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Bodhidogma
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My last time I went Deer Hunting Story.
A bright November afternoon me and a buddy I was in school with were walking across a field in Pochahantas county and I here this bang...wiff, .bang, bang, wiff zzzifff, twip sounds. This is what it's like to be shot at and not really know it till you see a piece of dirt go fly up after a wiff and hear the "wiff...thunk" noise.
We hit the dirt and the shooting stops, we crawl to the other side of the clearing and get behind some trees. About fifty yards to my left is a guy with a bottle of E.T. and a 30/30. He sees me and says "D'ju shee where them deers went?". I leveled my 30/30 at him and told him that we were the fuckin deer he had been shooting at and to drop his weapon. He pissed his pants and dropped the bottle and said "Fuck you." My buddy, popped him over the head from behind. It was a fun afternoon.
THEN.....we go on hunting for a while after we turn the drunk over to a forest ranger and I nail an 8 pointer...I'm thrilled, I'm excited...I'm 2 miles from anything resembling a dressing station. I field dress my deer and drag this carcass for the 2 miles which takes me THREE hours. I then pay the dressing station a 100 bucks to cut everything up real nice an purty.
I've been shot at...I smeel like dead deer and I stink like I've never stunk in my life. I think it was fear sweets that cause this kind of nasty stink. I have not gone hunting since and doubt that barring an earth shattering catastrophe that forces me to hunt for food will I ever go again.
Fuck hunting!!!
A bright November afternoon me and a buddy I was in school with were walking across a field in Pochahantas county and I here this bang...wiff, .bang, bang, wiff zzzifff, twip sounds. This is what it's like to be shot at and not really know it till you see a piece of dirt go fly up after a wiff and hear the "wiff...thunk" noise.
We hit the dirt and the shooting stops, we crawl to the other side of the clearing and get behind some trees. About fifty yards to my left is a guy with a bottle of E.T. and a 30/30. He sees me and says "D'ju shee where them deers went?". I leveled my 30/30 at him and told him that we were the fuckin deer he had been shooting at and to drop his weapon. He pissed his pants and dropped the bottle and said "Fuck you." My buddy, popped him over the head from behind. It was a fun afternoon.
THEN.....we go on hunting for a while after we turn the drunk over to a forest ranger and I nail an 8 pointer...I'm thrilled, I'm excited...I'm 2 miles from anything resembling a dressing station. I field dress my deer and drag this carcass for the 2 miles which takes me THREE hours. I then pay the dressing station a 100 bucks to cut everything up real nice an purty.
I've been shot at...I smeel like dead deer and I stink like I've never stunk in my life. I think it was fear sweets that cause this kind of nasty stink. I have not gone hunting since and doubt that barring an earth shattering catastrophe that forces me to hunt for food will I ever go again.
Fuck hunting!!!
talonracer
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Wodin where do you live that they have dressing stations???? Got a few more days to go here in PA
