Wish us luck. A little chatgpt fun for a birthday poem It’s my birthday in the Hill Country, eighty degrees and hot as sin— I’m sweatin’ in this deer blind prayin’ SOMETHIN’ wild walks in. Every twig snap got me jumpin’, heart racin’ like I’m huntin’ fame— but it’s always some dang critter playin’ games with my last brain. A hog strolls by—we’ll drop it— but Lord, I want a deer tonight… even though I’m in this blind lookin’ feral, snackin’, half-delight. I'm whisperin’ prayers and cussin’, chaotic, spicy, borderline rude— Jesus said, “Girl, calm down… and stop rattlin’ that bag of food.” Still sittin’ in this sweatbox, hopin’ chaos turns sincere— ’cause SOMETHIN’S gonna show up soon… and birthday girl ain’t leavin’ empty-handed, dear.

Alright when it comes to hunting what is everybody shooting? Dawson awesome job on that mount man.

Hunt report from Walker Co, Texas 87 Squirrel 6479 Mosquitoes 1 cottontail No harm done except to a little Debbie cake

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