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I have a riddle for you, dear reader:
When is a stone sheep not a stone sheep?

Perk, Dave, Leigh, et-al:
This query is long overdue. Men, it is time that I offer you my services. I am no stranger to you, of that I am sure, for you have been sending me monogrammed shirts and dog nests for years now:
  Mr. Barry M. Brubaker–at your service.  
You see,  my business acumen is beyond reproach [...]

Having traveled the world working as a purveyor of outdoor journalism and the finest, literary bowhunting stories for magazines too numerous to mention, I can state with the utmost confidence that I’m a better bowhunter than you.  But you already know this to be true.  My name is in the record books.  You’ve seen me [...]

by Barry Brubaker 
It’s finally here: The Season.  Oh no, I’m not referring to “the glorious 12th” or the first day of dove season—it’s catalogue season! And if there’s one thing Barry knows, it’s fine gear and accruements, the items that are necessary—nay, I say, essential—for any successful upland outing.

Boy Bags “Other” White Meat
Big Boy- Big Bacon
My Daddy Paid For This?

.50 Cal Pokes a Pig
700 Pounds of Sausage?
Yo’ Momma! 
Hogzilla-Schmogzilla