Home Forums Hunting & Shooting Hunter's Campfire 24 HCF Bar

I had this strange dream the other night that I wondered into a bar inhabited by the characters found here.

It was a very spacious place on the inside. Lodgepole pine construction, exposed beams, and a long bar along the rear wall. Plenty of animal mounts of the walls. One side had the African stuff and the other North American. I must have entered relatively early in the evening as there were only a scattered few at tables and, the not many bellied up to the bar yet.

RickBin was tending bar, having a conversation about the local micro brew with Pugs. "Campfire IPA" or some such thing. A large advert sign informed me that that Campfire IPA was "Barakastan's Finest Brew". Who was I to argue with such a claim? I ordered one & asked RickB if I could barter for my brew in Barakatstan. He insisted on cash.

I grabbed my brew and strolled around. The African corner looked interesting. Ingwe and Mule Deer talked while Jorge stared down the ample cleaveage of some Amazon blonde, oblivious his surroundings.

Isaac was hawking the video of his latest safari entitled "Bwana Don Does Maun". He still hadn't gotten his leopard.


I was getting hungry, and wanted to order some food. It seems BrotherBart was manning the grill. I figured chili was a safe bet.

As more people filed in, it turns out it was "Tequila Tuesday". 5 for 1 Resposado. RickB- that was a bad idea. Within 30 minutes all hell started to break loose.


By the time I got a refill on my brew, Bristoe and Derby Dude were about to be baptized in a vat of Bart's Chili. BC Brian was attempting to score with this ugly Neanderthal chick.

SteveNO had Maser by the neck, demonstrating why oxygen is essential for life forms.

Steelhead was trying to get the Gator game on the big screen for he and Mannlicher.

Jorge had stopped looking at boobs and was taking a swing at MoccasinJoe and Swampy. Ingwe had stripped dow to his leopard print thong and was doing a table dance. JJHACK was stuffing dollar bills in the said thong.

I awoke without knowing how the evening ended.

What happened after I left?

Gus walked in but everyone ignored him.

Big Stick's drinks were cut, and he was asked to leave.

Mr Lee walked in and struck up a feisty game of bridge then fell asleep.

And the fight was on!

Wow.... And thanks for including me... I think...

AKBushrat came in, opened his big mouth, and was promptly punched in it.

Actually T LEE walked in and everybody fell asleep!

Better yet, where in the he77 is Les and why aren't there any Lions games on or spiders in the room?

This reminds me of the progressive stories that we used to write here. A member named "Little Miss Deer" (or something like that) used to start them or coax somebody into starting one. We'd take turns writing a segement and it would just build. Naturally, they'd get disjointed and ridiculous, but some of them were funny.

IIRC, Shaman has got one rolling a time or two.

Jeff O and VAnimrod got into an argument about politics and Obabma in particular and had to be separated by the resident big guy and bouncer STXhunter before it went bloody. Woulda got realy ugly, and quicklike.

Winnie1300 came in and was surprised that he was allowed into a bar at age 17 but, this IS Africa where the legal drinking age is achieved when you can reach up to the bar and lay your money down. He was showing pictures of the ground squirrel he killed when Swapmama700 started to lecture him on shooting 'game' out of season whereupon several patrons took it upon themselves to escort 'Ol Swampy to the mens bathroon where he got a new "Swirly" hairdoo! (for those not in the know, a 'swirly' is given when a person - usually a well deserving know it all or otherwise butt - is placed head first into the commode and the handle is flushed repeatedly until the proper look and smell is attained. Ususally a good attitude adjusting mechanism)

Speaking of Shaman where has that antler headed dude got off to?

Swampthing or should i say Swampman700 was trying to find a job teaching spelling the English language

Been wondering that myself. Hope all is going well for him and his brood.

He thought the bar gathering was in the Czech repuplic and has been juicing up on bad Absenthe' for the past coupla months. Wonder who gave him THOSE directions.....

ThomasMagnum and UtahLefty ensconced themselves in a corner with their cameras and snapped photos and video of the entire debacle.

Lt Pat Powell picked up his drink and moved behind the bar, declaring that as the 24HCF Bar was outside his jurisdiction he had no authority to intervene, and further declared that he was being a good witness.

eh76 sat in a corner with several empty martini glasses in front of him and giggled. frogman43 snagged the buxom blonde jorge had been ogling and took her upstairs for some "snorkeling lessons". Rockchucker had apparently discovered a sizable stash of moonshine, which he claimed was the reason that many of the heads of game on the American side had sizable knife wounds in 'em.

Several injured parties approached me seeking medical attention, but as I had been sipping martinis with eh76 and eviltwin to excess, I recused myself from clinical responsibilities. Ambulance crews arrived to cart off the injured, and both isaac and VAnimrod loitered by the door, handing out business cards.

Ingwe and NHK9 insisted on seeing the footage of a SWAT Malinois humping Doc Rocket's leg....

Crossfire came in and checked everyone's citizenship and formed a business with Scenar offering pay hunts for illegals down on the border.

Jeff O showed up with a box of donuts, but couldn't open them.

RDFinn came in and was just glad to be out of New Jersey until he saw Akbushrat changing Maser's diaper.

Skybuster came in for a glass of water, since he was thirsty from tracking a buck across pavement.

LogCutter was in the corner mumbling in broken english about killing all the gun writers.

Blackheart stuck his head in the door and told everybody to [bleep] off... then left.

Swampy drove his golf cart into the side of the building and hurt his back.

mathman has but one response when anybody in the bar puts ice in their whiskey...



John