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Moe
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posted April 17, 2015 07:29 PM
I'm feeling guilty for hijacking Dave's thread but I was thinking it would be fun to recount some funny or interesting hunting stories. I'll start.
We had a spot not far from Mojave where we could always count on killing at least one bobcat. We often saved it for club hunts.
One night my wife and I had dinner with one of my regular hunting partners and his wife. It was still early so Don and I decided to run up to the spot and do some calling. We killed a couple of bobcats and were heading back into LA when we decided we should skin skin them before getting back into town so we pulled off the freeway and went to work. It was cold out.
We were just getting ready to get back on the road when a Highway Patrol car pulled over next to us and two chippies got out. We were in a no hunting zone so they started quizzing us as to where we shot the cats. We told them back by Mojave and we were just skinning them there.
One of the guys was satisfied with our story but the other one pulled off his glove and put his hand on one of the skinned cats to make sure it wasn't warm. That kinda shocked me and I started laughing.
He was looking me over when I grabbed his hand and started shaking it. Now he was startled. I congratulated him for being that dedicated. Now his partner started laughing his ass off.
We joked around for a bit then all drove off.
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posted April 18, 2015 10:08 AM
You are semi-new around here so you don't know that hijacking is not only allowed, but encouraged.
Keep it up. I know I have a million of 'em.
Good hunting El Bee
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posted April 18, 2015 10:29 AM
I was removing the laundry from the dryer a little while ago. Tossed it all on the bed.
My dog grabs one of my $20 a pair socks and takes off, chased him around for what seemed like five minutes. Finally caught him, what a prick !!
I still love the little bastard for reasons unknown.. ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
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posted April 18, 2015 01:57 PM
I don't know if I can do justice for this story but here goes.
3 weeks ago my cousin was at 50 coyotes for the year and wanted to reach his record of 63. His areas while a long way from being hunted out, were not producing for him. I took him to one of my places and we made the first stand on a pipeline, he on one side me on the other. As luck would have it this coyote comes in from 300 yards hugging my side of the tree line. I finally shot him at 20 yards.
Next stand I set the CS24 out and called for a good 30 minutes with cousin on my left side about 40 yards. I finally turned the caller off and just sat there trying to figure out what to do next. All of a sudden, a coyote jumps out into the field running towards my now dead caller. I wondered why didn't cousin shoot? Why wasn't he shooting? So I pulled up and shot the coyote right at the caller.
I was very troubled as to why he hadn't shot so I asked him what was the deal? He said he had sat there with a tick crawling on him but wasn't about to move. I killed the stand so he was looking at me trying to get this tick off the back of hi neck when he saw me pull up and shoot he turned just in time to see him flip over. That coyote wasn't 10 yards to his left when he came out of the woods looking for the lost puppy. Went right by him and out into the pasture 60 yards. Cousin was a little pissed but I was on the ground laughing at him as he told the story.
Maybe you had to be there but cousin had to go back home empty handed.
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posted April 18, 2015 05:39 PM
Yeah, you're ready for The Tonight Show, head writer.
Did I ever tell you guys about the new guy I took out who insisted on using his Model 94? I seemed doubtful but he said he had reflective tape on his open sights and was very confident.
After he missed (I forget, 5 or 6) easy shots that first night, he still didn't get it.
The next morning I asked him to shoot at a wall, which he did and produced a nice three shot group of somewhere around 36 inches.
I wanted to see for myself and fired three shots at the same wall at the same distance. Mine was about 3-4 inches, just what you might expect from that gun.
So, I told him that if he intended to continue to use it instead of my offered loaner rifle, then I thought his best chance was to get out 40 or 50 yards in front of me and hide behind a bush and brain them as they ran by.
Actually, we took it easy the rest of the weekend, and I don't think he even saw another coyote. And, that's the way it goes sometimes, feast or famine. Too bad.
Good hunting. El Bee
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posted April 18, 2015 06:25 PM
I don't have any good ones compared to you guys. Stories of being stuck in the mud, calling a wild Mustang.
Walking miles to the pickup, riding the ATV miles into town, to get help for my stuck pickup.
Man, there's gotta be something exciting ?
I did order some Skinner sights for tha thuty-thuty. I might be able to shoot 3" groups @ 50 yards all day long..
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posted April 18, 2015 07:01 PM
A few years back a farmer came by the shop and told me he had seen a black coyote on his place.
