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Ok I take it back, you aren't a maroon looser..... you are the badger whisperer.... wait till momma bites yo azz.... don't mess with the honey badger

I woulda scheit my drawers. Snakes and me do not get along.
PS: On the photo posting. I found something that works. I ain't messing with that voodoo. Have you figured out how to post a GIF yet??

One of those 'Tanasi' elk that wandered over into Virginia:

LOL - use yer eyes and look down. Dem snekz'l get ya otherwise.

The aardvark and badgers are priceless.

Had a 4' racer sittin under the gas tank on my old 4 Trax, waited until I took off to move.
Was wearing shorts, it wrapped around my leg 2-3 times on it's way down.

It actually helped me get over my fear some.

Damn it Ren & you other fuggers, I gots ta get my arse off the couch !

Never have kilt anything !

Had to tell these two to get a room last summer:

But my tractor seat under the tarp ain't what I meant!

King snakes making little cold bluded snek killers.

I try not to get too far from the couch.

Wait one!!!


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Is that a pic of you huntin a 100 yards from the road?

hahaha

100ft...
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What is it about this thread that started yesterday with almost 17k hits in a little over 30 hrs.

Versus the stooopid Uketard thread that Burns started and Toot toot rubbing his clit on it are all proud of with its 67 k hits since 21 sept,????

It's the mutual hate many of us share for schitbyrd sockpuppets on 24 with this thread.....
Simple as that.....

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ya!

GWB

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Nothing like long arming a pig to make it look bigger…

I wanna gak a armadildo.
Seen another on the way home.
Things are getting pretty bold around here now
Used to see only dead 4 feet up in the air roadside
Last couple years seeing alot of em out during daylight.

Just a matter of time.

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Darn it. Almost got it right.

In my ‘hood. Someone turned out their pet pigs or it was the great escape!! My Airedale is about to go offt!

renegade;
Good afternoon sir, I hope that the day is behaving for you other than the lack of mobile protein targets of course.

I'm just in for a late lunch and thought I'd drop a couple photos in to keep the momentum up as it were.

When my wife and I landed here in BC there weren't a bunch of ladies who hunted so that was a bit of an uphill battle for her considering the crew we fell in with. On top of that, they were firm disciples, nay zealots better said, for Saint O'Connor in their love for .270's and especially Winchester .270's. When they found out she shot a Remington - 788 - in .308 that was close to the end of it for us as they hated and I do use that word with purpose here sir.

We'd just met the fellow with the sheep tag, who got me back into ice fishing and whose deer I'm tying onto Carly the Appy and he offered to come along with us hunting. Looking back now, it might have been that he was sent by "the group" to monitor how we performed....

Anyways we came to a big sagebrush bowl that looked promising, so I said I'd slip down a wee ways and see if I could haze anything in their direction, while they'd stop at a vantage point that had a good rest. Low and behold a couple two point mulies popped up out of the sage in front of me and in a spot maybe 175yds down the bowl from my wife and buddy.

Only the heads were protruding from the sage, so she turned and asked him where to aim and he pointed between his eyes.

According to him, and this is the foundation of her not only becoming accepted by our new friends but instant legend status, she shrugged, cheeked the rifle and drilled the buck.



I used to tease her that she missed dead center by at least ¼", but nobody else did renegade. After that when our older friends would rant about .308 shooters, they'd turn to me and say, "That don't include your wife of course, 'cause she can shoot!"

Here's the Columbia Blacktail that came home in the trunk of an '82 200SX



Folks ask me how young the girls were when I started them into meat cutting and hunting.

I usually say, "Fairly, why?" That's my late Dad beside me.



Hunting too of course.



That led to this then...



The daughter on the right is the one who still hunts with me and is in the photo from before her wedding.

Anyways, these aren't recent and do violate the specific instructions of your thread, but perhaps hopefully not the spirit of it?

All the best.

Dwayne