Atlanta, Georgia. . . .You Have Been Tagged!!!. . . Where's The Chicken???

I already told you..................

I CALLED IN THE ARTILLERY ON THIS ONE!

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Terry Newton said:
I already told you..................

I CALLED IN THE ARTILLERY ON THIS ONE!

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Isn't that the DR HOG Tag Tiller?

Definitely the latest in technology for find HOG Tags. . . . :thumbup: :D

Where's the pic Tim??? . . . No pic. . . .El No Believo!!!. . . . . :)





:cool:
 
Terry Newton said:
NO TAG PIC, NO TAG!

:D
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SPOIL SPORT!

So here's the story - Tim and I call a battle planning session at Olde Town Grill in Kennesaw to devise our plan of attack. After several rounds of courage raising New Castle we are ready to go.

We decide to team up and look together to raise our chances of success. So we mount up and head out across the street to Brigade Quartermaster to stock up on supplies and provisions. There we learn the best local place to rent a Bobcat in the event that the scale of the photo is off and we need to move the "boulder" that appears in Jerry's second photo. Luckily, the Bobcat is not needed, but its fortunate that we have both thought ahead and have chainsaws and other forestry tools in our Tag Locating Kits.

We don't want to tip the Tag off to our mission, so we mount a surprise attack by foot. We park several fast food joints away and hike to the Big Chicken from there. Before anyone knew what was going on, Tim and I launch a fierce frontal attack. Tim tosses in a 1/4 stick of dynamite to clear as much of the pine straw from the area as possible. Before the smoke clears, I run in and set fire to the tree to make it easier to see if the tag is attached to one of the branches. While the tree is burning, Tim moves in on the rock with a long pole to use as a lever. He rolls the rock out of the way and starts raking the ground with a rock rake. In the meantime, the tree has lost enough foliage to show that the Tag is not in the branches, so I start whacking the limbs away. It's at this point that things got a little dicey. We were so intent on our attack that we didn't see the manager of the KFC coming at us with an unusually large chicken leg. He knocked me down and started swinging the gigantic drumstick at Tim. Tim overpowered him and explained that we were destroying a nest of a bird that looked like it may have the flu. The manager promptly apologized and ran back inside to lock down his stores of yard bird to protect them from the pandemic that was sure to follow. Tim and I know that we have little time before the manager calls the CDC so we step up our pace. Tim joins me in the limb attack. We both curse the lack of Fusion Battle Mistresses during this part of the onslaught. Its not long before we are down to the trunk from the ground to about 8 feet up. We gamble that Jerry hasn't taken it upon himself to climb into the tree to hide the Tag and so crank up our chainsaws and start dropping the outside trunks and work to the middle. It is here that Tim yells over the chaos that is the sound of our screaming chainsaws... "IT'S HERE, I SEE THE TAG". The words were like music to the ear. I was near total exhaustion when Tim saw the tag and I suspect that he was getting weary as well. We both drop to our knees and crawl in close to the trunk to evaluate our best method of extraction. We decide to try and chop it out with an axe, but as if by magic, the axe is completely unable to penetrate the wood surrounding the tag. We go after it using a massive pry bar, large screw drivers, a hammer and chisel, everything that we had and nothing would make a dent. Then it dawned on us, we must use INFI to retrieve the prize. Tim is closer then I, so I hand him my Meaner Street and sure enough, with the smallest flick of his wrist, Tim dislodges the Tag from between the bases of the two trunks closest to where the rock use to be. VICTORY IS OURS!!!

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HA - CHEW ON THAT NEWTON!
 


I am too busy gnawing on a chicken leg right now.

Besides, all you morons had to do was sweet talk Amy-O and she would have sent you a tag. That is how I got..................never mind. That is not the point.

The point is you people are retards.

Have a nice day. :D
 
PoorGuy said:
Before anyone knew what was going on, Tim and I launch a fierce frontal attack. Tim tosses in a 1/4 stick of dynamite to clear as much of the pine straw from the area as possible. Before the smoke clears, I run in and set fire to the tree to make it easier to see if the tag is attached to one of the branches.
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Did you have to leave the Big Chicken looking like this?

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Couldn't you have just asked the manager for a look around?

Duh.
 
Guyon said:
Did you have to leave the Big Chicken looking like this?

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Couldn't you have just asked the manager for a look around?

Duh.
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You pinheads! Now where are we eating in '07? :rolleyes:
 
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