By Aim and by effort

H.T.R.N.

By Aim and by Effort

H.T.R.N.

By Aim and by Effort

H.T.R.N.

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overkill? how much more dead, is dead, than dead?

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overkill? how much more dead, is dead, than dead?

About two hours later,about a 200 pound black bear came down the same exact trail and drank from the lake.This one was smaller than the other one,but very pretty with a large white patch on his chest.

About a minute after he moseyed off into the timber above the lake on a small knoll.I decided I wanted to take a better look at him,so I grabbed my varmint call and gave a few short blasts.

About 45 seconds later,here comes the bear at a soft but steady trot around the left side of the knoll.At the same time,here comes a big coyote around the right side of the knoll.

I don't think either one knew the other was there until they met each other in the middle-then all hell broke loose.Last thing I saw was that coyote going hell bent over the top of the knoll,and that bear was trying to sink his teeth into his ass.

Another slightly strange one happened just this past deer season.

I was walking down an old,abondend logging road,when I suddenly heard all hell brake loose about 20 yards from me in the brush.

I flipped the saftey off my 7mag,tipped the muzzel twards the brush and got ready to fight.And you know what came out?

Two big pine squirrels,one just bitting the crap out of the other.This went on for about thirty seconds in front of me,and I was having a good chuckle when the one getting bit suddenly broke away-and came running right at me!

I watched that little sucker run right up to me,around my back and that SOB jumped right up on my left ass cheek and held for dear life!!

I guess he was hiding from the other squirrel,which was also making a B-line for my ass.

I holered "GET THE %$#* OFF ME!!!!",did my rather poor version of a Jackie Chan move,and knocked the squirrel off me.

The two squirrels were off in the brush again before I could shoot the little pervert with my 7mag.

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I'm out to wrong rights,depress the opressed,and generaly make an ass of myself!

Another time one of my hunting partners had stayed up most of the night drinking. We left well before daylight in the pickup, and he was getting sick on the bumpy road. I had to stop so he could throw up. We were about 1/4 mile from a farm house and it was still pretty dark. He was down on all fours throwing up when out of nowhere a German Shepherd mounted him from behind and starting humping him. Damn, wish I'd had video of that. The dog was very affectionate and didn't want to let him up.

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JD

That squirrel was just losing the fight and he was coming for your knife.

Happens to me all the time...

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Originally posted by rick3foxes:
Hey, Brian,

That squirrel was just losing the fight and he was coming for your knife.

Happens to me all the time...

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I did not see him myself , but our friend did and kept wrestling with his wife on a stand , for she wanted the binos, too :
a jogger .
He wore a T-shirt.
He did not wear ANYTHING else !

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I'm out to wrong rights,depress the opressed,and generaly make an ass of myself!

By Aim and by Effort

H.T.R.N.

The squirrel about turned himself inside out, and when the hawk was gone he sat there on a log all hunched up sqealing "eeeee, eeee, eeee" for about 1/2 hour. I swear I was about to thump him with an arrow or go home because no deer was going to come out with that racket going on. I was about 5 minutes away from my tolerance threshold, when sure as s__t, a little 5 point walked right out to my stand and I shot him at 7 yards.

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overkill? how much more dead, is dead, than dead?

Puzzled now I walked back to the door where the quail was still waiting for me and as I looked out I spotted the problem...a big hawk sitting on a power pole about 50 yds from my plane. Obviously the quail had nearly been ambushed by the hawk and figured he needed some big friends quick.

A few minutes later the hawk abandoned the stalk and flew away. When I went back outside the quail had split for safer environs as well.

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A well placed bullet is worth 1,000 ft/lbs of energy.

By Aim and by Effort

H.T.R.N.

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overkill? how much more dead, is dead, than dead?

I thought moonshining died with prohibition?

Also, why would moonshiners care if they got caught nowdays?

Where can I get some?

A) You're forgiven. Now drink this......

B) It didn't. Do you think they sell all those quart jars for just canning tomatoes?

C) It is just as illegal now as ever, something about not paying taxes. Those ATF boys have no sense of humor.......

