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Ms Kate, blanks can be a blast!
This past summer we had a pair of Ruger Mini-14's in .223 out in the field. Both owners, one is me, totally love our rifles and have long-since developed a rivalry between what they can do. About 10 of us in the bachelor party, all knowing that we were messing with the groom, the other owner, and some not knowing they were also being messed with!
A few stuffed animals, randomly placed Thundershots inside, and a few blank rounds. For those who didn't expect the fun meter to go off the scale with the Thundershot, it was awesome! Scared but amazed at the same time...I originally said 'what did you hit!? Holy caca!' Then I said, 'yeah these are special army rounds I used to use!' That was pretty funny in its own right, especially since half the guys are not gun nutz!
The groom, however, probably succumbing to pre-wedding jitters went through two mags worth of every second round being a blank. They don't cycle the action so he would clear it, see a casing fly out and try again. He never did look at what was coming out or what we were loading. He actually became angry and quite fed up with what was going on. I am paraphrasing here, 'that's what I want... a freakin' lemon of a shooter...what a piece of turd...this competition doesn't count...it has been great 'til now...etc!' He wanted to sell it right there, and he tried, but we all said, yeah what a piece of junk-started great but then fell apart.
An off-handed comment came from the back, 'isn't that like wives and marriages?' SNAP! When he threw his rifle into the bed of the truck, we kind of figured it went too far and let him off the hook. We haven't been out shooting since but I know the blames will be on 'what we made him do to that rifle that makes it shoot 'off' now!'
Here's to a few more wins for my mini and I! Oh yeah, and a long and happy marriage...!
 
I have a funny story (although this doesn't count as an entry) - I took a newbie to the indoor range to try out my handguns, and he really enjoyed it. Since I had paid to go in, I thought I would spend 5 minutes having a shoot before we left. My guest, having no ability to be still and just watch, grabbed the broom and started sweeping up brass. All the bays were full and the guy shooting next to me almost tripped over on the broom as my guest was sweeping around him. Not thinking it was a good idea to distract or trip people with loaded firearms, I shot my guest a dirty look. He went to put the broom away and knocked the lights off at the same time with the broom handle - the whole range went pitch black. Needless to say, I haven't taken him back!
 
HORROR STORY

About 5-6 years ago, I come home from deer hunting. I have 2 rifles to put away, a Sako M995 in .270 win and a Tikka T3 hunter
Both guns have been brought in the house in soft sided zipper cases, the Sako is in a Leupold case with heavy fake sheepskin type lining.

So I am putting both cases up on top of the bench to open and put the guns away. Open the first case and as I did to the Leupold case holding the Sako slid of the top of the loading bench and (since I had both hands busy holding the other gun) I tried to pin the case against the bench legs to stop it falling or at least slow it down. Anyway it slid down and landed on the floor, not very hard, and the case was 100% horizontal when it hit. So I didn't think anything of it, fully expecting there would be no damage.

Ok, so I put the other gun away, then I reach down and pick up the Leupold case, unzip it and reach in to pull out the M995.
All I got was half a rifle stock! The stock had snapped in half exactly where the rear screw attaches the action to the stock.

Needless to say I wasn't happy, and have never bought another Sako or synthetic stocked rifle since.

 
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Guys, we all have "bad stories", when it comes to firearms - I don't want to be the debbie downer or boot licker here - But I think maybe we may want to take into consideration the image we may be painting ourselves with (publically) by sharing such stories here.

Just my 2 cents. Good luck with the draw.
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I figure with the horror/bad/dangerous stories listed here already I thought I'd not share my horror/bad/dangerous stories!

I will instead detail a bunch of the funny, close encounter, dumb luck ones...

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Taxidermy is Excellent
When the Expo centre was first built at Northlands I believe they had an outdoors show or the Huntfest there that year. I decided to take my parents to the show as a gift. When we arrived there were many halls of stuff to see, but in the hallways outside the event (before you had to have tickets to get into the halls) there was a table set up for a Birds of Prey rescue and rehabilitation center: they had displays including some excellent taxidermy (birds that came in too hurt and they could not save, and so forth) and generally were trying to get donations as well as educate the public. On the table was two identical perches with two identical owls looking in the identical direction, out yonder down the hallway.
My mom bent over to look very closely at the owls and said something like, "Wow, these two are perfectly stuffed, you can hardly tell..." and then the owl on the left turned to her and hooted! My mom jumped and then froze in surprise as her finger was now in beak snapping distance. Luckily the owl just stopped moving once again to look like perfect taxidermy.
As it turned out the other was indeed stuffed and the display was intentional to show of the taxidermist's skill, along with the amazement at the stillness of an owl.
Occasionally when something scares one of us because it was not as expected, we call it "being owl-ed".

