I was surrounded..... 5 angry deer all rutted up and out for blood..... No chance of escape and a 15 round shotgun plugged to 3 for hunting...... I thought back to my military training, but nothing, absolutely nothing helped prepare me for this.....
I thought to myself, what would Rambo do?.... And at that point I sprung into action.... I covered myself in mud and leaves and sank into a deep hole as they approached...... As they got to 50 or less yards (the effective range of my weapon), I sprung and brandished the firearm..... To my dismay, none of them broke off from the pack..... Suddenly I wished I had carried my trusty bow.... 6 in the quiver and one on the string would have put me at ease..... It appeared the massive plastic assembly of my shotgun resembled a nerf assembly and my enemy was unphased.....
I had a heightened sense of things like King Leonitus in 300..... Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead..... The moment stood still in time...... And then, clarity...... I did what any operator should do in my situation.... I soiled myself..... Knowing my enemy's heightened sense of smell and knowing that I had ate a traditional, yet tactical chili dinner the evening previous... This immediately caused two of my enemies to peel off and retreat.....
Now, I needed to improve my position (as an operator of course).... I booted for nearest cover, but quickly realized how slow you can move when you have soiled yourself without creating collateral damage.....
Against my better judgement I took a gamble and fired off a warning shot..... Only one enemy bought in and peeled off for the distance...... Leaving me with two angry foes and only two rounds left...... A proud 14 point B&C grade buck and a forkhorn who, as an adolescent, was likely too horny to peel off...... I had two tags, so terminating both enemies was a non issue, but would I have time to acquire both targets and execute a lethal discharge?.....
I chose the only option I had...... I pulled out my 8 dollar flea market survival knife, removed the compass That always pointed southwest and threw it, sticking it into a tree, causing the 4 matches, paperclip and aluminum branch saw to fall to the forest floor.... I raised my mighty less than 1/7 capacity weapon and fired, striking the knife mid slug and fragmenting it, driving each piece directly into both deer's vitals...... Killing them instantly..... My battle was over.....
In the aftermath, I unfortunately forgot to take pictures of the Boone and Crockett
14 pointer...... But here is a pic of the forkhorn..... Note the tactical John Deere shirt and Red Sox cap...... Tactical essentials....
Maybe one day...
I was surrounded..... 5 angry deer all rutted up and out for blood..... No chance of escape and a 15 round shotgun plugged to 3 for hunting...... I thought back to my military training, but nothing, absolutely nothing helped prepare me for this.....
I thought to myself, what would Rambo do?.... And at that point I sprung into action.... I covered myself in mud and leaves and sank into a deep hole as they approached...... As they got to 50 or less yards (the effective range of my weapon), I sprung and brandished the firearm..... To my dismay, none of them broke off from the pack..... Suddenly I wished I had carried my trusty bow.... 6 in the quiver and one on the string would have put me at ease..... It appeared the massive plastic assembly of my shotgun resembled a nerf assembly and my enemy was unphased.....
I had a heightened sense of things like King Leonitus in 300..... Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead..... The moment stood still in time...... And then, clarity...... I did what any operator should do in my situation.... I soiled myself..... Knowing my enemy's heightened sense of smell and knowing that I had ate a traditional, yet tactical chili dinner the evening previous... This immediately caused two of my enemies to peel off and retreat.....
Now, I needed to improve my position (as an operator of course).... I booted for nearest cover, but quickly realized how slow you can move when you have soiled yourself without creating collateral damage.....
Against my better judgement I took a gamble and fired off a warning shot..... Only one enemy bought in and peeled off for the distance...... Leaving me with two angry foes and only two rounds left...... A proud 14 point B&C grade buck and a forkhorn who, as an adolescent, was likely too horny to peel off...... I had two tags, so terminating both enemies was a non issue, but would I have time to acquire both targets and execute a lethal discharge?.....
I chose the only option I had...... I pulled out my 8 dollar flea market survival knife, removed the compass That always pointed southwest and threw it, sticking it into a tree, causing the 4 matches, paperclip and aluminum branch saw to fall to the forest floor.... I raised my mighty less than 1/7 capacity weapon and fired, striking the knife mid slug and fragmenting it, driving each piece directly into both deer's vitals...... Killing them instantly..... My battle was over.....
In the aftermath, I unfortunately forgot to take pictures of the Boone and Crockett
14 pointer...... But here is a pic of the forkhorn..... Note the tactical John Deere shirt and Red Sox cap...... Tactical essentials....
