GOATS Strategy: Stage One

[JeffC]

Thank you reject

[crow]

Stinkyshell losing his depends

Thats just 1 of many ways GOATS have to "Scatter your flock" and keep undesirables out of out hunting grounds

[lacire]

Ok, I backed off but it's back on......


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[Happy]

Hey Lacire,
For the amount of members you have had hunting compared to your production rate, I would say you guys are pretty good at the wacking part.

[lacire]

Hey Lacire,
For the amount of members you have had hunting compared to your production rate, I would say you guys are pretty good at the wacking part.

Happy, Wack'em and stack'em just like cord wood.

[lacire]

Hey Lacire,
For the amount of members you have had hunting compared to your production rate, I would say you guys are pretty good at the wacking part.

Thought I'd have a few bumper stickers made up.


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[Happy]

I'll take 2

[JeffC]

hapless getting his sticker

[JeffC]

"Yup...smells like a Grumpie"

[Happy]

That gobbler looks like he he was running away from those scattered flockers and took a few pellets to his posterior.

[lacire]

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[crow]

Here's a couple verses of a little song I wrote about the "Shattered Flockers"
You can hum along to the tune of Marty Robbins "Big Iron on His hip"



To the deep dark public forest rode a Flocker one fine day
Hardly spoke to the jakes around him, didn't know just what to say
No jakes dared to come to calling, no jakes dared to make a slip
For the Flocker there among them had an E-caller on his hip,
E-caller on His hip.


It was early in the predawn when LaClod fell to the ground,
He came stumbling from the darkness loudly yelping all around
He's a Flocker Run an Gunner whispered the jakes from their lips
And He's here to do some squealing with the E-caller on his hip,
E-caller on His hip.

[GobbleNut]

 
This and the Sounds of Silence.  Crow, you missed your calling, buddy!   

[lacire]

Here's a couple verses of a little song I wrote about the "Shattered Flockers"
You can hum along to the tune of Marty Robbins "Big Iron on His hip"



To the deep dark public forest rode a Flocker one fine day
Hardly spoke to the jakes around him, didn't know just what to say
No jakes dared to come to calling, no jakes dared to make a slip
For the Flocker there among them had an E-caller on his hip,
E-caller on His hip.


It was early in the dawn when Le Clod fell to the ground,
He came stumbling from the darkness loudly yelping all around
He's a Flocker Run an Gunning said the jakes from their lips
And He's here to do some squealing with the E-caller on his hip,
E-caller on His hip.

Great tune but who's Le Clod and does he die in the end?

[lacire]

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