The other day, one of the children came into my room late at night when the following discussion ensued:
Child: What was that?
Mom: That was your father...
Dad: Nope, it was a duck...
Child: A duck?
Dad: Yep, I'm duck hunting...
Child: Well, that one's dead...
2 comments:
I agree. I too have smelled that duck and it stinks. Especially after pickled eggs at deer camp.
That would be another avid duck hunter, as I don't eat pickled eggs...
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