no way, man, that is such rubbish!

[JJHACK]

Elmer Keith:

"That bullet failed completely, it was a perfect heart shot and that bull ran a mile until we lost it."

Rubbish...... if they never found it how do they know it was a " perfect" heart shot? if it was a perfect heart shot how did it run a mile?

Hey Elmer...... it wasn't the bullet!

I love Elmer Keith, but this proves he is just as excitable with exaggeration as any one I have ever met!

 

[Dinosaur1]

Had a guy tell me one time he came out of his tent one morning and shot an elk in his under wear but I didn't believe it. No one I know makes under wear for elk.

 

[Flintknapper]

Dinosaur1 wrote:

Had a guy tell me one time he came out of his tent one morning and shot an elk in his under wear but I didn't believe it. No one I know makes under wear for elk.

Perhaps he meant the Elk was wearing 'HIS' underwear (the hunters)?

I'd shoot that thieving Elk too.

 

[JRH6856]

I love Elmer Keith, but this proves he is just as excitable with exaggeration as any one I have ever met!

I think Elmer may have had his tongue firmly planted in his cheek more often than anyone noticed.

 

[JRH6856]

I've had this called BS a lot by younger hunters: When I was a kid, a deer stand was a board nailed in the highest fork that would support it in the tallest tree in the area. And you had to climb the tree, not a ladder, to get to it. Maybe a second board as a footrest, but usually not. Maybe a board for a backrest, but usually not—just a board in the fork of a tall tree to sit on for 2-4 hours or until just before you got too numb to climb down (no propane heaters, either).

True story: When I was a kid, my cousin and I went fishing one fall morning. It was going to be a warm, sunny day and we knew there were a lot of cottonmouths in the area so we took my .410 single along just in case. Didn't catch anything or see a snake, but as we were walking along a dirt road back to the car, we saw a rabbit ahead of us. My cousin was carrying the .410 and he raised it to shoot. As he cocked the hammer, tihe rabbit took off and so did my cousin. I dropped the fishing gear and followed. The rabbit ran through an open gate into a vacant farm yard, ran by a corn crib and then turned back and to go under it. My cousin tired to stop but slipped down. As he fell, he held the gun up over his head. He is now on his back with his head towards the corn crib as the rabbit goes past him and under the crib. The rabbbit runs past the muzzle of the shotgun and my cousin pulls the trigger. i don't think he fired on purpose, just jerked the trigger accidentally as he hit the ground. We had to go into the crib and pull up some floor boards to get the rabbit that had been cleanly gutted by the point blank shot. Really, all we had to do was skin it and rinse it. There was no shot at all to pick our of the rabbit.

Now that we had one rabbit, we wanted more, so that afternoon we headed out to another place to hunt rabbit. Cousin had a 12ga single, I had my .410 and a .22. Driving down the road, a squirrel runs across and up a tree to the left. Cousin stops the car, jumps out with the 12ga and goes after the squirrel leaving me sitting in the car. OK, He is across the road, on the other side of the tree, trying to find the squirrel in the tree. The squirrel is on a limb about 15' up circling the limb as squirrels do. He circles so that I can see him so, sitting in the car, I raise the .22 for a shot. Now, I am left-handed and left-eyed and I'm trying to shoot out the driver's window right handed. I miss the squirrel completely but startle him so much that he jumps or falls off the branch...which startles my cousin so much that he fires the 12ga, He misses the squirrel but hits the branch which was rotten and brittle enough that it breaks off the tree, but still solid enough to stun the squirrel as they both hit the ground, the branch on top of the squirrel. Cousin killed the squirrel with a pocket knife. Didn't have to pick any shot out of the squirrel, either. We got 2 more rabbits (uneventfully) and had a pretty good dinner that night.

 

[3212]

50 plus years ago I was hunting small game with a friend.We borrowed his dads station wagon,took the beagle and drove to a favorite spot.I forget what we harvested that saturday afternoon.On the drive home that evening a skunk crossed the road.My buddy jumped out with his gun and left the door open,the dog followed.Well,the dog got to the skunk first,got sprayed and ran back and jumped in the car.My buddy shot the skunk and came back.the dog was crying and rubbing its head all over the seats.We kicked the dog out and he followed us as we slowly drove home.The family was out for the evening. My buddy said "My sisters perfume will take care of it."(WRONG)That car sat in a farm shed for over a year while they tried everything to kill the smell.I really pitied that dog.

 

[Russian Hammer]

Most absurd story I've ever been told was by a guy who claimed to have killed a deer at 1300 yards with a .223 rifle with a tasco mounted on it and a bipod put on backwards. He also claimed to have been given some sort of award for making that shot. Same gun he used for bear hunting too, never seen him get a bear.

 

[hartcreek]

My first bear. I had been placer mining in an area and had a small cabin set up. The local hunters had been complaining about a pest bear. The bear had been coming into their camps and raiding their garbage as they were to lazy to dig a hole and bury it or burn it or pack it out. They had been using their dogs to chase the bear out of camp.

I had a nice eight foot square cabin set up but had been to busy over the weeks mining to get a proper out house set up. I had a log set up that I had been using. It had been a custom to carry my lantern, side arm and shovel with me when I had to make a nightly visit. My shovel was one of those Razor Backs. When the Razor Backs came out they still had a wooden handle but a reinforced edge and mine was razor sharp so I could use it to cut through tree roots when I was scraping out gravel instead of using a hatchet.

One night after an exceedingly hard day of placer mining I was very tired and decided to make my visit to the log with just my lantern, shovel and paper.

Well wouldn't you know it but it was that night that that pesky bear decided to give me a visit. I was out visiting my log about half done with my business when crashin though the brush came this pest. I intersepted him with my Razor Back shovel right under the chin........

He sure had a nice pelt and it looked great on top of the coffee table until a gal that I was "seeing" decided that it would look better at her place.