He Ain’t Dead Unless His Eyes Are Open!

5 Comments

1. Sir Ian Cognito
   Posted July 19, 2006 at 2:11 am | Permalink

   Used to eat lots of rabbit when I was a kid in Nebraska. Granddad raised ‘em for food. He’d kill ‘em by hanging them up by their hind feet and socking them in the head with a big ball/peen hammer. He could gut and skin one in about a minute. I had lots of rabbit’s feet when I was a kid.
   Fried rabbit–Mmmmmmm, tasty.

2. Dash
   Posted July 19, 2006 at 3:16 pm | Permalink

   That’s a good story. It reminds me of some of my rabbit hunting adventures. I’ve pulled a few all-nighters shinin’ cottontails.

3. Assrot
   Posted July 19, 2006 at 7:24 pm | Permalink

   I’m an old North Georgia boy myself. I did alot of rabbit hunting in my youth with a .22 single shot rifle and a flashlight. I never heard of hunting anything with a Ford F-150. Big Mike sounds like he’s a tad “touched” if you know what I mean. Makes me think of them damn displaced New Yorkers that want to be a Georgia boy. Georgia is in the blood. It’s something your born with not something you learn.

4. tony
   Posted July 19, 2006 at 9:40 pm | Permalink

   Big Mike. Wasn’t he the guy that dated that Jennifer Wilbanks chick that “went off missin’? Crayz Georgia Fuckers.

5. tony
   Posted July 19, 2006 at 9:42 pm | Permalink

   Big Mike. Wasn’t he the guy that dated that Jennifer Wilbanks chick that “went off missin’? Crazy Georgia Fuckers.