So, yesterday afternoon I got a wee bit bored and decided I wanted to get all my turkey gear together.... I set about the task as I normally do each year and I begin sanding and chalking my collection of box calls and conditioning my slate calls etc....
I get my suit all laid out nice and flat and begin ironing the wrinkles out of it.... I should tell you guys that I keep my turkey stuff crammed in a duffel bag and shoved in a corner of the "hunting closet" .....
Now.... as I get to the bottom of the duffel bag there lies my poor old decoys.... they look a little worse for wear having been thrown in the closet and had heavier items resting on top of them.... They are covered in box call chalk dust which has stuck to the adhesive from the electrical tape I used to wrap them up with....
At this point I decide to take them into the guest bathroom and wash them off in the tub..... I begin to lovingly scrub them down (using palmolive of course) and set about removing all of the adhesive....
Upon completion I stick my hand inside the dekes and shape them out nice and full and leave them in the bathtub to dry off.... It is at this point that I decide my work is done and I close the shower curtain and off I go to patrake in a nice cold beveredge.....
Now, it's 8 o'clock in the morning and I have the day off work to take my young lad to the sugar shack.... I am laying in bed shaking off all of the cobwebs and planning my day when all of a sudden I hear a blood curdling scream followed by the words "You stupid a**hole!".....
It turns out my wife has been using the guest bathroom to shower in the morning before work because it is farther from my young lad's room and she doesn't want to wake him up.... She was half asleep and opened the shower curtain only to see 3 turkeys standing at full attention to greet her in the tub.....
She is off to work now so I am safe but I will let you all know how the separation proceedings go.....
I get my suit all laid out nice and flat and begin ironing the wrinkles out of it.... I should tell you guys that I keep my turkey stuff crammed in a duffel bag and shoved in a corner of the "hunting closet" .....
Now.... as I get to the bottom of the duffel bag there lies my poor old decoys.... they look a little worse for wear having been thrown in the closet and had heavier items resting on top of them.... They are covered in box call chalk dust which has stuck to the adhesive from the electrical tape I used to wrap them up with....
At this point I decide to take them into the guest bathroom and wash them off in the tub..... I begin to lovingly scrub them down (using palmolive of course) and set about removing all of the adhesive....
Upon completion I stick my hand inside the dekes and shape them out nice and full and leave them in the bathtub to dry off.... It is at this point that I decide my work is done and I close the shower curtain and off I go to patrake in a nice cold beveredge.....
Now, it's 8 o'clock in the morning and I have the day off work to take my young lad to the sugar shack.... I am laying in bed shaking off all of the cobwebs and planning my day when all of a sudden I hear a blood curdling scream followed by the words "You stupid a**hole!".....
It turns out my wife has been using the guest bathroom to shower in the morning before work because it is farther from my young lad's room and she doesn't want to wake him up.... She was half asleep and opened the shower curtain only to see 3 turkeys standing at full attention to greet her in the tub.....
She is off to work now so I am safe but I will let you all know how the separation proceedings go.....
