speaking of duck legs reminds me of the following-
local cocky out for a morning shot is having one of those days -missed shots,dog not workings ,sinking decoys,
as he sita in the maimai bemoaning his fate in an expletive laden gospel
he is suprised to see the local vicar ,waders and allstanding behind him
good morning my good man ,imjust checking on parishioners harvesting gods creatures.....
christ ,no such bloody luck here vicar.....
perhaps my good man ...
in screams a fat mallard ,
up comes gun
boom,boom..........quaaaaaack
oh for christs sake another bloody miss
now listen up my good man if you continue to blaspheme
the heavens willopen and a thunderbolt wills trike y.........
BANGCRASH BOOM RUMBLE
on the ground before the shocked cocky is a smoking pile of ash and one leg of a wader
and from the depth of the heavens was heard the booming voice
AH CHRIST MISSED AGAIN!!
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