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Animal Affinity
I was wandering a section I got permission to hunt deer on every year, using a tactic of gently and slowly roving an area in late morning while deer started to bed for the mid-day: this often resulted in spotting deer and being able to harvest one if the right ### and species. The very day before on a separate plot of land I assisted with field dressing a deer harvested using that very technique by someone else. I decided to stop and eat a soft granola bar (no crunching!) for a moment, leaning on an old cut line brush/sod/dirt pile, and found myself the attention of a weasel! I tried to eat my snack, watch for any moving deer, and still keep an eye on the small white weasel scurrying about. It would be in the pile somewhere, poke its head out to see me, then go back in. This happened for some time until finally the weasel came out to sniff and rub on one of my boots, evidently smelling something stained on from the field dressing.
I decided I had to go when the weasel finally left my boot alone, about half hour longer lingering longer than I wanted. What occurred next was me moving over the next ridge to spot a very nice buck saunter into a thicket of buck brush and lay down, eventually allowing my hunting partner to harvest a very respectable 5x5 Mule Buck (heavy, robust, but young enough to be tasty!). It was dumb luck, fate or something that distracted me with the weasel long enough so that I did not spook the buck in the open because I did not have the proper tag for it myself.

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Traffic Jams
I have had close encounters with some of our smaller mammals in the woods. I was walking thick buck brush laced with thorns when I almost walked into a porcupine head on! The issue was the porcupine decided I was no threat and simply kept waddling towards me, while I had no where to go but over it or go back. I had a funny "hop skip" to clear that fat waddling ball of quills so I could get in the direction I had to go.
I did the very same thing in a pathway through the side of a pond while hunting. I found myself on a ridge of dry earth with deeper water (deep when your hunting boots are only water proof 6 inches) on each side... and one huge beaver in front of me. IT, once again, took the same stance as the porcupine. This time we both looked at each other like the characters in The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, both turned around and receded back the way we came.

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NSFW
So there is the very small group of use out on the farm with our M305/M1A platform rifles, most with simple battle sights, trying to give targets, a gong and (two 1/4lb for us each) binary targets a hard time. I can certainly confirm that the 4x4 ft piece of plywood the target was centered on was getting very blessed... err, I mean holy... full of holes. I don't know if the targets and the gong were lucky or what, but with our joking & chatting there wasn't much hitting them. The binary, however, had no luck at all: as soon as the first person hit one there was too much fun to be had! The issue was one friend (who must remain nameless) who could not seem to get his hits high enough to hit that small jug of reactive target. (no clue why he always aimed low: psychological? I don't know)
Closer to the end of the day his wife shows up for the BBQ we had planned, and of course got to hear all of the ragging, harassment and general abuse we had for him always missing the binary target too low. I kid you not, as he's trying to line up that target when his wife leans over and says loud enough the group could hear, "You get those in 5 rounds I swear I'll #### you so hard you won't walk." A hush fell on the group...





Three rounds. I kid you not.

I'm guessing the two binary targets were not the only... well, ahem... you know... that night.


That is what I can think of Kate...
 
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Today our once in a lifetime story happened to my boy.

We were out hunting on an old lease road that winds a bit thru the bush.
Location of this road will remain undisclosed because it is our favorite spot.
Anyhow we had gone to the lease and were on our way out.

a straight stretch that crosses a cut block , and about an 80degree left hand turn about 200 yards ahead of us there I spot deer on the outside of the right away(Pipeline)
My boy gets out of the truck and proceeded to identify the doe (we already knew it was a safe location for the shot)
He identified it as legal and was moving the crosshairs of his rifle to the shoulder for his shot.....when we hear a crack and see a puff of white ..it drops like a stone.

Seems the deer at the exact same time had 2 sets of crosshairs on it from 2 different spots on the road...
Half a second longer and it would a been my boys deer lol.