D) You'll have to find your own connection, I don't know anyone in Wyoming that would know and if I did I wouldn't tell you. You can buy some very poor legal imitation shine in some of the larger liquor stores, but it has an overwhelming corn flavor and is terrible tasting IMHO.

I forget how many gallons you can make. Used to know, never could make enough to reach the limit though.

me neither

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overkill? how much more dead, is dead, than dead?

By Aim and by Effort

H.T.R.N.

for the beer, i think 400 gal is still correct.

i stand corrected on the 13%, german dark doppelbock i between 7.5- 11%. seems though i made up some slightly stouter once. i will have to go back through my loaded notes.

i just have never liked the electric plates for a heat source. sounds like you have had much better luck with them than i have.

everclear states right on the bottle, DO NOT DRINK STRAIGHT, COULD CAUSE DEATH ETC. question is, who would want to drink it straight. tastes like burnt grain smells. a little red never hurt anybody. within reason. it will make you chase parked cars and howl at the moon though.

there are some specialty ales. fruit and barley, that do kick up to about 13%. just try a batch of palm fruit wine, and you'll know what i'm talkin about. said with a slight slur. halfbreed

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overkill? how much more dead, is dead, than dead?

I enjoyed the roping stories! I'm impressed. I have a good friend that roped a 10 point Mule deer outside of Van Horn. I have never roped a deer, but I did hook a coon on a rod-n-reel. He went to backing up growling and raising hell, then he turned to run and broken the line. The sad thing is, is that I was trying to catch him. What the hell would I have done if he would have turned and jumped in my lap? Like you said...the crazy things you did when you were younger.

Corey

You would have had an object lesson in the meaning of catch and release at an early age.

Then coming up the steep hill on the trail I saw a buck walking towards me! It was only about 50 yards away when I shot it. I made sure it was dead and then dragged it off of the steep hill to dress it and then I looked for the other buck. There was no other buck. I hung my red knap sack in a tree and made circles and I had plenty of time as it was morning. There was no sign. Nothing.

I don't think this is uncommon that when a shot is fired (and missed) a deer will not run away but for one to walk right up to me is unusual.

Ha! Got you beat on that one (though I shouldn't admit it). I was hunting in northern New Hampshire and tracking a medium buck. Jumped him and fired three shots, felt good but no sign of a hit. I followed the track around the mountain, a bit disgusted with my self, when I look up the ridge and see this spike horn looking in the direction of the buck track. I figure I should take him as the season was almost over. I proceeded to empty my rifle on that buck, and he never moved. Now getting a bit flustered, I reloaded and missed four more times. I then proceeded to single load the rifle, taking very careful aim at this deer (35 yards distant) and shot several more times, using a tree for a rest. The deer must have gotten bored, as he simply walked away, never touched by one shot. Turned out, I was shooting holes (11 of them) in a large tree branch. What had happened was that my rifle had been knocked onto the floor of our camp the previous week, and I never checked the sights... It was shooting three feet to the right at 75 yards!

Moral of the story is always check you sights if you bump your rifle, no matter what. And bring plenty of ammo...

by the way, that's not my strangest story. I haven't told my "strangest" since a day or two after it happened, because no one believes it.

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When he was younger, he was out hunting rabbits near Boise. His buddy and him saw a bobcat and he shot it in the head...dropped like a stone. When they looked at it he had barely hit it on the top if the head...still breathing. They weren't too far from their vehicle and walking back to it they say an old suitcase someone had thrown out. That gave them an idea.

They put the cat in the suitcase and left it on the side of the road. They found a good vandtage point and waited. Shortly thereafter, a car went by, slammed on it's brakes and backs up to the suitcase. One of the cars occupants jumps out looks around grabs the suitcase and the car takes off. After about 50 yards the cars swerves, brakes and runs off the road. Four doors open and four people fly out of the car, followed by a pissed off bobcat.

My strangest sight? happened last year in South Africa. I was in the Natal region hunting Nyala at a ranch and in the course of the late morning drive we spotted a Python of about 15 feet with an Impala or Dikker in it's belly. It was lying about 10 feet from where the kill was made and is the coolist thing I have ever seen!
Nature at it's finest.

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"Getting close to the game is the joy of Bowhunting for me , the harvest is a bonus."

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