Funny story � I can�t compete with the Africa stories as I have never been there but have one that is some funny - and all on myself. Many years ago before we knew better than to shoot raptors we had a lot of family visiting and a BIG hawk was sitting in a poplar tree just about exactly a quarter mile away � 440 yds. I went into the house ad brought out the 222 Rem Mag, an old model 722 Remington with a Weaver K-6. Loaded a round, took careful aim and pulled the trigger. One shot, one hawk � perfect! I pulled the empty and everyone was �oohing� and �ahhing� about �what a shot!�, etc. So I went and put the gun away, smug and proud. Later in the day, same tree, other side, another hawk. I repeat the process, go get the gun, load a round, take the shot � and clean miss! So I reload and shoot � another miss. And another � And another! By now, I�m a little embarrassed, a little upset and still shooting. I don�t know how many rounds I fired but the hawk flew off and I was no little bit embarrassed. Just didn�t have sense enough to leave well enough alone!

I'll have you know that was MY HAT the babboon was dancing around and that aughtta entitle me to a calandar!!!

yea....I can see that ain't gonna fly.....so I'll enter the best non african story.....The story is true as well!!

Hunter shot by deer

Grand Marais Minnesota

There's always a lot of adrenaline pumping the opening morning of deer season and this was no exception. I was using my Savage M-99 in .308 as I sat quietly along a deer trail a few yards from the hi-line power wires. I'd sat there before and often saw deer using the trail to flee the hunters entering the woods on opening day.

It was unusually cold that day and snow was barely covering the ground but deer tracks were evident and all seemed like a good day for venison in the freezer. Since I wasn't moving....just sitting and waiting....I offed the safety to lightly open the lever to insure that there actually was a round in the chamber......that's when I heard it coming.....

I closed the action in time to have a decent buck run down the trail from behind me and toward me. He was running like a democrat for election as he ran by me and his left horn accidently snagged the sling of my rifle as he ran by. His foreward motion tore the butt stock from my right hand and as I held the foreend in my left hand the foreward motion caused the gun to pivot such that the muzzle was pointed backward at me.

The buck continued foreward and then the rifle discharged.....from what I'll never know.... and the bullet struck a rock beside the one I was sitting on and bullet fragments ripped into my legs.

Damage was minimal and I returned to the cabin to clean the wounds which were small and minor. I knew that doctors would only clean the wound as I already had done and decided against medical treatment as unnecessary.

Later that morning I returned to the "scene of the shooting" and started to track the deer and happily found the rifle less than a hundred feet away.

Apparantly the buck didn't like Savage rifles or something. I picked it up, test fired it and continued hunting the rest of the season.

Vapodog

onefunzr2,

didn't catch the parade, but saeed was looking for a good name for my dancing baboon, I think you got it!

"Dem golden Slippers!"

I'm kind of disappointed in the response to Saaeds offer to give away an AR calendar! Don't forget, these are made right there at Saeeds place, with only a couple dozen available!

Kind of disrespectful if you ask me--poke-poke.

I'll just take them all and give them as Xmas presents!

Wait a minute, it took me along time to teach that baboon to dance! I think I deserve a calendar!


but I must agree, I'm very surprised that there wasn't a better response, the calendar is real nice...

Here's my picture from this June....

Joel,


great photo! Brings back alot of great memories! I can't wait to get back to Africa, counting the days!

Have a great Holiday season!! Merry Christmas!!

Yes! The Zambesi! For sure I can taste it! I can't wait to go back!!!!

Hey wait a minute! I thought that was the view from my back deck

Oh, I guess all that wood smoke does make better sunsets. Have a Zambezi on me.
Russ

This isn't an African story, but I think it's funny.

I was elk hunting back in the 70's with an older gentleman who has since passed on. I had told him to go sit next to this barbed wire fence because when the elk came out of the green fields, they always jumped that fence. About daylight, the old guy needed to take a crap, so he dropped his insulated coveralls and started taking a dump. About that time he hears elk coming up the trail right for him. He's pulling up his coveralls, trying to get out of the way of this Big 6x6 who is running right up the fence line, instead of jumping it. Apparently the elk ran over him just as he grabbed for his rifle, knocking him down and the rifle flying. He was telling me this story, and I noticed that he smelled something awful. Well, when he pulled his coveralls up, he was still taking a crap, and he had smeared it all the way from his neck to the seat on the inside. I always told him, he was the only guy I've ever known that an elk kicked the shit out of.