Never ever in all my years of hunting have I experienced this or even heard of it happening.

But today it happened to us
 
Not really funny but still makes me smile every time I think about it.

I was working for a small town fire department and late one night we got a call for a rural house fire. We roll up and the house is fully involved there's no going into this place it was an old farm house built who knows how long ago with solid hardwood. So we get the fire under control and the owner of the house rolls up an elderly widower I find out later on after talking to him for awhile find out he's from the same town as me and knew my grandpa (he saw my last name on my jacket).
He kept asking us if we found his fire safe and we said no and the inspectors need to come through first before we move anything out of the house. Over and over and over have you found my fire safe I need my fire safe finally we got the safe out for him and he opened it.
Now this guy must be in his 70's or 80's and a widower so I'm expecting pictures of his wife or land titles or something
He reaches in the safe and pulls out the most beautiful colt 1911 I've ever seen! Turns out it was his dad's and it was never fired and as a gun guy I laughed and said I thought it was pictures of your wife he looked at me and said I'm a bachelor now women love ponies.
To this day I'm surprised that pistol survived that fire and I still wonder what happened to him.
 
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My Uncle says so!
Was at a range and a young fellow sat down next to me and proceeded to load up his new to him rifle. He sent some rounds down range and no marks on the target. I was busy recording shots for load development and didn't pay much attention to him. He sent some more down range and we went to check targets and put up new ones and still nothing on paper for him. I watched him for a bit as he sent some more bullets down range. I couldn't see impacts down range. So he had started on his second box of 20 rounds and I asked what he was shooting. He replied the gun came from his uncle and he was shooting some 270 cal Federal gamekings through it. The gun looked like some british military piece so I asked if it was a 30-06. No he replied it is a 270 because his uncle says so. After all 40 rounds were shot I again asked if it is another caliber, having not seen any impact down at the 100 yard target. No he replied. I walked over and took one of my 270 spent cases and after proving his gun was unloaded stuck it in the end of the barrel and rattled it around. Didn't matter if it had a .308 cal hole it was still a 270 because his uncle said so. OK
 
I took a pretty little lady to the rifle range to introduce her to guns, specifically the 10/22.
It was our fourth or fifth date...but I had dinner with her family on the last date and met her parents and two sisters.
We drove up to the range, and it's busier then hell but we got a booth next two a guy shooting some big bore revolver, and the other guy was shooting a mare's leg which was just as loud.

I gave the quick run down of safety (keep it pointed down range, assume its loaded when you pick it up, finger off the trigger, this is how you look down the sights, showed her how to hold the rifle(and yes I got behind her, held her close), bla bla bla). She sat at the bench, I loaded up a magazine, she got it in the magwell, cycled the action, safety, and started shooting.

At this point I'm worrying about the guy to the left and the guy to the right, and all the other #### that goes on at a range, and making sure she's keeping it pointed down range, she's plinking away, and then something happened to the rifle.

I snap back to attention and say "OK, keep it pointed down range and grab that lever, and cycle the jammed round out *she gets the jammed round comes out* Ok and doing good, keep it pointed down range ...and I'm sorry I forgot your name but I know your sisters name is {insert older sisters name here}"

She slowly turned her head to me and said quite sternly with the death glare "I'm holding a loaded rifle and you said my sisters name?"

"ah dammit..."

Date night ended pretty short after that.




She stuck through though and we got married a month and a half ago. And yes, this was in the best mans speech. New wife can confirm story.
 
my mother and father were invited to a duck hunting club in Ontario by an old friend whom they had never hunted with before. This club owns over 800 acres of prime farmland that they flood every fall after harvest, leading to thousands of ducks flying in at a time. My mom was the first women given the honour of shooting at that club, and as a testament to it, my parents friend told my mom she could take the first shot. After she downed 3 ducks in a row with no cripples before he got one, he remarked that she really knew how to shoot. Later that day the game warden remarked that she shot better than most of the men at the club. This must have offended the pride of many of the men, as they reinstituted their no women policy after being outshot by my mom!
 
So about 19 or 20 years ago.....in a small village of about 400 in East Central Alberta, there was a couple of 15/16 yr olds who were enjoying the end of summer and chilling out before the start of school.

