Who ever had a nightmare hunting partner.
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- In lalaland, that is Ottawa.
As for bad hunting partners, two of these guys snore so bad that we almost (almost) decided to pillow smother them.
The answer is easy. Give each of then a kiss as they are going to sleep. then have a good quiet sleep yourself. Thet won't dare to sleep, unless of course, yoo are a gal!
Seriously dude, you took off your boots? Has anyone else here resorted to this tactic? I applaud your dedication, but my boots always stay on.
I almost shot a 5x5 buck with my pants around my ankles, except I forgot my gun and brought a roll of sh#t tickets instead. Close enough?
Done it a few times when stalking up to an animal on gravel or other loud stuff.
Yep. Went into the treestand each day in socks because we knew the bear was living within ear shot and didn't want to make even a little noise.
That's happened to me also. Didn't take me long to get in the guy's face about it.
contaucreek
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On 2 occasions I have had model 94's pointed at me while levering cartridges out of them.
Internet or not, proper paragraphs and puntuation do make reading easier.
Miss Smith would have failed that essay.
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Brutus
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When I was in Moose Jaw a very good childhood friend and myself would often go gopher shooting together. He had a co-worker who was a kind of odd sort who asked to tag along after it was obvious we had productive trips.
Once the three of us were near a little town called Avonlea south of Moose Jaw. We get out of the vehicle and get ready to leave. This fella is always making an excuse to go off on his own (fine by us) and this day was no different. But I make it very clear we are not to hang around the horse corral and only shoot in the empty pasture away from the house and barn. We head our seperate ways.
About 10 minutes later we hear a shot near the barn/corral, and one of the owner's horses rears up and into the barbed wire fence, cutting itself. The moron shot where he was not supposed to. The righteously upset land owner promptly kicks us off his land. I had scouted out this property and had many safe/fun/productive days there until this idiot ruined it for us.
It was a very quiet trip home.
Fantastically enough we take the moron with us again, this time rabbit hunting. He said, he himself has arranged permission to hunt small game on a nice piece of private land near Crestwyn. This time he brings his beagle to push rabbits out of the bushes. Now the beagle is older and did not look particularly healthy. All the while we are hunting the poor dog is stopping kind of out of breath too often, for her efforts. I say to him, there is something wrong with your dog. He replies she's just lazy. Anyways a week later my close friend and I are talking, I mention his co-worker and his dog. Well the truth comes out now. Apparently this guy's wife insisted he bring the beagle to the vet to find out what is wrong after our trip.
After a while in the waiting room the vet reappears red faced. He says to moron the dog was put immediately into surgery for a stomach operation. He said the poor dog was so full of parasites and irreversible that he put her down immediately.
Seems the moron was too cheap to get regular shots for his dog before hunting her! This ended our association with him.
Same stupidity continues, this moron convinced other suckers to take him duck hunting as he had a black lab as well. In the heat of bird shooting some-one else accidently shoots his black lab in the face at distance. The guilty shooter offers vet bills paid for in full, no arguement. Moron declines offer and the black lab still had lead shot in her face. Hunt continues.
I hope he reads this. Thankfully this was long ago, and I hope he does not own any pets anymore.
Once the three of us were near a little town called Avonlea south of Moose Jaw. We get out of the vehicle and get ready to leave. This fella is always making an excuse to go off on his own (fine by us) and this day was no different. But I make it very clear we are not to hang around the horse corral and only shoot in the empty pasture away from the house and barn. We head our seperate ways.
About 10 minutes later we hear a shot near the barn/corral, and one of the owner's horses rears up and into the barbed wire fence, cutting itself. The moron shot where he was not supposed to. The righteously upset land owner promptly kicks us off his land. I had scouted out this property and had many safe/fun/productive days there until this idiot ruined it for us.
It was a very quiet trip home.
Fantastically enough we take the moron with us again, this time rabbit hunting. He said, he himself has arranged permission to hunt small game on a nice piece of private land near Crestwyn. This time he brings his beagle to push rabbits out of the bushes. Now the beagle is older and did not look particularly healthy. All the while we are hunting the poor dog is stopping kind of out of breath too often, for her efforts. I say to him, there is something wrong with your dog. He replies she's just lazy. Anyways a week later my close friend and I are talking, I mention his co-worker and his dog. Well the truth comes out now. Apparently this guy's wife insisted he bring the beagle to the vet to find out what is wrong after our trip.
After a while in the waiting room the vet reappears red faced. He says to moron the dog was put immediately into surgery for a stomach operation. He said the poor dog was so full of parasites and irreversible that he put her down immediately.
Seems the moron was too cheap to get regular shots for his dog before hunting her! This ended our association with him.
Same stupidity continues, this moron convinced other suckers to take him duck hunting as he had a black lab as well. In the heat of bird shooting some-one else accidently shoots his black lab in the face at distance. The guilty shooter offers vet bills paid for in full, no arguement. Moron declines offer and the black lab still had lead shot in her face. Hunt continues.
I hope he reads this. Thankfully this was long ago, and I hope he does not own any pets anymore.
