gil1
Well-Known Member
So although I was sick as a dog, I hunted the muzzleloader opener. A friend on my lease and I decided we would text each other during the hunt.
So as the sun is coming up, I text...
"Just settling in. You ready to blow up Luther"?
No reply, so 20 minutes later, I text...
"Not seeing squat. Got sweaty walking in. Now my nutz R frostbitten. Hate it when that happens"!
No reply. I'm starting to feel sick again, so I text...
"Hypothetically, would a person survive if he puked and crapped simultaneously?"
I finally get a reply...
"I think U have wrong number."
Yes, I missed my buddy's number by one digit. Can you imagine what the recipient was thinking when he/she got these texts as the sun was rising on a Saturday morning? Freaking hilarious!

So as the sun is coming up, I text...
"Just settling in. You ready to blow up Luther"?
No reply, so 20 minutes later, I text...
"Not seeing squat. Got sweaty walking in. Now my nutz R frostbitten. Hate it when that happens"!
No reply. I'm starting to feel sick again, so I text...
"Hypothetically, would a person survive if he puked and crapped simultaneously?"
I finally get a reply...
"I think U have wrong number."
Yes, I missed my buddy's number by one digit. Can you imagine what the recipient was thinking when he/she got these texts as the sun was rising on a Saturday morning? Freaking hilarious!