It was a weekend like most others, however we had decided that weekend to spice things up a bit. We decided to play our own rendition of the hunter becomes the hunted. You see my folks owned about 10 acres of fairly wooded land right on the edge of the village, so it was a prime location.

All the guys in the group, went home and retrieved their trusty pellet guns. The rules seemed pretty simple. Only flt head pellets were allowed, and no shooting above the shoulders. (at the time it seemed like a safe solution to losing an eye)

So every man for himself, we set off into the bush and after 5 or so minutes, the games begun. After about an hour of uneventful play (no one left their hiding spots as they were waiting for someone else to spring the trap on) we hollered out to bring it in.

As we were waiting for everyone to get back in, word must have got out around the village as to what we were doing, as more of the guys showed up. Most to just see what was going on. We had quite a group there now. One of the guys that came figured we could create a new game of "turn or burn". This game entailed of one individual with the pellet gun, and the other stars running from him out to a set point (about 20 yard away) then the person either dekes left or right. The shooter has a 50/50 chance of getting it right. Once hit, you return and take up the position of the shooter.

Well this lasted quite a few rounds with no one being hit. One of the guys brought his smaller brother (about 14 yrs old) and he was shooting his mouth off about how much everyone sucked at shooting. We offered to let him have a chance at running away if we sucked so bad. He scoffed at us and said it would be a breeze. Just at that time, one of the other guys in the group, who had been to England for shooting competitions, had taken the podium on the pellet gun. As this poor soul started to run away, our prized shooter decided to learn the younger brother on the effects of running the mouth. He got down in the prone position and took aim. He was intensily focused and the group became very quiet. You could almost anticipate what was about to happen. It all seemed very surreal and in slow motion as he put one right on the guys keister about 1 step before he was supposed to turn.

Well the lad went for a tumble ass over tea kettle, he was rolling around on the ground squealing like a wounded rabbit and holding his poor ass cheek like he had been mortally wounded. Everyone on the mound was gasping for air as they were in full roar of laughter, even the older brother. After what felt like 10 minutes he got up, very humbled and we all had a good laugh over it, including the poor chap. We all went home after and thought nothing more of it.

2 days later......

I am out back with mr shooter himself and we are working on a fort out back. It is starting to get near supper so he heads home. I come in the house and am greeted by my father. You see my father was ex-military of 25 years, airborne regiment. He was also an auxillary RCMP at the time. I am greeted with him asking me why his fellow officers are calling him about me shooting another teen down the street. Of course he knows the family of the boy. I try to explain what happened, but to no avail. I was forced to give up the comrades involved, and then I was also forced to phone all of them, and have them tell their folks what had happened as well.

When the dust had settled, everyone there that day was grounded/punished except for Mr. Sniper. For some reason, his family saw it fitting to have him promise to never shoot anyone again and he was done.

Needless to say......there were no more pellet guns allowed in the back 40 without supervision again.

Later.......

We find out that the reason the RCMP were called, is because the mother of the guy who was shot saw the bruise and called them. When asked how his mother saw a bruise on his bare butt cheek......his answer was "she saw it when I got out of the shower and was streaking to my room"

Moral of the story.........streaking does no one any favors.
 
I doubt it's a winner but it will always stick in my head. Growing up I had a particular uncle that is really creative when it comes to teaching lessons. We were out at a local 4x4 camping site when I was no more than 11 years old when he brought out his semi auto 12 gauge. He had received it as a birthday gift and was eager to try it out. My cousins and myself all young and eager to try the big gun started bugging the crap outta him for a turn. He kept telling us we would have a turn and to stop bugging him while he was learning his new firearm. Needless to say I didn't listen, a 12 gauge with bird shot doesn't kick that much and I wasn't worried about it but he kept telling me I would regret it if I didn't leave him alone. Good luck trying to tell a11 year old boy to wait, well he finally relented and loaded up the semi auto with shells, talked me through how to aim and how to work the safety and let me have my turn. It held 5 shells and I was shooting at drift wood in the river and all was well until the 5th shot when I discovered he loaded a slug. He told me I would regret it and I did. My young shoulder hurt for days after that, lesson learned. Now I always wait my turn, and never harass him anymore.
 
