Doug wrote:Ah yes, turkey hunting.............
You get up in the middle of the night to stumble through the woods in the dark, putting your eyes out with sharp sticks, to sit on the cold ground getting damp and chilled until dawn, when the black flies start to feast on your blood, but you can't make any movement to ease your aching butt or slap the offending blood-thirsty little critters, all in hopes of out-witting a bird with a brain the size of a pea, and generally Mister Pea-Brain outwits you............
