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A buddy of mine just called
11BravoCrunchie
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He got his deer the other day. From a mile away. With one round. .50 BMG from a Barrett M82. He said he blew the deer in half.
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That's nothing. My friend shot a deer with a 105 howitzer the other day and leveled the hill it was standing on. No pink mist, no parts, just gone. [:0]
If you don't believe me, you can ask my neighbor. [;)][:D]
Jim
Can you just create another account and act like your the neighbor and tell us all about it, to back up your story.[:D]
We called it cafishing.
Got lots, too.
[:D]barto[:D]
You're not fooling us...we know you have no friends!
I once put a cherry bomb in a bullfrogs' mouth. Messy. [xx(]
Jim
Saw one taped to a turtle's back once .
Cleans the shell out real fast!
Is your buddy named jacob2008?[:o)]
Can't be, Jake ain't got no "fitty" ifn' he does he woulda let me shoot it. Right Jake!?!?!?[;)]
How much is "Rent-A-Friend" charging nowadays?
I'm making about $50 bucks per day per friend, so they've got to be charging at least 20% more than that.
That's nothing. My buddy shot a deer at 400 yards with a Jennings .25 auto... ghetto style.
Therein lies the problem; he was using a Jennings. Sit back, grab a drink, and let me tell you what happened to me this morning while hunting.
There I was....
Friday, November 28, 0300. Yeah, that's early, but I like to have the element of surprise; later in this account of my experience, you will see that 'element of surprise' and my trusty sidearm are the only two reasons I am still here to share this harrowing story of adventure with you all.
Anyhoo, as I mentioned before, it was 0300. Dark? You bet it was, but I have a unique condition where my pupils stay in a constant state of dilation, and they gather any and all ambient light available. That allows me to use what physicians and specialists have told me is in essence, built-in night vision. I don't fool with pesky flashlights or any other illumination devices, as I have no need for them. Back to the story. I was stealthy in creeping to my stand, even resorting to the low crawl at times to avoid detection. As I approached my stand, I heard rustling in the leaves, and voices. 'Oh hell no!' I thought to myself. It was evident that a person or group of people were either 1) Attempting to use my stand to hunt or 2) Attempting to steal my stand. Both offenses, as far as I'm concerned, warrant punishment via poisoning; lead poisoining, that is. Now hang on; this is where it get's interesting.
I was flat on the ground, in a low crawl. I drew my sidearm. I rolled up to to a kneel, lept into the air, and expected to suprise the perps. There was no one to be found. No voices, no rustling. I thought to myself, "Self, you're not dealing with amateurs here. These are professionals." My mindset immediately changed. I knew that if I were to make it out of this one alive, I would have to be more stealthy and more ruthless than the trash who were about to meet their doom at my hands. I was preparing to drop back down into a low crawl, when from my six, I heard a voice that I will never forget until the day I die. It was a low, guttural, "Freeze!". At this point, the adrenalin was coursing through my veins at the speed of light. The 'voice' said, 'Turn around, slowly.' I turned, and was face to face with my adversary. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was a deer. A 12 point buck. A 12 point buck that talked. I schit you not. It was the damndest thing I had ever seen. I was about to draw down on him, when I heard more rustling behind me. Another voice, but lower, and even more sinister than the first one, said, "Draw your pistol, and drop it on the ground at your feet." I was outnumbered. Outnumbered by evil, talking deer. I had already urinated on myself, and knew this was survival. I knew I had to stay alive so I could relay this to all my GB Forum friends. It was them or me. Fortunately, they did not have any flashlights, and failed to see me draw. As I stated before, I have 'night-vision', and could see them clearly. I drew my Lorcin L-25. The stone-cold killer glaze in my eyes must have reflected off the bright finish of my weapon, because I could immediately see the fear in their eyes. They knew they were dead deer, it was just a matter of seconds. I drew down on them, and shouted, "DIE, MF'ers, DIE!!!!"
I never discharged my weapon. They both fell over, apparently fear being the cause of their demise.
Little did I know, but a game warden had heard the raucous, and witnessed the entire incident. He approached me, and I assumed he was about to tell me to holster my weapon. When his flashlight shined on my 'killer' stare, not only did he urinate on himself, but defecated as well. He knew I was not one to be trifled with.
Whadda ya think of that?
Whadda ya think of that?That you have way, and I do mean way too much time on your hands! However, I'll give you a "10" for creativity! [:D]
If you can't feel the music; it's only pink noise!
I'm wsfiredude's neighbor and drinking buddy. What he said is a true story, by God!
Hey,
I'm wsfiredude's neighbor and drinking buddy. What he said is a true story, by God!
