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You should hope it only happens once. Then again you will miss out on some funny stuff: As long as it doesn't kill you. Learn to laugh, life is serious enough without complicating what is supposed to be fun.

I also bet if someone said "get up that tree one of those great bucks you just saw some pictures of is coming along" you would be climbing like pro right now.

Battue

good point my man

Actually I thought they both had merit

Battue

Just wanted to throw out some coues that I have personally (yes, my FAT ASS) guided to. None were killed near a road. Most were MILES from the road. All of these deer were on outfitted/guided hunts. You tell me if the hunter was too fat to "waddle" the hills.

As already posted. 3 miles from nearest road. about 100 yards from the top of the canyon.



This is my first deer. About 4 miles from the nearest road. Packed out whole.


I killed this combo pretty close to the ranch house we were satying out. I only had to pack them about 3/4 if a mile. Fat [bleep]


Dad killed this buck about 120 yards from the very top of the mountain. Packed this one down the hill, and up the other side whole.


I sighed when I glassed this buck up for my client. As far and as high in the canyon as you could go. Cowboyed up and packed it out whole.. All 5 miles!... Showin off the Duovids... This buck was their first (of many) victim(s)!

I don't object to anyone's weight until it starts to screw up my hunt.

- case in point -

We had a rather hefty fellow pheasant hunting with us in Western Kansas once. We affectionately refer to him as everyone else did - fat jack.

Ole Jack walked a good couple of miles with us and then started breathing heavy. The next stint of field was only walked when you weren't seeing many birds - it's 1.75 miles across. Ole Jack said he'd block and drove around to the far side.

This I'm ok with - in fact I don't care if your old, hefty, or not.

The thing that pissed me off is that ole Jack ate ALL THE DAMN SANDWICH MEAT AND HALF A LOAF OF BREAD BY THE TIME WE WALKED TO THE TRUCKS / VAN.

That's right boys and girls - Ole jack ate my lunch and the lunch stuff I had brought for too other guys. He never got out of the "custom van" of his. Birds were flying over it as we watched from 1/4 mile away.

The funniest part was when we got up to the Van and found ole jack with a ham sandwich in his mouth and a porno tape playing.

Ah we still talk about ole jack yet today.

"The funniest part was when we got up to the Van and found ole jack with a ham sandwich in his mouth and a porno tape playing."


Dam man, now thats what I call hunting!!

Yeah, he was probably hunting for his......ah........nevermind.

Good guides are worth their price. Guides are needed in some instances like Alaska where out of stater's have to be guided on certain hunts. Or people wanting to hunt area's far from. But limited to. Ideally the hunter should still do his or her homework, try to be in as best shape as possiable, and know what they are doing.

Steelhead has it right about his thoughts on "Hookers".

Now high fence hunting is a whole nother ball game. I realize you have paying advertisors on here that are High fence companies. I will keep it at that is not my idea of what hunting is or should be. However as long as it is legal and that is what someone else wants to do then its not my place to say different.

When all is said and done it isn't your physical build that matters. Its your knowledge, tenacity, drive, abilities, and ethics that make you either a great, good, or less then desireable hunter in my opinion.