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| We go there to hunt... |
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| But of course we have to eat so why not let the fire burn down to coals, break out the handy dandy Camp Chef Mountain Man Jr. , open a can a beans, grill a couple cheeseburgers...can't hardly beat it. |
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| If there is a better campfire wood than mesquite I sure can't imagine it... |
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| One night Gale and I cooked a Kentucky burgoo in our Dutch Oven, invited the gang--Dave, Pam, Gig, Barb, Shawn, Gerald, Terry and Ray, drank a little whiskey and pigged out on snacks, buffalo wild quail and burgoo...none of which lasted long...imagine. |
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| The closer to the border the more illegals are on the mind...this stash is of course left by innocents simply looking to build a better life...but as I reported yesterday Terry found the real deal left by hombres you do not want to run into... |
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| Another hombre, seldom seen, but you know it out there, especially on those sunny 70 degree afternoons...watch the dogs, trust me you do not want a snakebit dog... |
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