Sandy,
Please, I have mentioned that it simply isn't going to work between us. I am glad you did not try and track me down during opening day. As suspected the combination of bacon products resulted in a late start to the day. See, my wife loves the bacon. As I geared up for the day she was simply too attracted to the bacon soap.
As I began my day I parked near my walk in gate and no sooner had a slung my manly (.308, oh, yeah, its a leveraction) rifle upon my shoulder I noticed the neighbor lady checking me out through her window. She was look'n mighty good in her moo moo as you can imagine, but I had a bear to kill. (Chest thumping)
As surmised in earlier posts throughout the day other hunters were seemingly attracted to me. They felt the need to wow me with stories of past animals killed, trophys held high, and women bedded. It must have been my overwhelming scent of bacon. Could it have been my bacon breath? Maybe my naturally scented honey body wash or shampoo? Who knows.
What I do know is that if the average man was drawn to me like a scud missle you would have not had a chance. I pray that you never cross my path with out hunting because when I get on the trail I am like Kevin Costner in "Dances With Wolves" x "Roadhouse" x "Dirty Dancing".
It may be fun......but it may not be to pretty.
Smell me next time,
H20Hunter
aka Doe Killer
akaa Almost Bear Killer
akaaa Wanna Be Elk Destroyer
