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This story was told to me as true: A guy I went to high school with was out hunting squirrels in October with a .22 rimfire. Seeing a deer, he killed it with a head shot from the .22. As this was during Illinois archery season, and as this guy had an archery tag, he shoved an arrow into the bullet hole, tagged the deer and took it to the check station and got it checked.(This was back when you actually had to haul your dead deer to the check-station.)

It sounds plausible, but I have to wonder why the DNR guys at the check station weren't a bit suspicious of a deer head-shot with an arrow. Not being A bow hunter myself, I'd think it would be difficult to kill a deer by shooting it in the head with an arrow.

My game warden has a lead test kit to see if the hole in the deer was from lead or carbon/alluminum.

Don't know if I ever told you the story of my being "south of Vegas" in 1996?

I worked at Hart Mountain Refuge on my first of several sage grouse projects for OSU, from mid-March till July, lonely and bored young man that I was, I often went to Lakeview for the weekends to socialize. I will add that I had Grandpa's old green perfectly cherry 1971 1972 Chevy Pickup, Camper Special and it cost no less than $90 to go to town and back at about 7 or 8 MPG on a volunteer's wage of $15/day 5 days a week, a loosing proposition if there ever was one... One of the few local haunts was called the Indian Village, generally a pretty good time on the weekends filled with a mix of society and that offered at least the glimmer of a chance to get a little. The Village, it was painted a pastel kinda sunset light orange color that would glow nearly as much as me in the late June evening light. Well, there'd been some big hurricane down in the SE states, the year or two previous I think it was, and the Federal Government had bunches of these surplus NEMA travel trailers parked in Fort Worth, Texas that the GSA was dulling out to the various agencies. Our Refuge manager acquired three of them to use for bunk houses, so the crew set about driving down in three pickups to pull them back and I begged myself along for the adventure, never having been to such destinations... First day we blasted down through all of Nevada and stopped for the night in Boulder City, just "south of Vegas". Me being me, and 27 years young, I celebrated with the three respectable good ol' boys then headed out on the small town ending up at a rather festive place with booze, music and dancing as I recall. My favorite kinda place during the 90's. Next thing I know, this well-armed Officer of the Law is questioning me. He asks, "do you know where you are". I looked up from the sidewalk, peered around and saw this pastel colored building glowing in the pinkish orange light and eluded to the officer that I did indeed know my whereabouts! 'Lakeview, Oregon,' I pronounced with certainty. Well, he 'plained to me that I was quite mistaken, that I was witnessing the glow of the sun rising to the east, and I was in fact in Boulder City, gem of the fine State of Nevada, where sidewalk snoozing is frowned upon, and not such a good idea because of the preponderance of rascals at that hour of the day. The Lawman drove me back to the Hotel where my co-workers were just recently up, well rested and ready to hit the road. My Government standing was quickly, yet a tad bit reluctantly, verified, and away the Officer went. Next stop SanteFe', then Amarillo, onto DFW and back to Hart Mountain, a grand six day round trip. BTW, coming into Amarillo, we never did hear THE song play, which was rather disappointing to all, and the very beginnings of my disappoints associated with the Lone Star State. Thinking back on being "south of Vegas" makes me gracious to be in the present and should clarify where my handle stems from. (-:

Either way, this is how I interpret people like Elmer.

"Really awesome me took really dumb guy (so dumb I don't remember his name) hunting"

"Really dumb guy brought a POS 7mm which I have always told people not to use"

"My amazing abilities as a guide enabled really dumb guy to get close to a nice deer"

"Dumb guy's POS rifle failed to do the job just like awesome me predicted."

"Now everybody please SMD"



Travis

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This.

Biggest BS story I heard was from ingwe...

And besides...you were drunk at the time...how do you remember the story?

You didn't see the stenographer?

No, I was drunk too....

All I remember was fleecing you out of a nice BDL stock for $50

Ohhhhh...and I vaguely remember eating your steak and lobster and drinking up all your Buffalo Trace.



Then sneaking out first thing in the morning before you could tell me what an ass hole I was......

Most of my biggest hunting/shooting bs stories came from my Montana Hunter's Ed instructors... He was giving a "course" on muzzleloaders, and had a rusted out, piece of junk in-line with a broken off triggerguard for the demo.. When he got to muzzleloader "safety", he told us if the gun would not go off, the only safe thing to do was to throw it in a lake or other body of water... That sounds like a good idea. Don't ask me why he wouldn't just unscrew the breech plug and ram the charge out. His preferred method of cleaning this muzzleloader was to run a nice hot bath, and clean it while he took a bath. Seriously.

I knew a guy who had a Ford Mustang with a 5L engine "bored out to 302". You think they are related?

Or the guy who told me his 350 Chevy ran like a short block 400 (wonder how the 400 runs without heads??)

"That Dog was the best I've ever had. He held every Grouse until I walked up and flushed it and never busted a single Grouse."

"This was Dad's only shotgun, I don't think he ever missed a bird with it."

Fellow I ran into one time while Grouse hunting told me: "When that first Bird gets up, don't every waste your shot. Set your feet and get ready for the next one." Then again, he may have been a vary serious Grouse hunter.

"Might as well take a nap in the afternoon, Deer hole up in the afternoon and you will only bust them out and probably never even know you did."






....and my campfire favorite. "That rifle-standard off the shelf issue-is an all day half-inch rifle."



"When I do my part."

One time at band camp......

you went to band camp

The U.S. had this black president and that SOB was the best president we ever had............

In the early-to mid 80's when I used to work a gun counter every Saturday, this one guy would come in and always tell tales of hunting out west, and being that we were in SC, they were very unique to say the least.

One day I was at my unk's and he had a then new 10ft satellite dish, and I was introduced to what became the outdoor channel. Oddly, many of the stories that great white hunter told were being played out by other people on shows that I until then had never seen!!!! Hmmmmmm.......

I watched one that was about deer hunting, mulies near some river (Powder?) in Montana, and there was a particular bit about stalking up to little stands of trees and just hunkering down, then dropping down along the high bank and easing up to the next stand of trees. I tried to memorize as much of it as I could. A few weeks later, in comes our great white hunter, who soon begins extolling his latest-greatest kill....the details were so similar to the show, I finished several sentences for him! He looked at my wry grin, realized I had a satellite too, picked up his stuff, and left, never to be seen again

I just heard this one this morning.

Seems the guys 7-08 was so slow that he shot at a coyote at 300 yards and set the rifle down on the ground before the darn bullet even got to the coyote.

He just bought a 280 to replace it.

I also remember that many a person would come in to the gunstore and say "My ________ (insert relative here) Has a 38 on a 44 frame......"