Greg Jones, scatter gun enthusiast and well known pitiful deer hunter is making his way to the Christmas Place Preserve this weekend for a dash of Mulligan Stew
and a chance to use up his old shotgun shells. He is looking for anything that
flies, especilly after his horrid performance during the deer season.
Hell, it makes me limp like the deer he wounded just thinking about it.
Anyway, try not to shoot the last Ivory Billed Woodpecker.
They just don't taste right in the stew.
Paul disagrees and says "they taste like chicken"