Hey, Mad Jack. Congrats of the blog thing. I knew you'd gotten started but have been so self-involved these past few that I've been too rude to stop by. It's fun, no?
Just an old coonhunter who lives out in the woods alone, but for my horse, my mule and my hounds.
I am a published poet and master marksman. A poet warrior in the classical sense. I raise poultry,
grow a big garden, cut my own hair and brew my own beer.
Disabled coma patient too,
but as the Judge said:
"Knife,
you were just too tough."
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Hey, Mad Jack.
Congrats of the blog thing.
I knew you'd gotten started but have been so self-involved these past few that I've been too rude to stop by.
It's fun, no?
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