With regards to the Society of Misguided Adventurers...
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Republic of Alberta
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Would love to see a club where you automatically get kicked out for bromancing each other on a public Internet forum. In fact talking to each other or even acknowledging the existence of one another is grounds for immediate removal. Now that's a club worth joining.
WOW RoA...........feeling particularly anti-social today aren't we?
You need a hug?This club sounds more attainable for me. I shot a mouse at 12' with a 22 after I told my mom I was going to the outhouse (to avoid homeschool). In the same shed another day I caught a pack rat when only armed with a broken broomstick. He lost, but the hide was to damaged for taxidermy. Most of my trophies from those years paid off $0.25 at a time, which I immediately turned over into more mouse/pack rat traps. I haven't had a drink in years, but to quote my father "I didn't quit drinking because I didn't like it." Does that count?
And here I thought I was the only one who wanted to shoot giant aquatic guinea pigs. This is why we need a Society of misguided adventurers, a support group for those who would seek out the weird and unusual.
Capibara combines nicely with water buffalo..................................
Republic of Alberta
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Grumpy loners need a club too. Just saying.
I'm trying to determine if that's a contradiction, a joke or very profound?
Travis Bickle
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I had to shoot a wild dog once in a burn pit in Afghanistan. It was my only confirmed kill.....other than all the time I kill on a regular basis 
....does that count?
....does that count?
You could check if the Diogenes Club has any openings.
I am not real good at drinking but I do enjoy it. I have never shot or mouse or shrew but have caught many in traps. Can i join your exclusive club/.IF not i will form my own exclusive group.
I think I deserve to join this group!! When I was 11 my dad bought me my first air rifle. I promptly wrecked the scope, and learned how to shoot, lining up the thicker end of the muzzle of the barrel with the back end. I shot so many pellets through it the air tanks went kapoot about 2 years later. Many a grey squirrel have bowed to my wrath.
I dont think angus' club is all about being elite... I think it is more about dedication and adventure and what you are willing to do for the sport..... you may have to hunt africa to reach elite levels but doing some of the things I did... like hunting turkey in a 3 piece suit would certainly help qualify for entry.. its all about the story and I think we all love to share.....
Dorian Gray
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When I was about 7, I killed a pigeon with a Frisbee. I only stunned him when I threw it at him so I picked him up by the feet and beat him about the head with the Frisbee until he was right bloodied and obviously dead. So there I was, holding this dead pigeon and prouder than a pig in ####. I ran inside the house, still holding the pigeon by the feet to show my grandma, blood trailing after me and dripping on the carpet. She was sitting in the living room smoking one of those looooooong cigarettes and drinking a screwdriver (grandma was a lush). Anyway, right was she was taking I swig, I yelled out "Grandma, look what I killed!". She was so thrilled by my hunting prowess that out of her nose the aforementioned screwdriver did spew.
Since that day, I have been known far and wide as the foremost expert in my particular area of expertise. I know that rodents were specifically mentioned but seeing as how rodents are vermin and pigeons are known as vermin of the sky, I may be a good fit for this Society. If this does not qualify me then I have many squirrels, mice and even a vole or 2 under my belt so maybe I could become a prospect. What say you 1899?
Since that day, I have been known far and wide as the foremost expert in my particular area of expertise. I know that rodents were specifically mentioned but seeing as how rodents are vermin and pigeons are known as vermin of the sky, I may be a good fit for this Society. If this does not qualify me then I have many squirrels, mice and even a vole or 2 under my belt so maybe I could become a prospect. What say you 1899?
Wow... you need to start a frisbee bear defense thread...
BigUglyMan
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I just gassed a Hornet nest and have confirmed the successful genocide. Would that meet your approval?
turbo_bird
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This sounds like a fun club. I once shot a mouse under my parents stove at breakfast time with a Crossman pump pellet pistol. Does that count? My brother killed a very large Norway rat one time when we were kids. In addition, we used to hunt squirrels and chipmunks, but were taught not to shoot anything we weren't going to eat, so we would roast them over a fire on a stick. Probably healthier than marshmallows and hotdogs. My brother would skin out the best looking ones and mount the hide on a piece of felt to display in his room.
