For many years Lord Kadizzle has had the tradition of going to Scranton for the opening of the Pheasant season. Our host have an old home they cut into three pieces and moved about three hundred miles from Fargo. The home has been rebuilt with all the old woodwork and large windows. It reminds his lordship very much of the house he grew up in on 26 Poplar Ave, back in Wheeling, W.Va. When everyone arrives this evening there will be a nice table set up with oourdeverds (thats how we spell it in West Virginia when we have a little ground hog meat on a tooth pick) and drinks. A nice formal dinner will be served with fine china, and silverware. Later perhaps Dave will strum his guitar and we will sing some old sea shanties. After a good sleep morning will come. The dogs will be roused and the hunting clothes put on. Our host have coffee and rolls set out for us before the hunt. After the morning hunt we return to the first stuffing. The table will be spread with every imaginable breakfast food. After reviewing the morning hunt most of the old guys go out to the hay bales and doze in the sun. Next we clean the morning birds, and head out for the afternoon shoot. Returning from the shoot we shower, and have a cocktail before dinner, perhaps with some shrimp, to tickle the belly. Now a little football watching on TV may be in order before the evening feast, which always includes a good desert designed to sink a ship. Either during the meal or after the meal the political argument's may break out. The poor liberals are usually out numbered. This would include Lord Kadizzle. However, the liberals can usually cause a nuclear reaction in Bill which can be heard back in Bismarck. After the radiation blows away it is time for more music, calmer conversation, and finally back to bed to repeat the process the next day.
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