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Chased a bighorn sheep for almost a month.. finally found him on the top of a mtn. and left to climb at 9am. Got to the top of the mtn. around 3pm and he was on the other side in a drainage, made a decision to go for it. Got him on the ground around 6pm. Didn't get back to the truck until 3:30am the next day.
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Tamrah took me deer hunting on Christmas day. She was my guide because I had never been deer hunting before. Deers come up and she says(whisper) mom get ready, I start to shake (whisper)how do I hold the gun I'm shaking(whisper) mom just get it up there and get ready to shoot.Gun shaking (whisper) mom!SHOOT!!! so I shot. 9 point YEA!!!!!!!!!YEA!!!!!!Shuuuuuuu MOM!!!!!Best Christmas day ever. I had a really Great Guide ( TAMRAH and she is a HUNTIN' HOTTIE)
ReplyDeleteHey Steve! I've got a lifetime of adventures and misadventures I could recount, but if it has to be from last year, then here's a link to my Hardcore Huntin' story from 2010 in The Patagonia Journal! Luv the music; can't wait to swap more stories in NM! Memo.
ReplyDeleteGreat stuff everyone! Can't wait to see you in NM Memo!
ReplyDeleteHey Steve, this story can't be in the contest because it didn't happen last year, but I think you'll get a kick out of it. Several years ago, I was hunting with your buddy Curtis, during WV gun season. Opening day, I got a really nice buck, while hunting in one of Curtis' favorite spots! Now, Curtis is a great guy, but a world renown whiner! Killing a big buck in his spot was not going to make for a great season. So, the following day, after an uneventful morning, I volunteered to make a push through a thicket towards Curtis' stand. Sure enough, he downed a good buck. As I stood at the bottom of the tree, Curtis had unloaded his rifle and was tying it onto the lift line. I heard Curtis go "OH". The next thing I knew, I got slammed on the top of the head. It felt like a frieght train. It was Curtis' rifle. He had dropped it about 16 feet from the tree stand. The back of the scope dug into the top of my head!. There was blood everywhere. I held my cap in place until the bleeding slowed. We then dressed the deer and got it out to the top of the mountain. After we got the deer dressed and tagged, I thought, VA seson is in just on the East side of this mountain. I suggested that we do another push on the other side and see if we could get another deer, since this was Curtis' last day to hunt for the season. Curtis agreed, then reached for my cap to exmine my wound. Lets just say I politely advised him not to remove my cap since it was the only thing stopping the blood flow! Then, to add insult to injury, Curtis says, "Can you shoot my rifle? You might have knocked it off". So, I did, it was OK. Twenty minutes later we were heading off the mountain with Curtis' two deer. One from the WV side, one from the VA side. I could feel every heartbeat in the top of my head, but it was worth it to know Curtis wouldn't pout, as much, for the rest of the year, about me killing the big buck in "his" spot!
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ReplyDeleteI tink dis can be told now that the statue of lamentations has passed. Bout humpteen yrs ago, me and my old Bud Steve went on one of dem special spring goose hunt. He had just got one of dem newfangled binelli pumpguns from da MOJO folks. We was workin for 'em makin spinners and talkin to yall about huntin with da new fangled moterized decoys. I was still shootin oltimy browning A-5,,,we had da plugs out and went down on LA hwy 15 on big lease one of our compadras had. We chased the blame #^^&$$%^* white sky carp all mornin. We decided to give up creepin in de rice canals after I killed the biggest cottonmouth in Louisiana.. We got in da Bronco and started out. We drove by the only flooded hole on the farm and the dumb white and blues just set there. I got out and blasted a round into'em,, needless to say we spent an hour wadin up crips.We picked up 4 or so. Steve made his way back to the bronco and drove over to where the big bunch had landed.I stayed at the water to see if any would come back. I heard him blastin away, the bunch flew over me and lit in the next field that was a layout for the year. Steve got back and had a couple more. I loaded back in the lil ford and we head to the dry field at 50 mile an hr. Drove right up in the middle of the dumb thangs and let the stell fly 10 shots later we had more than we wanted to clean, after we picked everything up ,,24 in all. We had the best grilled goose fajitas. LA. style that night. I think there is a song somewhere called the goose rodeo.. killed a many one of 'em since,, none as fun as this,,,,KILL'em ALL
ReplyDeleteI plead the 5th Mallard Caller! LOL
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