Bigjake
Member
Let me start by saying this thread has no real point, I just wanted to post what happened to me because i find it amusing.
I was sitting in my sideyard talking to a gal on my cell and enjoying an early summer evening. Across the street, theres about 40 acres of soybeans. Enter mister woodchuck. I see the little sucker sneak out of the high grass and into the patch of tender, baby soybeans (think 3in or so high).
Not wanting the little bastard to have his way with my crop, I head back into the house and grab my trusty bushmaster 20" HBAR (the .22-250 would've been overkill given the 80 yd distance).
Still on the phone (this gal is a cutey and I'm not about to let a little ol' woodchuck ruin a possible date for later on this weekend). I walk across the road (2 lane, State route, rural area). I creep through the high grass a bit and lay out on my belly. I charge the rifle, and find Mr. Woodchuck in my peep site, tell the gal on the phone to hold a moment, and dispatch his furry little bean raiding ass to the big chuck hole in the sky. No big deal.
Then, as i get up, remove my earplugs and resume convo on the phone, i see a guy turn around at the neighbors, and cruise back over to the side of the road to wait for me.
What greets me, is a big, fat, hairy SOB on a beat up goldwing. the exchange goes as follows, verbatim:
Bike guy "Thats real good on the ears"
Me: "come again?"
Biker guy: "you shooting that loud f***ing gun off next to the f***ing road"
Me: "Hey, I'm sorry,but I'm within my rights and plenty far off the road"
Biker guy: "F***in' ass****, I oughta shove that f***in' gun up your f****in ass!"
Me: "you should try it..."
Biker guy: "F*** You!", rides off.
(my girly friend type of person can verify the whole thing)
I've got a pretty ornery disposition, but this just amused me, I didn't even loose my cool. Some biker turns around and pulls over to threaten me (walking to the road with a friggin EBR), over some noise??
dude must have the biggest cajones around.
Like i said, no point to this thread, but i felt like sharing
NOTE*- I also ride, before you say anything to the tune of not knowing how he felt.
I was sitting in my sideyard talking to a gal on my cell and enjoying an early summer evening. Across the street, theres about 40 acres of soybeans. Enter mister woodchuck. I see the little sucker sneak out of the high grass and into the patch of tender, baby soybeans (think 3in or so high).
Not wanting the little bastard to have his way with my crop, I head back into the house and grab my trusty bushmaster 20" HBAR (the .22-250 would've been overkill given the 80 yd distance).
Still on the phone (this gal is a cutey and I'm not about to let a little ol' woodchuck ruin a possible date for later on this weekend). I walk across the road (2 lane, State route, rural area). I creep through the high grass a bit and lay out on my belly. I charge the rifle, and find Mr. Woodchuck in my peep site, tell the gal on the phone to hold a moment, and dispatch his furry little bean raiding ass to the big chuck hole in the sky. No big deal.
Then, as i get up, remove my earplugs and resume convo on the phone, i see a guy turn around at the neighbors, and cruise back over to the side of the road to wait for me.
What greets me, is a big, fat, hairy SOB on a beat up goldwing. the exchange goes as follows, verbatim:
Bike guy "Thats real good on the ears"
Me: "come again?"
Biker guy: "you shooting that loud f***ing gun off next to the f***ing road"
Me: "Hey, I'm sorry,but I'm within my rights and plenty far off the road"
Biker guy: "F***in' ass****, I oughta shove that f***in' gun up your f****in ass!"
Me: "you should try it..."
Biker guy: "F*** You!", rides off.
(my girly friend type of person can verify the whole thing)
I've got a pretty ornery disposition, but this just amused me, I didn't even loose my cool. Some biker turns around and pulls over to threaten me (walking to the road with a friggin EBR), over some noise??
dude must have the biggest cajones around.
Like i said, no point to this thread, but i felt like sharing
NOTE*- I also ride, before you say anything to the tune of not knowing how he felt.
