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booger wrote:He needs a lot more than that, that jacket came from a dumpster dive and those waders he's wearing are 11 years old. They split wide open from crotch to navel getting out of the boat the next day. He got another pair from fleabay ($47.00 delivered "new in the box"?????) that appeared to be sun-bleached weird green and the wader separated from the boot on day one. He has since used a two part epoxy to re-attach them and swears they won't leak, although a "function test" has not yet been performed. He'll wait until opening day next year, that's how he rolls.

This fellar recently had a lady stop at his house to ask him about the yard sale, there was no yard sale, just an everyday Sanford & Son thing going on.

He only brings hunting with him a dozen double iced honey buns and a Stanley thermos of coffee. Thus, hunting out of a boat with him (torn waders you see) is like being trapped with a rabid squirrel. Jacked up is what I'm saying.

what does someone have to do to go on one of these hunts with this character. sounds like there are more laughs involved in one hunt than most have in a season.

ScottyLee - You sir are very perceptive. Way back when, he was new to duck hunting and wouldn't spend the "big money" on waders, so he bought hip boots 'cause they were cheaper. He was new to this right?, O.K., we're all new at one time. So when we pulled up to the unloading spot at the public hunting place, we were about to go on a mile march accompanied by a long beaver dam balance beam finale. We pile outta the truck, everybody grabs stuff and is ready to go. Homeboy is futzing around in the dark, "c'mon and hurry up" "yeah, yeah, yeah", "alright already let's go man waddya doing?". Finally he gets it together and is lagging behind on the march. A 1/2mile later we start the beaver dam slog so he starts worrying about getting wet. I tell him to snap the hip boot straps to his belt. But he's still struggling, falling behind, cussing, sweating like a beast etc. The other two in the crew are way ahead but I'm staying close to my homeboy trying to help.

I turn on my light to sort it all out and he has the hip boot straps going across his nutsack. I'm thinking defective chinese hip boots, weird but keep slogging. He stops again "Man how much further this is killing me" I make a second inspection and WTF??????.............. In the parking lot hurry up rush he put the hip boots on the wrong feet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEZUS CHRISTOPHER, he's been hiking and sloshing all this time with the boots on the wrong feet. There is no dry ground anywhere in this quagmire, but we're almost there, just keep walking dumbazz.

You can't make this stuff up.

No kidding, this year one of my crew said to please get him going just for the entertainment value alone.

Not sure if this has been posted here yet but this guy deserves a trophy for sure...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZ8DH9mi ... r_embedded

booger wrote:ScottyLee - You sir are very perceptive. Way back when, he was new to duck hunting and wouldn't spend the "big money" on waders, so he bought hip boots 'cause they were cheaper. He was new to this right?, O.K., we're all new at one time. So when we pulled up to the unloading spot at the public hunting place, we were about to go on a mile march accompanied by a long beaver dam balance beam finale. We pile outta the truck, everybody grabs stuff and is ready to go. Homeboy is futzing around in the dark, "c'mon and hurry up" "yeah, yeah, yeah", "alright already let's go man waddya doing?". Finally he gets it together and is lagging behind on the march. A 1/2mile later we start the beaver dam slog so he starts worrying about getting wet. I tell him to snap the hip boot straps to his belt. But he's still struggling, falling behind, cussing, sweating like a beast etc. The other two in the crew are way ahead but I'm staying close to my homeboy trying to help.

I turn on my light to sort it all out and he has the hip boot straps going across his nutsack. I'm thinking defective chinese hip boots, weird but keep slogging. He stops again "Man how much further this is killing me" I make a second inspection and WTF??????.............. In the parking lot hurry up rush he put the hip boots on the wrong feet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEZUS CHRISTOPHER, he's been hiking and sloshing all this time with the boots on the wrong feet. There is no dry ground anywhere in this quagmire, but we're almost there, just keep walking dumbazz.

You can't make this stuff up.

No kidding, this year one of my crew said to please get him going just for the entertainment value alone.

And I about spit muh drank all over the computer screen!

i can honestly say i would pay good money to hunt with this dude. that is absolutely freaking awesome!

booger wrote:ScottyLee - You sir are very perceptive. Way back when, he was new to duck hunting and wouldn't spend the "big money" on waders, so he bought hip boots 'cause they were cheaper. He was new to this right?, O.K., we're all new at one time. So when we pulled up to the unloading spot at the public hunting place, we were about to go on a mile march accompanied by a long beaver dam balance beam finale. We pile outta the truck, everybody grabs stuff and is ready to go. Homeboy is futzing around in the dark, "c'mon and hurry up" "yeah, yeah, yeah", "alright already let's go man waddya doing?". Finally he gets it together and is lagging behind on the march. A 1/2mile later we start the beaver dam slog so he starts worrying about getting wet. I tell him to snap the hip boot straps to his belt. But he's still struggling, falling behind, cussing, sweating like a beast etc. The other two in the crew are way ahead but I'm staying close to my homeboy trying to help.

I turn on my light to sort it all out and he has the hip boot straps going across his nutsack. I'm thinking defective chinese hip boots, weird but keep slogging. He stops again "Man how much further this is killing me" I make a second inspection and WTF??????.............. In the parking lot hurry up rush he put the hip boots on the wrong feet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEEZUS CHRISTOPHER, he's been hiking and sloshing all this time with the boots on the wrong feet. There is no dry ground anywhere in this quagmire, but we're almost there, just keep walking dumbazz.

You can't make this stuff up.

No kidding, this year one of my crew said to please get him going just for the entertainment value alone.

That killed me right there. Would have loved to have been on that adventure!

Headed to gulf shores yesterday at a red light. looked up a couple of trucks in front of us somebody had a full size sticker in back glass that read WOOD DUCK KILLER and to top if off it was in old English. Sorry for disappointment of no picture but I tried.