Forty nine! Forty nine long, arduous years. That means that next year. Ah, forget it!
Here I am in Todd Waldo"s garage. He just pulled me down out of the attic and took me out of that awful burlap bag. It has been a horribly hot summer up there. Todd had put me in a bag with some of those hollow plastic decoys. Some of them evidently had small holes in them and as they heated up, old, stagnant air escaped. It smelled kind of like your lab in the blind after a change of diet. What a relief to get out of there, and that means it"s getting close to hunting season.
It"s usually about this time of year when Todd gets us out to check our anchor cords and touch up the ol" cosmetics. I feel like I look pretty good. Last year was a pretty easy year.
It is hard to believe that I"m this old. It"s
