Envision a couple of mallards strutting into a dive bar, feathers slicked back like they just cleaned house at a pondside poker game, leaving some poor egret with nothing but a soggy ace. They’re squawking about the juiciest lily pads in town, ready to slug back some swampy stout. But the third mallard? He’s no
“Duck!” You typically say this to a friend for a number of reasons. Either there’s something flying toward their head, or they’re too tall for what they’re about to walk under. Typically, you’re not actually around a bunch of ducks. That’s the problem. Those two-way words can get you into trouble. For those of you
We Do Everything Outback Alright, it’s confession time. We’re not the “in front” kind of people. We like to get dirty. We like to talk a bit of trash. And, we like to enjoy life to the fullest, whether it’s with a hunting rifle in our hand or a 12-pack of beer in our coolers.