Told me I could go after it if I wanted, I told him that I would be out there the next day.
Well it took three trips but I finally got it. It ran right between me and my buddy from the down wind side I was the lucky one that shot it.
Fast forward to a month later we were calling for cats about a half a mile from where I shot the black coyote.
We were sitting at the head of a deep draw, both of us had 22Hornets, this black coyote steps out down the draw about 130yds.
He just stood there, I tried everything to get him to come on in. After what seemed like forever I told my buddy to take him.
He made the shot and the coyote went down, so after we got back to the 4wheelers and got over to it, it was gone.
After looking for blood I saw it crawling about 50yds down the draw, so I shot it. My buddy said you didn't ruin the hide did you, no I said its alright.
He went down to get it when he got to it he started cussing. I asked what's wrong, he looked up at me and said its got the mange. I couldn't help myself I busted out laughing, he was so mad he couldn't even talk. I know you don't see black coyotes all the time but you had to be there.
Rogers 6'4" and weighs around 240 and the man was about to cry when he saw it had mange.
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posted April 18, 2015 07:07 PM
I never killed a coyote with mange. Saw one, once, just crossing the road as we were driving but that's as close as I ever got.
Good hunting. El Bee
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posted April 19, 2015 05:02 AM
I think I've told this one before.
Weekend calling trip with my Dad and his partner, I was about 10 years old… It was January, if I remember right, and just bitter cold. Dad’s partner had a spanking new rifle along. I used to know all the details about it, but it’s been too long, and all I can really remember now is that it had a gorgeous piece of wood on it, and it was new, and it had cost plenty.
Can’t remember now whether it was my Dad or his buddy that put lead in the old dog coyote, but one of them shot this coyote that was coming in to the call. After the stand was done, we all three walked out to where the coyote had gone down. It wasn’t dead, not nearly. Fur was worth some real dollars then.
So rather than put another hole in it, Dad’s friend elected to butt stroke that old coyote in the noggin. Why he wanted to do that, I can’t say, Dad usually dispatched ‘em with a boot stomp. But, anyway, when Harold butt stroked that old coyote, that gorgeous new stock just SHATTERED! Harold stood there in stunned silence for a moment, just staring at his broken stock. Then he erupted into a rage and started spewing out obscenities and words combined in exquisitely creative and filthy expressions, such as my 10 year old Mormon raised ears had never heard! I mean, I was seriously impressed with the way this guy was cussing!
Well, I may have been impressed, but apparently that old coyote was not… As this old boy stood there with his broken rifle cussing up a storm, that old coyote reached over and bit him on the foot, clear through his boot!
Man, you should have HEARD the howls and curses coming out of that man. To this day, I have never heard a more articulate, soul felt, inspirational, just plain ARTISTIC use of foul language in my life! I mean, it was beautiful!
But to see him hopping around on one leg, holding his broken rifle, cursing so as to make a pirate blush, HOLY SHIT that was funny! Me and my Dad both laughed until we cried, which just seemed to upset the old boy even more and drive him to new heights of rage and obscenity. By the time we all settled down, the coyote had passed quietly, and unnoticed.
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posted April 19, 2015 06:24 AM
Another one. For me it wasn't all that funny at the time.
At a club meeting a guy named Wayne Thompson came in with some new plastic calls he was getting ready to market. These were the first plastic calls I can remember. I was certainly no celebrity but I was the top producer with number of critters being brought in at the time so he gave me a regular jackrabbit call and a little coaxer and asked me to use them and give him something he could use to advertise. I said sure.
The next weekend my hunting partner, Don, and I were hunting east of Barstow on a daytime stand. I was sitting down leaning against a Joshua tree blowing on the coaxer. I was enjoying the sound so much I lost track of what was going on around me. Suddenly a coyote appeared right in front of me. I dropped the call and tried to bring up my rifle but it was too late. The coyote jumped on me trying to bite my face. I could feel its breath. It was growling.
I was now using the rifle to block it from biting me. I'd push it away and it would jump on me again. I tried to stand up but the damned coyote kept coming back on me. I finally pushed it back a few feet from me and swung the rifle barrel to where it was touching the coyote's chest and pulled the trigger. The coyote fell back and I got up but the coyote wasn't dead. Apparently the gun barrel was laying across the coyote's chest and only the muzzle blast knocked it down.
