Once I went out to a pond "real quick" on Christmas Eve to see if any ducks or geese were there.
Worked it so I hunted pheasants and rabbits as I walked to the pond and back.
I shot a lot of game that day. Ran outa shells.
Would post the pics if they didn't implicate me.
Had a pile of Canada Geese, pheasants, and rabbits.
When I got home and showed the wife...she smiled and said, "open your present NOW".
It was a Brinkmann Smoker. (the barrel-shaped one)
Spent the next few days smoking all that meat. Was in heaven.
The End (or is it?)