Yeah – that was my truck parked by the side of the road. The big green one. The one your three rigs passed so you could drive up to where I was hunting. Way to be a bunch of jerks.
I was obviously there first. You could see I was going to hunt that cover. When I told you this, you should have moved on. Guys with class would have. Not you clowns, though.
And yeah, I know I don’t own the woods. I heard you. But it’s not like we were hunting a preserve. This is Maine. Like I told you, there’s 30,000+ acres of country up here and you guys have to pile out right where I’m hunting. Learn some friggin’ manners. Or GO BACK TO RI.
BTW: who hunts grouse with that many guys? There were at least six of you. It looked like you were getting ready to drive a corn field in South Dakota. Can’t imagine the clatter and ruckus once you let those dogs goes – beepers, bells, guys hollering back and forth.
Guess peace and quiet isn’t something you’re after.