Kevin Dill
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Speaking of suspenders...
I was ice fishing with some guys on a lake, and we were 300 yards from the vehicles. There was maybe 6 of us and it was a nice day. The fish were hitting and things were great until the groundhog tried to emerge. Not mine.... one of the other guys who was excited about fishing and didn’t want to leave. The restrooms were at the parking lot 300 yards away.
So Bobby starts hustling across the ice toward the distant crapper. We forgot about him until someone said he didn’t make it. We all looked and sure enough Bobby had ditched his coat and dropped his Carhartt bibs right out on the ice about halfway there. He was humped up like a berry picker and we all started chuckling. Someone yelled an insult his way and Bobby responded with an unmistakeable gesture.
Business complete, Bobby straightened up grabbed for his suspenders as he started to shuffle away. Suddenly all we say were feet flying in 4 directions and.....like watching a slow motion train wreck....Bobby lost it and down he went....SPLAT.....right in the goodies. We howled for 10 minutes nonstop, and Bobby rode home wearing just his long johns.
Oh yes. I’m a drop, squat and plop guy.
I was ice fishing with some guys on a lake, and we were 300 yards from the vehicles. There was maybe 6 of us and it was a nice day. The fish were hitting and things were great until the groundhog tried to emerge. Not mine.... one of the other guys who was excited about fishing and didn’t want to leave. The restrooms were at the parking lot 300 yards away.
So Bobby starts hustling across the ice toward the distant crapper. We forgot about him until someone said he didn’t make it. We all looked and sure enough Bobby had ditched his coat and dropped his Carhartt bibs right out on the ice about halfway there. He was humped up like a berry picker and we all started chuckling. Someone yelled an insult his way and Bobby responded with an unmistakeable gesture.
Business complete, Bobby straightened up grabbed for his suspenders as he started to shuffle away. Suddenly all we say were feet flying in 4 directions and.....like watching a slow motion train wreck....Bobby lost it and down he went....SPLAT.....right in the goodies. We howled for 10 minutes nonstop, and Bobby rode home wearing just his long johns.
Oh yes. I’m a drop, squat and plop guy.

