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Saddle Team Six...sorry guys.

Nutterbuster said:
Funny story. I used to sneak in hunts before class. I'd change back into school clothes at the truck. Worked great until one day I show up and everybody is staring. The professor was a cool guy who had deadpan down to an art. He said,

"Mr. Williams, it looks like you have had a fabulous morning."

I was clueless. Told him I had indeed. He said that he was glad, and just went ahead and started teaching the class. Halfway through I realized I still had face paint on.

Camo face paint and a polo shirt...he cracked a smile when he realized I caught on, bit never missed a beat.
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That’s a good one for the memory bank and you have a grandson sitting in your lap on the back porch telling huntin stories.
 
I managed to schedule most of my classes later in the mornings and being from southeast Arkansas I duck hunted before class most days. This girl sitting behind me, the typical hippie, vegan, bead wearing type, in chemistry would pick the duck feathers off my jacket and shirt. Finally one day she said, “I’m going to need to get you a new jacket, all the down is coming out.” She turned green in the gills when she learned it was from that morning’s mallard beat down.


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drhogfan said:
I managed to schedule most of my classes later in the mornings and being from southeast Arkansas I duck hunted before class most days. This girl sitting behind me, the typical hippie, vegan, bead wearing type, in chemistry would pick the duck feathers off my jacket and shirt. Finally one day she said, “I’m going to need to get you a new jacket, all the down is coming out.” She turned green in the gills when she learned it was from that morning’s mallard beat down.


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Bless her heart. At least she was trying to help.
 
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