luvpt, sounds like a story one of my pals tells. He and a fellow lawyer were coming out to the ramp on hurricane and were approached by a fellow admiring their ducks and telling how he had a bad day and didn;t get any. He asked if he could have or even buy a couple for a meal at home. My friend sais Well, you're probably the GW and trying to bust us. No, not me he assured them. There's the warden over there. His friend said lets go ahead and give hima couple. My pal said no he's the possum cop.Went like this for a while and he seys well, you're right, i am the GW. Now let's go look in your truck. Pals friend said no way. get a warrant. He was a federal prosecutor in the whitewater case going on and took no crap. My pal said the two were next to drawing weapons. Finally the big dog warden was called in and the warden apologized and everyone pulled up their britches and went home.
Also heard about a fellow who traded some crappie for a mess of shrimp for a cook out over in Mississippi. Costly cookout.
Crappie bite twice a day. 15 minutes before I get there and 10 minutes after I leave.
The sheep live in fear of the wolf but in the end it's the shepherd that eats them.
The two loudest sounds are a gun that goes click when it is supposed to go bang and
a gun the goes bang when it is supposed to go click.