We were after Eastern snipe. The Eastern snipe prefer two-thick inch ribeye steaks, so I was told to bring a few pounds. They must have been aware of the brown bottle thing because they had me bring Heineken. There was much debate about the smoke but the consensus was mesquite. But even the fire they set to flush the prey my way backfired. When I returned to the camp site the smoke apparently had attracted the snipe, who devoured all the steak and drank all the Heineken. All the others had left. I guess they had bagged the limit.
I'll try some of your suggestions. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