Kristian
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Ok I want in!
My greatest adventure (and my first intentional kill) was the mighty Red Squirrel of the British Columbia woodlands, and my weapon of choice was a skillfuly hand crafted slingshot made from the finest poplar "Y" one could find at the time.
Surgical quality rubber tubing would provide all the power I would need. The leather pocket came from a cow that was obviously Olympic qualified judging by the steak supplied by said animal.
We preppared for the hunt with a gathering and a discussion of the potential events of that summer day. "Gather your weapons and lets go now!" was the decision agreed upon by all!
The hunt was terrifying and I needed a support group of like minded ten year olds also equipped with weapons of the quality mentioned earlier.
We stalked our prey as quietly as a group of stealthy ten year olds can, until we heard the roar of a large bull up a lodgepole pine in the park next to our neighborhood.
The battle that ensued was tremendous with many shots and the squirrel skillfully dodging most of them, he was enraged at our presence in his territory and roared to let us know with an ear numbing chatter.
Fear was ever present that the hunt could go wrong and the quarry would escape to chatter another day. But it was not to be so, as I lined up my sights and with great skill and precision released another suitably sized piece of Granite towards our quarry!
To my great satisfaction the shot struck struck the tree and richocheted with unimaginable force just inside the foreleg, knocking the wind out of him momentarily! As he dangled (preparing for a final charge) my entourage also released a volly of shots, some of them striking the trophy about the head and neck, dropping him to the ground!
One of our fellow hunters was armed with an antique, but still effective, large caliber stick of unknown quality and finnished the fight with one stought blow! I am pretty sure that there would have been a severe bite if my fellow hunter had not charged in, throwing safety and good judgement aside! Selfless is all I can say and a hero in his own right!
We dined on KD that night and I was sporting the trophy tail, on display attached to the bottom of my weapon!
Thus starting a long and arduous career of chasing wild animals, sometimes with great adventure, and sometimes with great dissapointment, but never boring.
My greatest adventure (and my first intentional kill) was the mighty Red Squirrel of the British Columbia woodlands, and my weapon of choice was a skillfuly hand crafted slingshot made from the finest poplar "Y" one could find at the time.
Surgical quality rubber tubing would provide all the power I would need. The leather pocket came from a cow that was obviously Olympic qualified judging by the steak supplied by said animal.
We preppared for the hunt with a gathering and a discussion of the potential events of that summer day. "Gather your weapons and lets go now!" was the decision agreed upon by all!
The hunt was terrifying and I needed a support group of like minded ten year olds also equipped with weapons of the quality mentioned earlier.
We stalked our prey as quietly as a group of stealthy ten year olds can, until we heard the roar of a large bull up a lodgepole pine in the park next to our neighborhood.
The battle that ensued was tremendous with many shots and the squirrel skillfully dodging most of them, he was enraged at our presence in his territory and roared to let us know with an ear numbing chatter.
Fear was ever present that the hunt could go wrong and the quarry would escape to chatter another day. But it was not to be so, as I lined up my sights and with great skill and precision released another suitably sized piece of Granite towards our quarry!
To my great satisfaction the shot struck struck the tree and richocheted with unimaginable force just inside the foreleg, knocking the wind out of him momentarily! As he dangled (preparing for a final charge) my entourage also released a volly of shots, some of them striking the trophy about the head and neck, dropping him to the ground!
One of our fellow hunters was armed with an antique, but still effective, large caliber stick of unknown quality and finnished the fight with one stought blow! I am pretty sure that there would have been a severe bite if my fellow hunter had not charged in, throwing safety and good judgement aside! Selfless is all I can say and a hero in his own right!
We dined on KD that night and I was sporting the trophy tail, on display attached to the bottom of my weapon!
Thus starting a long and arduous career of chasing wild animals, sometimes with great adventure, and sometimes with great dissapointment, but never boring.
