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Heard some hunters talking about a “feed tree” I had no idea of the new catch phrase.
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The Wilderness Edition Forester is rated for 3000 lb towing capacity. A little less mileage as compared to the Sport model as they gear the rear end differently, but still excellent on fuel.I love my forester, but if I hadn't gotten a steal of a deal on it I'd be driving an Outback. 3000lb towing capacity is twice as nice as 1500.
When things get a little less crazy I'll probably trade in the Forester for an Outback and look for a little plug-in hybrid.
Don’t y’all already have 2 lesbian mobile threads? Sheesh.The Wilderness Edition Forester is rated for 3000 lb towing capacity. A little less mileage as compared to the Sport model as they gear the rear end differently, but still excellent on fuel.
When you said a fart might have cost you a bucks I don’t know why in mind I thought you got busted by the sound. Getting winded by a fart is slightly funnier lol.I’m pretty sure a fart cost me a buck Saturday afternoon.
I had found the sign a week and and half ago. The more I thought about it, the more perfect it became and the more confident I would kill him I became. Saturday I got the wind I needed.
When I got there I checked the wind with milkweed while changing clothes and it was light, but good. Took the long way in, eased up the ridge and setup on the downslope where I could see the sign on the edge of the bedding. For the next 2.5 hours the milkweed I dropped drifted directly towards the sign. Bummer. But I wouldn’t climb down and move because THAT is where I needed to be. I decided to ride it out.
30 minutes before sunset the wind, really more thermals than wind, shifted in my favor and was perfect. 20 minutes before sunset I discovered that leaning in a saddle modifies the geometry of a fart. What I thought was going to be a church special reverberated like an aggressive grunt. I couldn’t believe it. Five minutes later I saw movement in the bedding area behind the sign I was on. Within a minute I heard a deer blow softly twice. Never seen him or heard him leave. Sucks.
8 out of 10 lesbians agree that they just love a jeep...the other 2 drive subarusDon’t y’all already have 2 lesbian mobile threads? Sheesh.
I don’t know why you’re so lehgo-phobic. Why can’t you just COEXIST bro?8 out of 10 lesbians agree that they just love a jeep...the other 2 drive subarus
There is 1 of the 2 that work a couple doors down and she's got the Forester with Lego characters glued all over the dash....what is up with that trend? I've seen multiple vehicles with Legos all over the dash and they all seem to be jeep/subaru.....so logic would say that lesbians have a weird thing with legos...weird
It's not psycho killer, it is master killer. Kinda like becoming a master gardener, it is mastering the skill of procuring meat rather than veggies.Honestly was debating the shame or no shame thread for this one, I keep telling my friends "it's not about killing deer" mainly as a way of convincing these people I'm not a psycho killer... But now that I've had slightly more success... I think it's about killing deer too. Eating them and all that as well, but I don't NOT enjoy the killing a deer part of it now that I've done that a few times.
I guess the shame thread wins because I should just be honest with the haters
Those people that have an issue with killing an animal have never killed any large animal in their life and they have no concept of what it is like. You can’t really even describe the feelings and emotions well enough to them to do it justice. By that I mean they have never experienced the adrenaline rush of shooting an animal and knowing (even subconsciously) that you about to end its life, nor the jubilation from shooting and killing the animal, nor the heavy weight of knowing you ended its life. They also don’t understand the gratitude you have for the animal in experiencing its beauty in its life as well as the bounty of its body in its death. Not to mention the time and work you put in in the woods to put yourself in an opportunity to capitalize on all those things in the first place. Those are some intense and intimate emotions and feelings and it’s not nothing to have experienced them in this day and age. Now your emotions may vary on all those aspects as you kill more animals, but at some point in time you had to wrestle with the fact that you killed an animal. That’s not a bad thing but it is a part of it. I think more people should experience it at least once. So many people are disconnected from the death of animals for food which has been a part of human existence forever. I don’t think you’ll change your friends or coworkers minds by telling them how much you enjoy hunting or the kill, they will not understand it until they do it themself. So I wouldn’t be ashamed of skirting around it to your friends because it’s not like they could understand it anyway.Honestly was debating the shame or no shame thread for this one, I keep telling my friends "it's not about killing deer" mainly as a way of convincing these people I'm not a psycho killer... But now that I've had slightly more success... I think it's about killing deer too. Eating them and all that as well, but I don't NOT enjoy the killing a deer part of it now that I've done that a few times.
I guess the shame thread wins because I should just be honest with the haters
Preach!Those people that have an issue with killing an animal have never killed any large animal in their life and they have no concept of what it is like. You can’t really even describe the feelings and emotions well enough to them to do it justice. By that I mean they have never experienced the adrenaline rush of shooting an animal and knowing (even subconsciously) that you about to end its life, nor the jubilation from shooting and killing the animal, nor the heavy weight of knowing you ended its life. They also don’t understand the gratitude you have for the animal in experiencing its beauty in its life as well as the bounty of its body in its death. Not to mention the time and work you put in in the woods to put yourself in an opportunity to capitalize on all those things in the first place. Those are some intense and intimate emotions and feelings and it’s not nothing to have experienced them in this day and age. Now your emotions may vary on all those aspects as you kill more animals, but at some point in time you had to wrestle with the fact that you killed an animal. That’s not a bad thing but it is a part of it. I think more people should experience it at least once. So many people are disconnected from the death of animals for food which has been a part of human existence forever. I don’t think you’ll change your friends or coworkers minds by telling them how much you enjoy hunting or the kill, they will not understand it until they do it themself. So I wouldn’t be ashamed of skirting around it to your friends because it’s not like they could understand it anyway.
Qu'est-ce que c'est?psycho killer
Lol I have had that song in my head since I typed that.Qu'est-ce que c'est?
You should have drank a bottle of Tinks before you went out. You would have called him right inI’m pretty sure a fart cost me a buck Saturday afternoon.
I had found the sign a week and and half ago. The more I thought about it, the more perfect it became and the more confident I would kill him I became. Saturday I got the wind I needed.
When I got there I checked the wind with milkweed while changing clothes and it was light, but good. Took the long way in, eased up the ridge and setup on the downslope where I could see the sign on the edge of the bedding. For the next 2.5 hours the milkweed I dropped drifted directly towards the sign. Bummer. But I wouldn’t climb down and move because THAT is where I needed to be. I decided to ride it out.
30 minutes before sunset the wind, really more thermals than wind, shifted in my favor and was perfect. 20 minutes before sunset I discovered that leaning in a saddle modifies the geometry of a fart. What I thought was going to be a church special reverberated like an aggressive grunt. I couldn’t believe it. Five minutes later I saw movement in the bedding area behind the sign I was on. Within a minute I heard a deer blow softly twice. Never seen him or heard him leave. Sucks.
You caught me, I'm a lesbian.Don’t y’all already have 2 lesbian mobile threads? Sheesh.