The drunк walking along the country road saw the duck hunter lying in the brush with the gun poised toward the direction of the high-flying flock in the distance. “Shay, mishter,” advised the drunк. “Don’t waisht a shot. The fall’ll кill’em
The drunк walking along the country road saw the duck hunter lying in the brush with the gun poised toward the direction of the high-flying flock in the distance. “Shay, mishter,” advised the drunк. “Don’t waisht a shot. The fall’ll кill’em