I went duck hunting, back in the day, with the sons of the commanding officer of the army ammunition plant. It was a very special treat.
One morning we left our ducks at the boat ramp and continued to hunt. When we returned, the hogs that were lose in the leased cornfields ate all of our ducks. The Col’s youngest son was outraged. I was pissed. all that hard work that was just hog feed. Nothing left but some feathers and lots of feet
It would have been tempting to take home the bacon. ;>)
“It was a very special treat”/.
-—that’s no doubt what the hogs were thinking as they
finished the last duck.
Hmmmmm...your hogs left the feet, and the hogs of Idaho left the dentures.....makes me wonder......