Ok I was planning on posting this sooner. Now my weekend was no way close as hilarious as the Key Mastur's but it was just as sick depending on how you look at it. Now for those of you, who do not live in Alabama, this just happens to be the last weekend before deer season ends. Of course me, an ol'colledge buddy and some other friends planned a hunting trip that was to out do all previous hunting trips thus far. Now mind you except for my buddy from college everyone else was much older than us and when you step out into the woods with some of these guy's they will proceed to tell you everything that you might need to know on being a survivalist as they re most assured that you have know idea of what your doing.
To make a long story short, noone killed let alone even saw any deer this past weekend. I did get lucky enough to jump up a rabbit or 2 and squeezed off a couple shots at least bagging something. Dale my college buddy was so distraught because the only thing he even came across was an old armadillo. Which or course he shot. Now the day almost over, the sun is setting and I’m getting a little wood to start a fire as everyone was planning on sitting around and tossing back a few beers and just kinda shoot the crap as all guy’s are prone to do from time to time. Now I told Dale, I say’s “Dale, you know if you shoot it, ya gotta eat it” Now people I tell you that Dale turned 3 shades of green at the mere thought of eating that armadillo. We may have some unusual dishes here in the South but armadillo’s ain’t one of them. I mean they ain’t nothing but 4 little hairy ass legs with a stomach full of guts and a shell. Hardly no meat on the little buggers at all. Needless to say, I skint that damn thing out, dug around in the cooler to find what I could find in the way of spices.. Louisiana hot sauce, that was it. So I soak them little scrawny legs in that hot sauce, whittle down a couple of sticks then proceed to cook em. Now everyone was wondering who was going to have the nerve to try anything first, but as all dares go one tried, then another and before you know it I sitting by the fire by my self because everyone else is out hunting armadillo’s. Damn things weren’t have bad if I do say so myself. I went ahead and cooked the rabbit while every one else was out stumbling around in the woods as it was now well past dark. Needless to say, there are about 5 Alabamaians that I know and although they may never admit it openly in mixed company, we’ll never forget the night that IC cooked up armadillo over an open fire with nothing more than Louisiana hot sauce, and yes all agreed that if there were any more left they would have had seconds.
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my mouth is watering, but not for that.
