One of the funniest memories I have of an old man I used to hunt with when I was about 21, the old man was In his 80’s:
A buddy and I were quail hunting with his grandad all day. We all started drinking bloody Mary’s at 9:00 AM followed by cold beer all day. I’d brought a bunch of crappie fillets to fry up for supper. We really got into the cold beer after cleaning 4 limits of bird and frying a bunch of fish. It was one hell of a day bird hunting like it always was back then. The women were pissed at our condition when we brought in the fried fish. They had all the fixings ready and we sat down for a great dinner. My buddy and I had called up a couple of spinners from Texas Tech to meet us for dinner and hang out at a small town party that night. The old grandad finally got tired of his wife talking sht about what kind of shape we were in. He looks at her after dinner and says, “ Boy’s she didn’t look like this when I married her.” That’s when things got ugly!
The story gets better from there. I wound up losing my San Angelo girlfriend after she found out about the Tech girl a few days after I got home. It was a great weekend! Glad I don’t live like that anymore.