Guy in the woods

A few years ago i was rabbit hunting near Halifax Nova Scotia. I was about 5 to km from anything and i was hunting near a march/bog type area so not the place you want to be if your not dressed right. As i come around a cospe of trees there is this guy sitting on top of a large rock in a buisness suit briefcase and all. So being the guy that i am i ask him " what time is it? " and he looks at the sun and tells me its "quarter past two". I then smile and nod and then just walk away. The oddest thing i even seen in the woods.
 
My name is Christopher and I'm an ammoholic! I guess it all started when I was a kid sneaked a box here beged box there,back then (they would sell to a kid!) sporting store and clothing store all under the same roof . New clothes for school "part of the deal was ,I had to stay with Mom for the clothes and maybe if I was" good "I could go to look at the guns!yep !that's okay! hold still !! not that color! is it big enough? pay attention !listen to !me dance .Couldn't be over fast enough .Then the speech ,you go over there ,only there and stay there! till I come and get you do not touch anything !yea yea yea!!!! then before I could make good my escape mom for the first time sliped me a buck fifty. I was gone ,I can still hear my sneakers squeak as my runners screamed for traction through the endless racks of clothes shortcut through the underwear and I was there .Nirvana! What to oogle first ? Long guns ,handguns, bows and arrows ,traps or hunting clothes? the cool stuff ,the red plaid felt jackets them green hats you peel the top over to the blaze orange ,than OH! GOD ! Ammo! Dominion boxes piled neatly on the shelves (yes there were others to be discovered later ) but for now that's what I wanted the stuff of dreams !(that's what pop used )the big boys first 30/ 30, 30 odd 6, 308 ,8mm? 577,577 /450 ,44/40 ,38/40( dads Marlin )Then last but not least the 22's didn't understand the grains stuff ?( that was for chickens )hollow points jacketed(in copper )that's what fuels my desires visions of how they must be better than ordinary lead (all I had shot to date )daydream ,snapback to reality mom's hand on my shoulder And the buck 99 price don't know how? but she just turned to the clerk and asked if he had any broken or damaged boxes of twenty two's ?He turned around and put down a box on the counter she looked at it for a minute,Grabed it!( the box) turned to me and said pay the man! She put them in her handbag and we left . Not peep out of me all the way to the car ,got in ( right side of the backseat) my place , she turned to give me the box ,no speech or nothing !this was a trap !I was still stuned ,what just happened? Hey! stupid snap out of it ! you got 22 ammo !No way!! COPPER! HOLLOW POINTS!! I could hardly contain myself ! I have been chasing that buzz ever since !I Love you mom !
 
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Years a go I went to a machine gun shoot in the state of Maine ( The Harum Maximum shoot) any way, got to see some very neet and interesting fire arms.I was on the fire line getting ready to let rip when my vender/ renter stopped me and pulled me back off the line, after I made safe I turned to see what was the problem, he was smirking and gave a nod/ glance towards a another shooter on the line ( just beside me). He was holding a Vietnam area ( us) grenade launcher, there were two other men with him. They were explaining how to hold to lob the shell( about 250 feet away) at the target. He opened the break action ,one of the men sliped in the shell/ grenade ( a blue plastic chalk marker round) both of the men helped him close it and they allso pointed him and got him braced and ready to shoot. All the while this was going on there were more people watching this show unfold. The line had slowly backed up. The line master called the line hot! And fire at will! I can still see him rock back and forth spreading his feet and getting in to the stock, there was a bang! And a great puff/ cloud of bright orange chalk. Everyone just broke out in laughter! He lowered the gun in one hand and turned towards the back of the line he was covered in Orange people all most all stopped laughing then he removed his eye protection, we all laughed so hard they closed the line for 15 min. His two buddies had set him up with a cracked shell/cup, my hat that I was Wearing that day It still has traces of the orange chalk to this day!
 