I tried chambering another round but in my haste the bullet broke off of the casing and the gun jammed. The coyote was at my feet spewing sand with its legs. Then it got up and trotted, not ran, trotted away. I was yelling at Don to shoot the coyote but no shot was fired. Now I was screaming, SHOOT HIM! SHOOT THE SON OF A BITCH!! Nothing. The coyote trotted out of sight. I was totally frazzled. I turned and looked at Don and he was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes.
It took quite a while for me to see the humor in the incident. The thought of rabies entered my mind, too.
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posted April 19, 2015 06:27 AM
BTW, Leonard, I've never shot a coyote with mange, either. I'm thinking that back in our heyday it was still working its way down from Montana. Tawnoper and Switch have told me they've killed mangy coyotes not too long ago.
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posted April 19, 2015 01:58 PM
I was hunting alongside a trail in winter one year, decked out head to toe in camo. I was about 5 yards off the trail, and I guess I was between call sequences, when a male and female come down the trail cross country skiing.
The couple stops right in front of me, and I am thinking, "Could they have seen me?"
The male then takes out his junk and urinates on a tree. The female then drops her pants, squats down and urinates on the trail.
I was hoping they wouldn't decide to get it on right there. Well, not really..
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posted April 19, 2015 02:07 PM
You maybe should have hit the `Screaming Mt. Lion in heat` button on your caller.
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posted April 19, 2015 03:03 PM
Umm? Did they both shake it? Or was the lady prepared for #2, as well?
Oh, and was she a natural blonde?
Good hunting. El Bee
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posted April 19, 2015 04:40 PM
One of the funniest things that happened to me while hunting occurred years ago. I had taken a newbie coyote hunter to one of my better areas for a hunt. It was evening and we were sitting on a hill calling an opening with a brand new at the time green FoxPro caller playing a deer in distress.
After a few minutes we both heard noise in the grass down below. I caught movement and the predator finally came into the opening. Here comes a bowhunter, complete with an arrow knocked and bow drawn, looking for the "wounded deer". I shut the caller off and he relaxed and looked around. Then, I turned the caller on again and he resumed his stealthy hunter pose and started looking for his quarry. I shut the caller off again and he looked completely baffled. So, I turned the caller on again and watched him continue his hunt past us. We were laughing, but the guy was so intent on finding his "deer" that he never noticed us. We picked up and left and he never knew we were there.
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posted April 19, 2015 04:57 PM
4949......that's funny! When she dropped her pants I may have given her a wolf whistle.
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posted April 19, 2015 04:57 PM
Spent the day at a state prepper's expo in class sessions today. In the last class - this was so f-in' funny (snicker, gasp) - the instructor is a lady who has been responding to major disasters for ten of the last 17 years helping people to reconstruct a livable world when all has been lost. Anyway, we get to talking (let me compose myself a bit,...tee hee) about how there are a growing number of school district's who, under federal guidelines, now have the authority, in the event of a federally declared disaster, or any major disaster, to take "possession" of your children, and told of one incident they responded to where a school district had been hit and the school and officials loaded all the kids onto buses and bussed them out of the district "for their safety". They wouldn't tell the parents where their kids were and it took over TWO WEEKS before the parents were advised that their children were being housed in ANOTHNER STATE!
Or, about the time they responded into a zone where FEMA Was active and how they found a line of houses that appeared intact and undamaged, with people camping in the street in front of the houses. (LMAO) She asked these folks where they lived and they pointed to those houses. When she asked why they were outside and not inside, they told her that FEMA had booted them out of their own houses and were allowing FEMA officials to live there. (OMG, my sides hurt!) And, ... wait for it,... gasp.... I thought this had been addressed in the third amendment that prohibits quartering of,... awww, fuck it.
Nope, none of it's funny. Or, hunting related. The list she gave was longer, and more disturbing.
Turns out Leonard has been right all along.
Has this been the most epic attempt at veering everyone off on a tangent that you ever saw? Can you say, "HIJACK!!!"
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posted April 20, 2015 04:53 AM
I don't know Jack, but most everybody seems to be welcome here so........
HI Jack !!! ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
BwaaaHaaaHaaa !!!!!
Ok, I'll go quietly.
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posted April 20, 2015 05:35 AM
I think I might have mentioned this before, but it was unusual enough that it bears repeating.
