[John Kerry] was in Wisconsin the other day, pretending to be a regular guy, and was asked what kind of hunting he preferred. “I’d have to say deer,” said the senator. “I go out with my trusty 12-gauge double-barrel, crawl around on my stomach… That’s hunting.”
Kerry better pray that little whopper never makes it south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Any faint hope he might have had for picking up a Southern state will be gone with the wind if it does.
(For you city folk, the only thing you’re going to bag “crawling around on your stomach” is a random pile of deer poop. You’ll never lay eyes on an actual buck if you follow the Kerry Method.)
Man, my kingdom to be a fly on the wall when Ted Nugent reads about this…