You know, don't you. Ol' Mountain Bird, the one with 2 1/4" spurs and a 17" beard. The one that weighs 31# and try as hard as you can, you can't squeeze the trigger when he's standing 20 yards down your shotgun barrel. Then you wake up with you fist clinched in a tight ball, and you feel for the diaphragm that's not in your mouth. Then your pulse slows and you drift back to sleep. You know, Mountain Bird.
