Pasquale: Another boring afternoon at my secluded snow fortress... Nothing exciting ever happens here...I can...barely keep my eyes...open.
My dad had a hunting story. He and his cousin got turkey permists one year and went out hunting one day. After hours in a drizzling rain they decided to dry out in the car and following proper gun protocal they unloaded their shotguns and broke them down before storing them in the trunk. So they were sitting there in the front seat talking and one of them looked up and saw a tom turkey and his hens strolling by just a few yards in front of the car. They looked at each other, they looked at the turkey, then they jumped out of the car, went to the trunk, assembled and loaded their guns, stepped out from the back of the car, and the turkeys were gone.