I go to Drudge right after this site first thing in the morning. I think you are wrong about Will, he is a V-8 pick up driving guy, he has an all day drinking beer, and eats the hell out of a big steak, granted who the hell puts mustard on steak but that may be a cultural thing.
I'm not calling WillO a pretentious twit- I am saying he would likely call those pretentious twits in the article pretentious twits. ...as to the mustard; well I like spicy mustard on roast beef/prime rib so it kind of makes sense.
I got bored, sorry but the dogs were impressive, I hear rat terriers get after them like hell. Ok so I did watch it. I have to beg to differ on the terrier comment. My wife has a rat/chihuahua mix, her name is PITA. I don't have rats but I do have moles and gophers. PITA is a mole master but a chipmunk will drive her insane and she will not wait outside a hole she can and does dig like a back ho growling like she is meth crazy. Short burst speed, the quickness gets them every time.
So I am out of town so the traps are sprung. I noticed an albino on the fence line, not kidding he is running on the 30 yards of existing fence that was there that ran the property line 25 years ago. I desire that squirrel to go with the black trophy I took last week. Is it wrong to bait and draw to a trap or should I negotiate a lease with the neighbor?
Gah!! Hit play and that first one that came out and squealed woke my dog up and he's on full alert now looking around
So I got text my wife went up to do chores and the dogs got into a squirrel under the horse trailer both were bitten and the wife stomped on it to end the conflict. they killed another black squirrel but not sure who gets credit for the kill.
I spotted these in town, just have to figure out how I can "catch" them without the locals knowing. Kind of hard when I am in a marked town truck.
Lol. I just saw this. Respect brother Pm me your address. I’m gonna send you some of this English mustard to try with steak.
So I got home has night and the wife is sick so I was doing chores on my own. I up picking stalls and chiseling out frozen horse pee. Shart came in the stall like he often does when there are clean shavings. He dropped a load of crap that was bad even for him I had to run out of the barn to puke, the grilled chicken I had on the flight gone I puked so hard my eyes watered, and I still had to go back in the stall and scoop that poop. Damn cat.