So you think shooting owls is easy ehh - roll right up with your Starbucks café-fricken-latte, stick you point and shoot out the window of your Japanese import, and with Barry Manilow crooning in the background, blast away.
Well friend, think again. Last night, during an ARCTIC-FRICKEN-VORTEX snow storm, the winds at 80km per hours were whipping this cold white crap around, temperatures a frigid -25 degrees... I lost 3 fingers on my left hand and 4 toes due to frost friggin bite. Fortunately I only had a 4 mile walk through waist deep snow to get back to the Wrangler.
Think I'm going to switch to Californian chicks on the boardwalk - enough with the freaking birds...
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