One of my child hood friends went hunting with his father in law and three or four others ( private land) .They all had their own tree cash/ area. Snow had fallen the day before( 3 inches) my friend was on his way out of the bush when he met up with one of the others, they were walking they look up and low a behold there's a yearling moose not 20 feet away in the trail out! While they were watching it they hear a Mone and the thud of Hoofs behind them! Moma! Moose! She was coming at them and she wasn't happy! They both started to run towards the nearest big tree. Well! They got chased around that tree 5 or 6 times before she stopped chasing them and stopped. They started to yell and shooting there guns! ( in the air, it was dear season). Well all the others heard this ruckus and came running, when they got there, they found them lying under the tree completely winded! The moose and yonge one had left by now. It took 20 minutes before they could explain what happened. All around the tree was all spun up from the race! And they had shot their guns dry. There was a trail of their equipment that they had lost in the chase ( they found most of it). When the story is retold now , we all laugh and say it was a good thing that it wasn't bow season!! LOL!!Laugh2
 
The head mechanic at work was hunting on one of his friends farm. He had noticed some one else was use his trails and bate pile( apple's) so early on the last day he brings in a stuffed dear head and hangs it on a tree that you can only see from where this guy was sitting. The mecano even tyed fishing line to it( the head) then he hunkered down and weighted for him to come. Shure enough this guy showed up 15 past sun up,( all filmed) he gets to where he sets and he looks over, he freezes all the while never looking away gets his gun loads it. The head starts to move! You can see him shake! Calmes down and shoots! Looks up off his rifle?? The head move's again! Bang! Still nothing! By this time the mecano his is just dying trying not to laugh. Pulls the line again. The guy shoots two times and starts to run to it! The mecano stands up and starts yelling at him. The guy was so shook he just turned and ran! Left his lunch box ,Ammo and a soda! Never did find out who it was but he never came back!:popCorn:
 
I was deer hunting in Western MB about 5 years ago, looking for my second deer. I had purchased a Hawken .54 flintlock muzzle loader that I used for muzzle loading season, and had got my first deer the year before with it. My friends poked fun at me, showing off their fancy modern muzzle loaders complete with pricey optics and sophisticated projectiles. I was proud of my flint lock and 1700's technology.

Anyway, my buddy was pushing some bush and I was standing by a clearing patiently waiting for a deer to come by. All of a sudden, a deer appeared at a trot and stopped about 20 yards in front of me, taking a pause and looking around. My heart was pounding at this point. I put the front sight on the deer and pressed the trigger. Clunk. Amid the sparks, I patiently waited for the powder in the pan to set off the main charge. After what seemed like an eternity, I realized the gun was not going to fire. Time slowed down and this deer turned his head and stared at me curiously. I slowly recocked the gun, reset the frizzen, and took aim. Clunk. Sparks..... .... nothing. S**t. Third time's a charm. The deer is still staring at me and I am half cursing at my rifle, half thinking about how comical this situation is. I reset the gun, checked that there was powder in the pan (which there was), and pressed the trigger again. Click. Sparks. Nothing.

At this point the deer is still staring at me. I repeated this process a couple more times. I finally gave up and just stared at the deer. We made eye contact, it seemed to acknowledge that I was done trying, turned, and took off.

I can't imagine how comical this whole scene would have been to someone watching. The deer was only 20 yards away the whole time and only left once I stopped trying to shoot it. And to top it off, the gun fired on the second or third try once I got back to the truck.
 
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Back probably 18 years ago a friend and I went out on the quads pellet guns strapped to our backs looking for some gophers to shoot. We went to a pasture where we had experienced decent hunting before....well this day wasn't wasn't to good for seeing to much moving around. We walked along the side hill beside the river and decided to take a rest, 50 yards from where we were sitting we could see something moving behind a large mound of dirt, we both thought the same thing and started running back up the hill. My Dad told us to stay clear of badgers, said if we ever had one cornered it would tear our legs off, thinking that is what we saw we booked er. Once on the top of the hill we calmed down and resumed the hunt.....still not seeing anything to shoot at we decided to try shooting random things.....started out with picking a spot on a fence post and seeing who could get closest. Next is see a badger hole with a white Rock In the dirt in the side of the hole a few inches down from the surface, I asked my buddy if he could hit the rock. He took aim, me watching to see if he could actually hit it. What do you think we saw looking up at us mere inches from the rock? A flippin badger......well I never would have guessed that two young kids could have ever moved so fast. We ran to the quads, started them up and peeled out of the pasture as fast as the tires would spin. Being young and only armed with a couple of .177 pellet guns sure made for a scary experience. Years later I got my revenge on a badger......only problem was I ended up blowing a hole through the mirror arm on my dodge with my .22LR......to top it off two summers later I did it again. Now I have a black gorilla tape mirror arm, sometimes shooting from the cab isn't a good idea?
 
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