Beavers love wood that’s been sweated on, like a rifle stock. Lumberjacks soon learned to not leave their axes laying about or they’d come back to find them all chewed up.
I feel for the kid. Very, very few people have ever believed my story about successfully fishing for raccoons with a fried chicken leg and a length of string, back when I lived in a 3rd floor apartment in Austin.
On the other hand, he now can refer to his lost Remington as “that dam rifle” and be perfectly accurate.
Uncle Pays the Bills Again
We say more dumb shit before noon than most people say all day.
November 20th, 2013 at 9:48 pm
Beavers love wood that’s been sweated on, like a rifle stock. Lumberjacks soon learned to not leave their axes laying about or they’d come back to find them all chewed up.
November 21st, 2013 at 6:26 pm
I feel for the kid. Very, very few people have ever believed my story about successfully fishing for raccoons with a fried chicken leg and a length of string, back when I lived in a 3rd floor apartment in Austin.
On the other hand, he now can refer to his lost Remington as “that dam rifle” and be perfectly accurate.