OJdidit wrote:
Forgive me if I told this one before, but in perhaps 1975 or so, my folks leased a farm and part of a marsh for duck / goose hunting South of Horicon Marsh. We had a perfect North wind which would persuade the geese to leave the marsh in our direction. We set up our hunting party in a line along the fence on the North side of decoys so they would fly over the top, swing and land into the wind to present the best shooting. My Dad , then me, followed by my Mom, then Uncle Bob and one of my Cousins all spaced about 30yds from one another. As we waited in the dark, the silence was broken by a blood curdling “Owwwooooo....s#it....Son of of a...WOW!. I then heard my Dad laugh a bit and then he offered “I believe your Uncle just learned the lesson about peeing on an electric fence”
Forgive me if I told this one before, but in perha... (
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