At the CAMPOUT, in Ashfork, I was with my grandson, Aaron, recently discharged from the Army with a disability as a "Wounded Warrior".
So, we were somewhat west of the campsite and took a road that went north. This area had a few structures, here and there and we were probably fifteen miles from the Interstate.
I took a side road, looked virtually unused and got further away from any sign of civilization....so I thought?
I was a little forward of Aaron and he was about 40 yards off to my left, which made it inconvenient to glance his way, and I didn't do much of it.
He was hunkered down in front of a mesquite, one with a lot of stickups so he could nestle into it and set up.
We were about 3/4 of a mile from the graded road, far enough that you couldn't hear someone drive by.
Anyway, on stand for probably 12-15 minutes, I looked his way and there was a man standing beside the tree, hunched over, intently looking the same way we were. WTF!
This guy had a ball cap, Levis and boots, western shirt, and had a Model 700 with a large target scope on it.
Aaron turned and scared the shit out of the guy by talking to him; he was only about three feet away and didn't have a clue that he was there.
He was driving south towards the highway, (with his wife) when he heard a pack of coyotes attacking a deer so he decided to break out the weapon and pull a sneak on the critters. He said he had never shot a coyote before and this seemed to be a great opportunity. The thing is, he was so intent on observing a scene imagined in his mind, (coyotes attacking a deer) that he paid no attention whatsoever to Aaron sitting so close he could have grabbed his arm!
Anyway, busted stand and all, but the guy was very good natured. I didn't get up, but waved as Aaron pointed my way. The chitchat was minimal and he was soon walking back to where he left his wife, then took off.
I have had people approach a stand, but this was way different, he was almost leaning on Aaron's shoulder and didn't see him. What are the odds that he would sneak up to the exact tree that he was sitting under?
I doubt that I will ever see quite the same thing ever again?
Good hunting. El Bee
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posted April 20, 2015 06:10 AM
I will let you decide if this is a ‘hunting’ story or not…even though I was the one involved, and it didn’t seem funny at the time, I still look back and have to laugh.
The winter in Central Kansas in 1978-79 was brutal…65-70” of snow, and one 45 day stretch where the temps didn’t get above freezing. The morning of the incident was a Sunday, mid-January 1979, -5 and about 12-15” of snow on the level. My mom and I were heading to the sheriff’s office to pick up my step-dad from his night shift and go to church. As I turned on the highway from our country road leading to our house, I had to cross the bridge over the Smoky Hill River to head north into Russell, Kansas.
As I went over the bridge, I noticed a deer struggling to its feet about 400 yards east of the highway. When we got to the sheriff’s office, I asked the dispatcher if anyone reported hitting a deer south of town…she indicated that a truck did hit one, but it ran off. I told them I knew where it was, and got permission to head out and salvage it.
I took the vehicle and my mom and step dad indicated they would be out after church to help start cutting it up after I had it field dressed and hung.
I headed to the house as quick as I could to get changed and pick up a rifle and knife. I was a senior in high school at the time, and was heading to college to play football, so I was in pretty good shape…fairly fleet of foot and weighed around 190.
I hop in the 4X4, get to the field and have every intention of just driving up to the deer, popping it between the eyes with the .22, and head home to hang and dress it in our warm garage.
Unfortunately, I underestimated the will of a critter to live…as I got close to the deer, I could see it was a young button buck with both legs broke below the hocks…just bone splinters protruding and hoofs flapping free.
As a young dumb kid, I had only loaded the rifle with ONE .22 shell, and the knife was on the seat next to me. Well, Mr. Deer decides to vacate the place he was laying and ran right by my truck and headed toward the busy highway.
Me, the soon to be college player, albeit dressed like the Sta-Puf Marshmallow man with snow packs on, decided to leave the pickup running, and take out on foot , (leaving the rifle and knife in the warm truck), to run the deer down and drag it back ‘caveman’ style to the truck where I would shoot it and tote it home.
Well….Mr. Deer is running way faster than it should be able to with 2 bad wheels, and this so called athlete was getting left in the dust by a crippled deer. I finally did a shoestring tackle about 390 yards from the truck, in the ditch next to the highway, and ended up sitting on this deer with his head protruding between my legs!
I think everyone in the south part of Russell County was heading to town to church, and noticed this kid in camo coveralls, sitting on a deer in the ditch next to the road—most were polite enough to wave and laugh as they went by…no one stopped to help, though!
