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Originally Posted by Chris Pope
Oh God that's a long story and I mean story...but here's the short version. I have shared a hunting cabin in October with 4 other buddies for years. 4 of the 5 of us are retired. The covert used to have another name but one day, when I wasn't there (of course), the other 4 returned to camp after doing quite well there (bird-wise). They claimed that when they arrived to hunt they got out of the truck and went to go pee in the bushes (something old hunters have to do) when suddenly they heard giggling and three female 20 somethings wandered up from a deep pool in the stream where they had been swimming on an unusually warm October afternoon. They each wore very cute, and allegedly "tiny" bikinis the total sum of fabric which would not have made an extra small bird hunting vest...
I'm pretty certain that the guys who had heart conditions were quickly grabbing for their medications and checking their pacemaker batteries...
The veracity of this tale is questionable but I do know that every time we drive that forest road and pass that stream those guys are craning their necks out the windows.
And since that day it has always been referred to as the bikini covert.
BTW- my friend Larry, who's 80, took 2 woodcock out of there a few days ago, courtesy of some nice points by Gunny and Arcas. And yes, Larry described the bikini scene in detail AGAIN for me...
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Chris, long or short version, that's a great story. I'll bet there's some winking going on in its telling.
Gorgeous dogs!! I'm sure you know you're blessed.
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