I like most people hate that goddamn bitch ass dog from Duck Hunt more than anything and I hate A LOT of things. I can remember playing with my little brother and thinking I would sacrifice him to whatever deity would listen if I could just shoot that son of a whore in the face. GOD, I hate that thing. However, by hating him we’ve fallen right into his trap. Ever wonder what goes on behind that grass facade of lies? Luckily college humor has the answers.