We bowhunt for pheasant. And that's when you use a floo floo arrow. Wide fletching helps so the arrow doesn't fly a hundred yards when you miss the bird. Here, my Uncle Fran Ircink, Brother Jason and Dad practice at a styrofoam target which I'm tossing into the air. This was during a recent camping trip to the Buckhorn State Park in Necedah, Wisconsin.
I feel so strongly about graffiti in public lavatories that I signed a partition - What? Why are you looking here? The joke's self-contained in the headline. And it's GOLDEN.
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