Uncle Si is recovering well from his recent injury, but once Fox News started covering the incident, Martin landed in hot water with the feds. John-David is working on hunting safety with his son, Carter, and the boys have their own horror stories from a lifetime using firearms. Si ponders what he’ll do when his beloved cat Sweetpea goes to heaven, and Stone has a bone to pick with his own pets. - Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Chapter 4: How does Uncle Si feel about his pets?
Chapter 5: What hilarious hunting stories do the boys have?
Chapter 6: What did Si say about his beloved cat Sweetpea?
I didn't say that. That's why I said it doesn't. But that's just the generic term I use for it. I'll get her something saying, thanks for being a good sport.
I'm supposed to get Allison some hair thing for Valentine's Day, but it's expensive.
You'd be all right. You can make it. Think all that money you're saving on food now, Sam.
Think all that money you make? Mm-hmm.
Yeah. I got Anna a bread cooker.
Oh. That's a good idea.
That's what I'm talking about. Y'all got fresh bread. Old-made sourdough bread. Yeah, you on that bread.
I had the first carb I've had in three weeks last night, and I almost pooped my pants in the Chick-fil-A drive-thru this morning.
Oh, so you went and run it back again. Yeah.
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Chapter 7: How does the group handle hunting season's end?
It's a problem. It happens to everybody.
Yeah. Jumbo lie squirts. Yeah.
I've talked... My buddy Drew has some of the greatest poop in his pants story ever. When he lived in Dallas, he got stuck in that ice storm.
Oh, no.
And he couldn't get home. And he was just stuck on the interstate for an hour. And he's like, I'm never going to make it. And he makes it. Gets out of his car. Steps on the sidewalk. Ice. And he slips about three inches. Well, all muscles relaxed. Pooped in his driveway. Sad day. You ever pooped your pants, Martin? No.
I mean, I think I'm about two years on that clock. I try to keep a running tally of when I have to reset to the last time I crapped my pants clock.
That's a grown man.
It gets worse when you're duck hunting.
Worsher. That's a cool word.
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