Us country boys with sunburned necks, who fancied ourselves as crack shots and experienced woodsmen, were always on the lookout for a city kid to take on a snipe hunt.
We couldn’t wait to hand some greenhorn a gunnysack and fill him full of stories of birds that came when you whistled and walked right into the sack.
We’d laugh ourselves silly as we plotted setting him down on a snipe trail, sneaking off and letting him sit there until the cows came home and the hoot owls started to talk.
2006-07-30
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