itsmecindi
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and make those annual repairs and check fittings etc for four months of hunting coming up in SC. The first thing to be tried on was Fred's heavy duty down filled camo jumpsuit that keeps his nether regions warm and frost free during those early morning stincts to the stand.
Per normal, it was a a fight to get into them, but once safely inside the only obvious concern was the strain on the zipper that runs from crotch to chin.
"Nothing new or scary here." Fred said, sucking in his gut. "Long as I hold my breath when I walk, they'll be just fine."
"Uh, huh, till you have to bend over." I say. Considering the cost of these things, we'll just have to risk it.
Things were going along fine until Jake tried on his jumpsuit. I've never seen so much ankle and wrist on display as I did when he finally got himself zipped in.
"Who told you you could grow!?" I demanded.
"Don't blame me, I didn't plan it!"
"Well at a hundred plus bucks for a new suit, you're just going to have to get longer socks and gloves and double up on them." I said.
"I can do that." He said, making me feel an inch tall.
Now I know what to get him for Christmas. It's only a matter of time before the stories start rolling in of the big buck that got away because Fred's zipper chose an inopportune moment to let go with a loud rippping sound, or Jake's ankles were shining in the early morning sun blinding him, causing him to miss that all important shot.
They're not fooling anybody. Before winter hits I'll be fitting new camos into the already starined grocery budget. Good thing we'll have plenty of fresh meat to show for it.
Per normal, it was a a fight to get into them, but once safely inside the only obvious concern was the strain on the zipper that runs from crotch to chin.
"Nothing new or scary here." Fred said, sucking in his gut. "Long as I hold my breath when I walk, they'll be just fine."
"Uh, huh, till you have to bend over." I say. Considering the cost of these things, we'll just have to risk it.
Things were going along fine until Jake tried on his jumpsuit. I've never seen so much ankle and wrist on display as I did when he finally got himself zipped in.
"Who told you you could grow!?" I demanded.
"Don't blame me, I didn't plan it!"
"Well at a hundred plus bucks for a new suit, you're just going to have to get longer socks and gloves and double up on them." I said.
"I can do that." He said, making me feel an inch tall.
Now I know what to get him for Christmas. It's only a matter of time before the stories start rolling in of the big buck that got away because Fred's zipper chose an inopportune moment to let go with a loud rippping sound, or Jake's ankles were shining in the early morning sun blinding him, causing him to miss that all important shot.
They're not fooling anybody. Before winter hits I'll be fitting new camos into the already starined grocery budget. Good thing we'll have plenty of fresh meat to show for it.