I was pretty naïve about long underwear at the time, and my cotton long johns were soaked from running and wrestling with the damn thing, and I was sweating like a fat man at a free dance…not good when it is -5.
I was just absolutely getting my tail feathers kicked by this 120 pound deer, when I looked up and saw that my mom and step dad were pulling over to the side of the road. I was starting to shake pretty bad from the cold about that time. My SD walked out to the truck, and brought it around so I could take the rifle and get the deer in the back of the truck. I was feeling pretty fortunate to have had them change their mind to come out and help me about an hour earlier than I had planned on seeing them!
I got a lot of ribbing from almost everyone that saw me in the ditch when I got to school the next day, as well as from most of the dads of my buddies! Most of them commented how hard my dad would have laughed had he been alive to see it!
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posted April 20, 2015 07:39 AM
My most memorable deer hunt was when my buddy got a real bruiser...
My buddy's Dad was like a father to all of us up at deer camp. We'd all hunt together up at his farm, where we were all blessed to share many, many good times, great meals, and the fellowship that makes deer camp so special. And in that time span, lots & lots of deer hung on the meat pole, more than I'd care to guess. But this particular deer was one I'll never forget...
A few years ago, bud's Dad fell ill & passed away within a year. That following deer season, it was difficult to enjoy time up at deer camp, and especially so for my buddy. We managed through the better part of the season, but it just wasn't the same without Big Dom around...
Last week of muzzleloader season was approaching, and I talked my buddy into jumpin' in my truck for the long ride up to deer camp in Central NY. We'd leave on Saturday, after work, make the 230 mile drive and arrive by midnight, just to hunt that last Sunday of the season for us...
Sunday morning broke cold & damp, with that raw feeling that could only mean snow was on the way. We were in our stands well before daylight, same as we always do. There is just something magical about witnessing the waking of a new day, huddled up in a deer stand. I was in my top stand, and buddy was in favorite 'middle' stand. One last day to hunt! I had a doe tag to fill, and buddy had his buck and doe tag...
As if on que, snow creeped into the cold woods with the approaching Sun rise. The muted grays & browns of the hardwoods were quickly being blanketed in white...soooo beautiful!!! Just as I was taking in the wonder of the new day, a gun shot echoed from down below. After hearing that report many times before, I knew Al had taken the shot...
Per usual protocol, I turned my Motorola radio & waited for confirmation. Al called within a minute, said he shot "a buck". He saw antlers and a big body thru the falling snow, and took a quartering shot at the deer. It ran off, with the 777 smoke and snowflakes making it hard to see very far...
After several minutes, Al called back. The snow was really coming down and it was beginning to mask any signs of a hit. I hastily descended from my perch, and began double timing it down the mountain to Al's stand. When I got there, we could barely make out the pink mist of blood under the fresh snow, and the deer's big tracks were being filled in by the second. Still unsure of the hit, we loaded back up and decided to push the issue and follow the sign while we still could...
Down the hill, across the stream and into the swamp, we'd take turns flanking & posting up while the other followed the track...just in case the we jumped the deer. After making it almost 200yds, any sign of blood was gone and we only had tracks to follow. It was Al's turn to circle forward when he noticed an antler poking up from a mound of snow. The buck was down, his huge body was completely covered in snow in the 40 minutes time from the shot. By all accounts, the buck made a death sprint down the hill at the shot, and came to rest right where we found him. And HO LEE SHIT, what a buck it was!!! Al brushed the snow off his body, and we were both dumbfounded at the body size, as well as the wickedly shoveled main beams of its rack...
Not gonna lie, we set there in the falling snow beside that buck with tears in our eyes. After a while, I left Al to be with his deer, with the spirit of his Father smiling down upon him. I returned with my ATV and two cigars about 20 minutes later. We tagged the deer, then sat down again beside it & enjoyed the heck outta those two cigars. We reminisced about how this whole weekend came about, a banzai 500+ mile round trip to hunt for one day. We talked about our good fortune and the notion that a greater gift was just bestowed upon us. Call me a sap, but the aura in the air was just magical! We hunt a small farm in a heavily hunted area, and the fact that THIS buck made it to old age was a miracle in itself!
I actually had a brief glimpse of that buck during bow season, but no one believed me when I described his crazy rack and huge body. No one, except for Al, that is! And now, he had that buck on the ground to see for himself...
