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- Back in the Peace Country
da best ting you ave on da water is good woodsmanship say dis Newfoundlander!
Worst ting you can ave is neider beer!
Worst ting you can ave is neider beer!
As intense as it gets
- Thread starter walksalot
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Hotwheels81
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- South of GP
.....having 3x10rnd mag's fired into the mobile home i was inside of from 300yrd's away by my old step father when i was about 8yr's old....
he served 3? month's in correction's, 2yr's parol, 2yr's probation.... then they found his body in a ditch in Viking Alberta a few day's before i turned 18, the man and woman who where responsible got charged, she never served a day in jail i was told but her friend got a pretty good slap on the wrist...
i think they both deserve a medal... he was a waste of skin.
he served 3? month's in correction's, 2yr's parol, 2yr's probation.... then they found his body in a ditch in Viking Alberta a few day's before i turned 18, the man and woman who where responsible got charged, she never served a day in jail i was told but her friend got a pretty good slap on the wrist...
i think they both deserve a medal... he was a waste of skin.
I have been in the wood in a real bad wind storm, in November, and i really did not know if i would make it out, i put my head down and walked out tree tops were comming down every place, winds were strong enough i was loosing my ballance and with 200 foot maple trees being up rooted, i knew i was in big trouble.
That is about as nervous as i have ever been in any situation, and the thing was i was only 1 mile away from home!
The other was in Dom Republic I was in the town of Hygeway, small village working! and there was a murder the night before, I had a loaded shot gun pointed at my head by the cops dorn there while i sat in the passanger seat of a car!
That is about as nervous as i have ever been in any situation, and the thing was i was only 1 mile away from home!
The other was in Dom Republic I was in the town of Hygeway, small village working! and there was a murder the night before, I had a loaded shot gun pointed at my head by the cops dorn there while i sat in the passanger seat of a car!
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blacksmithden
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
I've had two nerve racking experiences while hunting.
Had just shot at a deer and missed. My buddy and I were looking for blood and heard what sounded like somebody driving a half ton through the bush and it was getting closer. Waited there, and this damned full grown bull moose comes out of the trees at a fairly fast trott. It would have gone about 20 feet from us if my buddy hadn't yelled at it. It turned and walked to within 10 feet of us, stopped and checked us out. I had raised my gun at some point, and my buddy says "Don't shoot it!!!!" reminding me that they were out of season. Like I gave a crap at that point. They're just HUGE when you're looking UP at one!!! Thank God the rut was over because if it had decided to run us over, I don't think my 32 win spl would have done much to stop it before it got to us. I didn't know if there were any trees to get behind at arms length or not, and I sure as all heck wasn't taking my eyes off of it. "Pucker factor" of 10. I'm not embarassed to say that I was scared s***less. It stayed there just checking us out for what seemed like 2 or 3 minutes, but was actually probably more like 15 or 20 seconds, then turned to our right and buggered off into the trees at half the speed it was going before. I'm still convinced that it just came over to check out what all the noise was (me shooting at the deer). It sure wasn't being subtle about going through the bush. We started hearing it close to a minute before it got to us.
The other one.
Another buddy and I were out hunting partridge and we had just finished lunch. He was putting out the fire and I was loading my 1200 Winchester shotgun to his right and about 6 feet behind him, with my back to him. I turned around and did the right thing when moving the barrel past him, and made a very exaggerated swing, (nearly straight up) way over his head. The barrel now pointing well off to his left. I pumped the action to cycle a round into the chamber, and the damned thing went off. I had a firm grip on the stock, and my finger was nowhere near the trigger. It scared the hell out of both of us and he freaked out on me for a second, asking what the hell I was doing. We both settled down, and I must have pumped 100 rounds out of the magazine into the chamber of that thing trying to make it do it again, but it wouldn't. When I got it home, I knocked the pin out and pulled the guts out of the receiver and a small screw fell out. I could see where it went, put it back in with locktite, and hasn't hapened since. It's still makes me shiver to think what would have hapened if I had been a little less safe and was pointing it at his back...... yeesh!!!
Had just shot at a deer and missed. My buddy and I were looking for blood and heard what sounded like somebody driving a half ton through the bush and it was getting closer. Waited there, and this damned full grown bull moose comes out of the trees at a fairly fast trott. It would have gone about 20 feet from us if my buddy hadn't yelled at it. It turned and walked to within 10 feet of us, stopped and checked us out. I had raised my gun at some point, and my buddy says "Don't shoot it!!!!" reminding me that they were out of season. Like I gave a crap at that point. They're just HUGE when you're looking UP at one!!! Thank God the rut was over because if it had decided to run us over, I don't think my 32 win spl would have done much to stop it before it got to us. I didn't know if there were any trees to get behind at arms length or not, and I sure as all heck wasn't taking my eyes off of it. "Pucker factor" of 10. I'm not embarassed to say that I was scared s***less. It stayed there just checking us out for what seemed like 2 or 3 minutes, but was actually probably more like 15 or 20 seconds, then turned to our right and buggered off into the trees at half the speed it was going before. I'm still convinced that it just came over to check out what all the noise was (me shooting at the deer). It sure wasn't being subtle about going through the bush. We started hearing it close to a minute before it got to us.
The other one.
Another buddy and I were out hunting partridge and we had just finished lunch. He was putting out the fire and I was loading my 1200 Winchester shotgun to his right and about 6 feet behind him, with my back to him. I turned around and did the right thing when moving the barrel past him, and made a very exaggerated swing, (nearly straight up) way over his head. The barrel now pointing well off to his left. I pumped the action to cycle a round into the chamber, and the damned thing went off. I had a firm grip on the stock, and my finger was nowhere near the trigger. It scared the hell out of both of us and he freaked out on me for a second, asking what the hell I was doing. We both settled down, and I must have pumped 100 rounds out of the magazine into the chamber of that thing trying to make it do it again, but it wouldn't. When I got it home, I knocked the pin out and pulled the guts out of the receiver and a small screw fell out. I could see where it went, put it back in with locktite, and hasn't hapened since. It's still makes me shiver to think what would have hapened if I had been a little less safe and was pointing it at his back...... yeesh!!!
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