For the Hunters

[Sherry]

Chrismas cheer for the hunters:

http://eruditeredneck.blogspot.com/2...lawn-deer.html

Sherry

[John M.]

Funny.

[Angus]

It would look better if it was hung from a gambrel, but still the funniest thing I've seen yet. Good post

[Southern Breeze]

Good one!!

[KiltedCodeWarrior]

I agree its funny, but some people really have too much free time!:grin:

[GlassMan]

Great, now a whole subdivision of children will need psychotherapy when they grow up! Wish I'd thought of it.

[Mr. Kilt]

I'm just happy that I wasn't eating or drinking anything when I clicked the link. I really really hate having to clean stuff off my monitor and keyboard.
Yes, I'm a sick puppy...and darn proud of it!

[Big Paul]

Fresh Venison for Christmas!!! Yum!

[Woodsheal]

Fresh Venison for Christmas!!! Yum!

I wish! Read now my tale of woe....

The 1st Sunday morning of regular gun season, I was sitting on a ridgeline in thick hardwoods when at about 8:30 a fat 6-point ambled up to my left rear. He never saw me as I eased around, cocked my flintlock smoothbore, and put a .73 cal. ball into his chest cavity from a range of about 15 yards.

He got up and ran; I stayed put, reloaded, and gave him time to lay down and die. After a few minutes I went over to where I'd hit him, and picked up a very heavy blood trail. Thinking he couldn't have gone far with that big musket ball through his chest and all that blood, I began tracking. And tracking. And tracking! There was no snow, but that blood trail was easy to follow - for awhile. Down the hill, across a creek, up the other side, over the top of the next ridge, after about half-a-mile the blood began to peter out until I finally lost the track in all the heavy leaves.

I spent the next hours searching those woods in vain for that deer, and never did find where he finally went down, even after enlisting the help of my brother-in-law and nephew. It's been nearly two weeks, and I'm still broken-hearted over it... and haven't seen anything since!

Humbug....

[Livingston]

I wish! Read now my tale of woe....


It's been nearly two weeks, and I'm still broken-hearted over it... and haven't seen anything since!

Humbug....

Ditto to the wish, and now my tale of woe.

This entire past weekend everytime I would look out the window to the back yard I saw 2 or more 6 point bucks laying in the yard. For some strange reason that I'll never understand, they won't allow me to hunt here in town on my own 1/2 acre lot. Maybe I could take the Claymore out and.......