I didn't even think about my fly tying supplies. I need to find a good supply of heron and wood pecker feathers that day too!I’d stack up on roadkill owl feathers. Like a true felon. And maybe drop a few yards of Alka seltzer at a boat ramp.
I didn't even think about my fly tying supplies. I need to find a good supply of heron and wood pecker feathers that day too!I’d stack up on roadkill owl feathers. Like a true felon. And maybe drop a few yards of Alka seltzer at a boat ramp.
Ticks. Since we're in the realm of the imagination, I would pay to have devised a solution that kills all ticks, making them extinct.
I’m always hesitant to disrupt ecosystems at scale without knowing what will happen. But man, if we could lose ticks and skeeters, I have to imagine we can cope with the consequences! Let’s do it.
Cades cove minigun is INCREDIBLE hahahahahha1.
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It has been a dream since childhood.
This^^ I've always wondered what they taste like. If they're considered sea cows, what cut would you try first? I'm on board for a couple ribeye.If I can commandeer a sufficient boat we're going on a manatee hunt that evening
This^^ I've always wondered what they taste like. If they're considered sea cows, what cut would you try first? I'm on board for a couple ribeye.
Cades cove minigun is INCREDIBLE hahahahahha
3 or 4 fully charged electric golf carts, couple friends, couple cases of beers, a 16ga, .22 pistol, feral cats, Canadian geese, and city racoons....
Something tells me they’re tasty from head to toe. Or flipper. Or whatever. Gotta be bacon. Their muscles don’t have to support any body weight against gravity.
I have looked across the sea of whitetail backs there myself. I would more go for a comfortable sniper post with a sweeping view of the cove and a dialed-in suppressed rifle with a spotter to call out ranges but maybe that's just more my style hahahI remember deer so bold they walked out in front of traffic that stopped and waited for them in broad daylight - and they all had immense, crazy tv-special racks. They owned the place, and they were everywhere. Just the memory of it is painful when I walk out of hunter-filled woods having not seen a dang thing.
My little fantasy is entirely childish, impractical, stupid, dangerous, messy, wasteful, expensive and I don't even approve of it myself. But... Purge, man. Gotta admit the idea is ratting around in the "when I was a kid I imagined this" closet.
To give an actual answer I'd probably just hunt my neighborhood. Lots of fat deer that don't run away like the ones in the woods do lol. Definitely not as sporting, but that would be a grocery run. Then I'd spend the rest of regular season riding the struggle bus as I do.
I'm purchasing a case of lead #6 shot and a case of doritos and heading to the nearest boat launch to shoot seagulls until I feel recompensed for all the times they've shat upon my head.