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posted April 20, 2015 09:27 AM
Many years ago I lived in Barstow, CA. I had spent my younger days living in Stockton, CA and grew up pheasant hunting and I had the urge to get out and do some. I asked some guys from the trap club to go with me but they all said they were too busy so I headed north to do it by myself.
I was north of Sacramento just trying to find a place to hunt when I passed a piece of property I thought just had to be filled with pheasants so I went to the farmhouse to ask for permission. The farmer was pretty old and when I asked for permission he said, “Do you have a dog?” I said I did but he told me I could only hunt his property if I’d take Rufus with me. I was skeptical thinking I really didn’t need another dog but I figured that once I was out of sight of the farmer I could leave Rufus in the car. So I said okay.
The farmer took me out back and yelled, “Rufus, come here.” You can imagine how shocked I was to see an old crippled up black man come around from behind one of the outbuildings in answer to the farmer’s call. But if it was the only way to get to hunt so be it. Rufus hopped in the car with me and off we went.
I was driving along one of the farm roads when Rufus got all excited and said, “Stop here!” I stopped and he got out of the car and sniffed the air then pointed towards some cattails and said, “There.” I was dubious but I got my shotgun and walked into the cattails and flushed a nice rooster. And that’s the way the morning went. Back then the limit was four birds and it wasn’t even an hour before I had a limit. I took Rufus back to the farmhouse, gave him $20 and drove home.
When I got back to the gun club I told my buddies of my good fortune but I don’t think they believed me. So when the final weekend of pheasant season neared I asked them if they’d care to go see for themselves. This time they all wanted to go. We took off Friday night and got up to the farmer’s house at first light. He said we could hunt and started to close the door but I said, “Can we take Rufus?” He said that we couldn’t. Disappointed I asked why. He said “Rufus is dead.” I said, “Dead?? What happened?” the farmer said, “I had to shoot him.” I said, YOU SHOT HIM??!! WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT HIM?”
The farmer said, “He took to chasing cars out on the highway.”
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posted April 20, 2015 11:23 AM
Back in the late 70s I raised blue tick coon hounds. Now this line of dogs would go between 60 to 80lbs. they had deep chest with a big blocked head.
One night me, my Grandpa and Randy, my hunting buddy, were running three dogs just before season. We would tree a coon, hold the dogs, kick the coon out and run it again.
We treed a coon in this big den tree, I had already caught the dogs and was getting ready to leave when Randy said he was going to climb the tree and try to kick the coon out. I look at Grandpa and he said let him try, I told Randy he's probable in a hole he said he would squall him out.
The tree was on top of the bank of this little creek, the bank drooped off some 6ft to a little shelf before you hit the water.
Randy climbed the tree and started squalling at the top of the hole in the tree. While he was squalling I had gave Grandpa two of the dogs while I held one and beat on the bottom of the tree with a good size log.
After awhile Randy stopped squalling and raised up to look in the top of the hole, that was about the same time the coon decided to come out.
Everything kind of moved in slow motion about that time. When the coon hit Randy in the chest with all four feet and used him as a diving board to spring into the creek. I turned to see my two big male dogs drag Grandpa over the bank, let me back up a little to say that Grandpa was 5'7" and weigh 150 when wet and was 60 at the time. Well Grandpa didn't have a chance, he hit the shelf just before the water and let go of the leads.
All the time this was happening Randy was trying to get down the tree, he was bleeding from the little toe nail holes in his chest.
I tied my dog off and jumped down to the shelf to help Grandpa ( I new that Grandma would kick my ass if I got Grandpa hurt) when I got to him I asked if he was alright.
He looked at me and asked where's Randy, I told him he was on top of the bank he said I'm going to shoot that boy when I get up there.
WE got all the dogs caught and went home after that. Grandpas been gone for nine years now, but every time I see Randy he'll bring this story up. To top the story off, Randy dropped his new 6volt flashlight in the hole when the coon hit him. Never did get that light out of that tree, it dropped down a hole some ten foot in that tree.
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4949shooter
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posted April 20, 2015 05:21 PM
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You maybe should have hit the `Screaming Mt. Lion in heat` button on your caller.
LOL..
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Oh, and was she a natural blonde?
Brunette!
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4949......that's funny! When she dropped her pants I may have given her a wolf whistle.
Haha!....it would have scared the hell out of her.
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