T'was The night before season

bballard

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T'was the night before season, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring , sept for me, the one she calls "Psycho Spouse".
All the waders were hung by the beer fridge with care, in hopes that St. leakaless soon would appear.
Then from out in the garage there arose such a clatter as a ginormous load of decoys spilled out of the truck and knocked over a ladder.
I sprung...I leaped ok, ok I slowly hauled my fat arse up to see just what was the matter, as she hit me with a shoe, and yelled, "now what the hell... Hey, are you fatter"?
Oh nothing my sweet, my love, my god -essssss. The cat must have knocked over, your new vase of roses, I GUESS....
Then I heard them, first a whisper wafting, on the warm evening air, and I looked up in amazement at the gift lofting up there.
It's a gander, then a bander, now a collar I see, look a green head, now a sprig tail, whoa a cinnamon, how can this be????
Then suddenly I came too, on the floor of the garage, a large ladder on my face, a barbie fishing pole up my snoz . as I looked round the pile of gear strewn all cross the old place,
I chuckled with joy cuz all my teeth where still in place.
So I dreamed it, all the wing beats and the bands and the teal, but I smile all the same for the joy I now feel. We've all waited and been good kids, and especially nice, to our spouses, and our neighbors and our mother -in laws (That should count twice). So here we all sit, rapt in anticipation, ready for tomorrow and all it's fantastic elation. So go now all my dear friends, and I wish you good luck, if you have a chance to shoot at a duck.

Good Luck, God Bless, and enjoy the day, what ever it brings,
Your Pal,
B
 
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T'was the night before season, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring , sept for me, the one she calls "Psycho Spouse".
All the waders were hung by the beer fridge with care, in hopes that St. leakaless soon would appear.
Then from out in the garage there arose such a clatter as a ginormous load of decoys spilled out of the truck and knocked over a ladder.
I sprung...I leaped ok, ok I slowly hauled my fat arse up to see just what was the matter, as she hit me with a shoe, and yelled, "now what the hell... Hey, are you fatter"?
Oh nothing my sweet, my love, my god -essssss. The cat must have knocked over, your new vase of roses, I GUESS....
Then I heard them, first a whisper wafting, on the warm evening air, and I looked up in amazement at the gift lofting up there.
It's a gander, then a bander, now a collar I see, look a green head, now a sprig tail, whoa a cinnamon, how can this be????
Then suddenly I came too, on the floor of the garage, a large ladder on my face, a barbie fishing pole up my snoz . as I looked round the pile of gear strewn all cross the old place,
I chuckled with joy cuz all my teeth where still in place.
So I dreamed it, all the wing beats and the bands and the teal, but I smile all the same for the joy I now feel. We've all waited and been good kids, and especially nice, to our spouses, and our neighbors and our mother -in laws (That should count twice). So here we all sit, rapt in anticipation, ready for tomorrow and all it's fantastic elation. So go now all my dear friends, and I wish you good luck, if you have a chance to shoot at a duck.

Good Luck, God Bless, and enjoy the day, what ever it brings,
Your Pal,
B


Anyone who can write like this will do well on this day. Good luck with your duck season. I enjoyed this.
Al
 
hehe...I know NOTHING you're writing about Brian! Well done and best of luck today!! I'm off to...buy more roses or something ;)

Scott
 
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