Savage30L
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I didn't think about that....it has 176,000 miles on it, I guess it's time for another. I've gotten 20, almost 21 good years out of it.No, the universe obviously hates your truck.
I didn't think about that....it has 176,000 miles on it, I guess it's time for another. I've gotten 20, almost 21 good years out of it.No, the universe obviously hates your truck.
Can you get a picture of that dog??This didn't happen actually while hunting, nor did it happen to me (fortunately!), but it's relevant enough for me to post here.
Back nearly 20 years ago, I was a regular poster on a waterfowl hunting board. Another member posted a new thread, desperately seeking advice on how to remove dye from his hunting dog.
He had a yellow lab. He had a camo vest for the lab, but the portions of the dog not covered by the vest, to his eye, stood out like a sore thumb in the blind. So, he had the bright idea of camo-ing his dog. He bought several appropriate colors of RIT dye (olive, brown, black), put the vest on the dog, and camoed the parts of the dog that stuck out. Then, his wife came home, took one look at the dog, and hit the ceiling. She threatened the man with a fate worse than death if he did not un-camo the dog ASAP. Hence his plea for help.
The way he wrote the post made it even funnier than it sounds here...he seemed like such a clueless individual. I laughed so hard my ribs and stomach muscles hurt.....and, apparently, so did everyone else who read that thread. It stayed active for years as new members discovered it and wouldn't let the hapless fellow live it down.....He had already put the dog in a kiddie pool and scrubbed it with Oxy-Clean (over the vigorous objections of the dog), with no luck....
Many of us urged the O.P. to post a picture, but he refused sheepishly. As far as I know no picture exists.Can you get a picture of that dog??
Here's another "needle in a haystack" (from fishing, not hunting): back in 97, I was fishing 25 miles offshore, out of Winyah Bay, SC, with my good friend and saltwater fishing mentor, Dr. Eric Heiden. We saw something floating in the water, and as it drifted closer to us, he recognized it as his wood-handled gaff, that someone had accidentally dropped overboard, a week before!!Back in the day I used to deer hunt with my dad and a couple of guys that I worked with. We hunted opening day and every Saturday during the season. One year, I shot a buck on opening day with the right antler broken off. Oh well, like they say: "horns make thin soup".
I went along the following Saturday to push for the other guys. I was busting my way through a thicket and stopped to rest. It was so thick that I couldn't stand fully erect so was kind of bent over. As I was catching my breath, I saw a tip of a horn sticking up through the leaves. I picked it up, and it was the broken horn from my buck! Talk about a needle in a haystack!
Note to Retired USNChief: the fellow in question had an important job in quality control, building nuclear-capable USN submarines.....
Great story!This wasn't really funny, but was surprising. Now you have to realize I was raised by my grandparents on a 500 acre farm and grandpa didn't give a rip about deer season. If we needed meat, he sent me out to get a deer or whatever. Well I was about 14 and one foggy moming just before daybreak, I took his old Winchester 30-30 and walked into a bottom field and sat for a while. Fog was about 4' off the ground at daylight but it was slowly lifting. After a few hrs I still hadn't seen anything, so about 9 or 10ish I start heading up out of the field. As I near the top the ridge where the trail turns into the woods, the fog is about 2' off the ground. About 50yds away where this dirt lane enters the woods, a 6pt buck has his head down eating Honeysuckle in the fence row. I pulled the hammer back and could have dropped him right there but he started to raise his head so I froze. If you've ever watched deer, they usually wag thier tail just as they are about to raise thier head. So I decided to see how close I could get and start creeping towards him. Every time the tail moves I freeze. So I get within about 30yds and the fog has now lifted and he spots me. I am frozen with a good cheek weld, hammer back, finger on the trigger with a bead dead on him, and he starts heading towards me. He gets a few feet away from the end of my gun and just stands there moving his head slightly and flipping his ears back and forth. He gets so close I could have taken one step and hit him in the nose with the muzzle. We stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity and my arms were about to fall off. I just couldn't pull the trigger. Something was just wrong about shooting him between the eyes at that distance, there was no sport in it. He finally lost interest and walked off across the field as I watched. Wish I had it on video.