How I used my new box of shells

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"HOW I USED MY NEW BOX OF SHELLS"

Shot # 1 Missed target completely at 100 yards. Rifle needed sighting in.

Shot # 2 Hit target in lower right-hand corner--from 10 yards.

Shot # 3 Bull's-eye--after getting rifle back from gunsmith who sighted it in.

Shot # 4 Accidentally pulled trigger while loading rifle in vehicle, will repair transmission when I get home.

Shot # 5 Fired into air to signal start of drive. Fined $200 by game warden for killing a turkey.

Shot # 6 The excitement of seeing my first deer caused me to fire before rifle was to my shoulder-- I only had to replace left boot.

Shot # 7 Missed deer completely, not so sure about cow across the field.

Shot # 8 To clean mud from barrel after falling over cliff while being chased by farmer. Now I'm sure about cow.

Shot # 9 Slipped and fell while crossing stream. Buddy says I'll have to replace his hunting cap and also pay for having his underwear washed.

Shot # 10 Forgot can opener. Opened a can of pork and beans. The few beans that were left tasted too much like gunpowder to eat them.

Shot # 11 Shot too low at deer, glanced off rock and wounded a chipmunk.

Shot # 12 Finished off wounded chipmunk.

Shot # 13 Checked scope again, hit big bucket hanging on pole. Hope people get electricity back soon.

Shot # 14 At deer moving through brush, I'd never heard some of the words that it used.

Shot # 15 To check scope again after being hit on the head with my own rifle.

Shot # 16 Knocked buck down but didn't go to claim it when game warden tried to arrest a nearby hunter for killing a doe.

Shot # 17 Gun accidentally fired while dragging it under fence. Have to replace right boot now.

Shot # 18 Won a $1.00 bet from buddy who said I couldn't hit a junked car on other hill. Hot radiators sure do make a lot of steam.

Shot # 19 Killed running buck with 3-inch spike at 625 yards. It takes skill to be a good hunter.

Shot # 20 Save till I get home and use it on a mouse in my pantry.





Just got this from dad :D. Things redneck GOB's(good old boys) will email ya :D
 
you know i never realized there was a hunting section :D. not that dad nor i are hunters.....just stuff he sends me from time to time.

have thought about taking up some hunting tho....
 
:D
Takes all kinds...
Fellow shows up at the range, gets out of a high dollar ride, dressed to the nines looking down his nose at everybody and everything. Can't tell him anything --he knows it all--ask him. He is going to deer hunt with this here pistol the gun mag said was the whompin' stompin' do all.

So my buddy and I makes sure about range safety and all, handle the gun and he asks us to load her up :scrutiny: Okaaaay while he gets his fancy shootin' gloves on. He is set to go, all he has to do is point downrange and shoot. Nothing...wait...grunt...we look at each other suppress snickerin'...he has a death grip and squeezing so hard we can see the knuckles whitening...nothing. "Well just great this gun is broke"

I saunter over," lets see" THUMBED back the hammer pulled trigger and Boom! Target has a hole, my BB is shaking with laughter...ended up unloading gun and the fellow kinda took off.

Somewhere out there is a Blackhawk in 44 mag with one round through it and a new box of shells-minus-one :D
 
Way, way back in the mists of time, I was trying to be a mighty deer hunter. I was enjoying the frost in a tree stand in my grandfather's woods, when I saw a buck. Just before I went to shoot it, "A shot rang out, and the deer fell."

Mr. Abercrombie & Fitch climbed over the boundary fence into our woods. He walked to the buck. He leaned his rifle against a tree. He looked at the deer. He decided he oughta field dress it. He pulled out a Bowie Knife about the size of Blackbeard's cutlass and made a tentative poke.

That roused the wounded deer, who immediately practiced not being there any longer.

The last I saw of Mr. A&F, he was bounding along through the woods, waving his knife and screaming, "Stop! Stop!" Can you imagine the difficulty in descending from a tree stand when you're about to wet your pants from laughing?

I came back the next day; the brand new, once-fired Model 94 was still there. Finders keepers, losers weepers...

:), Art
 
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