For some odd reason, I have had a lot of nicknames growing up. As a young pup, my nickname was Bucket, something to do with my uncanny ability to crap bucketfuls…..then in my adolescent years there was Todd the Turd, something to do with my uncanny ability to be a turd most of the time……and then after my first divorce, there was Todd the As……well maybe we should just stop there.
Although most nicknames have come and gone, one nickname has suck, Ten Pig Todd. Several years ago while being dropped off at a blind during our annual spring turkey hunt, we came up upon a bunch of wild pigs devouring deer corn underneath a feeder. Upon scurrying away, one of our buddies said, “If those sumbitches come back, you shoot every damn one of them”. Unfortunately for them, they came back and hence TPT.
This is not my typical post. This is a warning. This goes out to all men and all women who act like men. If your significant other ever expresses an interest in watching the movie “Black Swan” together, run and run fast.
To most, this statement may seem like a given. However, as men can typically be, I have been an ass lately. Nothing that I see out of the ordinary, but Siete has taken exception to my behavior. As such, I decided to take one for the team. I was going to be the good husband and endure a little pain. “Surely it can’t be that bad”……Buuuuullllllllschit! This f__king movie is horrible. It is two hours of my life that I ain’t ever getting back and if this doesn’t earn me some serious brownie points; well it is time I start looking for Ocho.
I digress. Most aren’t reading this blog to listen to all of my bitching and moaning. Most are here for the food. So, without further ado, the link below is a recipe that I recently had published in Plum Creek’s bi-annual hunting newsletter. Hope you enjoy.
Twisted Epilogue: The only good thing that came out of watching this movie is the realization that I need to lose some weight. Having bigger tits than Natalie Portman is not natural for a man. Hence forth, I am officially on a diet……Siete, you were finally right on something. Kudos to you.
For a lot of Texans, we are coming to the end of our Religious Pilgrimage. Sure there is always a spring turkey to shoot or a big redfish to land, but for all intents and purposes, hunting season is all but over. We must now return to our familial responsibilities and hope that the return of the season comes sooner than we might expect.
It has become a tradition within my group of hunting buddies to have a “Man Dinner” at the close of every season. A time to bring families together and enjoy the fruits of our labor. A time to enjoy the company of our wives, our kids and……blah, blah, blah. Who am I trying to kid. The Man Dinner has very little to do with bring our families together. No, the Man Dinner has everything to do with drinking beer, eating good food and telling lies about all the good and bad hunts we had. And from what I can tell, though I have never asked, I think the women folk may enjoy it too.