Oh you must be the game warden.[:D]
...Whadda ya think of that?[/blue]
I think I just pooed a little dude!
chiger,
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So your the SOB that killed my trained deer
Therein lies the problem; he was using a Jennings. Sit back, grab a drink, and let me tell you what happened to me this morning while hunting.
There I was....
Friday, November 28, 0300. Yeah, that's early, but I like to have the element of surprise; later in this account of my experience, you will see that 'element of surprise' and my trusty sidearm are the only two reasons I am still here to share this harrowing story of adventure with you all.
Anyhoo, as I mentioned before, it was 0300. Dark? You bet it was, but I have a unique condition where my pupils stay in a constant state of dilation, and they gather any and all ambient light available. That allows me to use what physicians and specialists have told me is in essence, built-in night vision. I don't fool with pesky flashlights or any other illumination devices, as I have no need for them. Back to the story. I was stealthy in creeping to my stand, even resorting to the low crawl at times to avoid detection. As I approached my stand, I heard rustling in the leaves, and voices. 'Oh hell no!' I thought to myself. It was evident that a person or group of people were either 1) Attempting to use my stand to hunt or 2) Attempting to steal my stand. Both offenses, as far as I'm concerned, warrant punishment via poisoning; lead poisoining, that is. Now hang on; this is where it get's interesting.
I was flat on the ground, in a low crawl. I drew my sidearm. I rolled up to to a kneel, lept into the air, and expected to suprise the perps. There was no one to be found. No voices, no rustling. I thought to myself, "Self, you're not dealing with amateurs here. These are professionals." My mindset immediately changed. I knew that if I were to make it out of this one alive, I would have to be more stealthy and more ruthless than the trash who were about to meet their doom at my hands. I was preparing to drop back down into a low crawl, when from my six, I heard a voice that I will never forget until the day I die. It was a low, guttural, "Freeze!". At this point, the adrenalin was coursing through my veins at the speed of light. The 'voice' said, 'Turn around, slowly.' I turned, and was face to face with my adversary. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was a deer. A 12 point buck. A 12 point buck that talked. I schit you not. It was the damndest thing I had ever seen. I was about to draw down on him, when I heard more rustling behind me. Another voice, but lower, and even more sinister than the first one, said, "Draw your pistol, and drop it on the ground at your feet." I was outnumbered. Outnumbered by evil, talking deer. I had already urinated on myself, and knew this was survival. I knew I had to stay alive so I could relay this to all my GB Forum friends. It was them or me. Fortunately, they did not have any flashlights, and failed to see me draw. As I stated before, I have 'night-vision', and could see them clearly. I drew my Lorcin L-25. The stone-cold killer glaze in my eyes must have reflected off the bright finish of my weapon, because I could immediately see the fear in their eyes. They knew they were dead deer, it was just a matter of seconds. I drew down on them, and shouted, "DIE, MF'ers, DIE!!!!"
I never discharged my weapon. They both fell over, apparently fear being the cause of their demise.
Little did I know, but a game warden had heard the raucous, and witnessed the entire incident. He approached me, and I assumed he was about to tell me to holster my weapon. When his flashlight shined on my 'killer' stare, not only did he urinate on himself, but defecated as well. He knew I was not one to be trifled with.
Whadda ya think of that?
I used a MOAB and I vaporized an entire herd of deer, a gaggle of geese, a flock of sheep, and a half-dozen coyotes plus turned the ground to glass.
sh-t it will soon be time to wipe.[:D]
But will your neighbor verify this?
Therein lies the problem; he was using a Jennings. Sit back, grab a drink, and let me tell you what happened to me this morning while hunting.
There I was....
Friday, November 28, 0300. Yeah, that's early, but I like to have the element of surprise; later in this account of my experience, you will see that 'element of surprise' and my trusty sidearm are the only two reasons I am still here to share this harrowing story of adventure with you all.
Anyhoo, as I mentioned before, it was 0300. Dark? You bet it was, but I have a unique condition where my pupils stay in a constant state of dilation, and they gather any and all ambient light available. That allows me to use what physicians and specialists have told me is in essence, built-in night vision. I don't fool with pesky flashlights or any other illumination devices, as I have no need for them. Back to the story. I was stealthy in creeping to my stand, even resorting to the low crawl at times to avoid detection. As I approached my stand, I heard rustling in the leaves, and voices. 'Oh hell no!' I thought to myself. It was evident that a person or group of people were either 1) Attempting to use my stand to hunt or 2) Attempting to steal my stand. Both offenses, as far as I'm concerned, warrant punishment via poisoning; lead poisoining, that is. Now hang on; this is where it get's interesting.
I was flat on the ground, in a low crawl. I drew my sidearm. I rolled up to to a kneel, lept into the air, and expected to suprise the perps. There was no one to be found. No voices, no rustling. I thought to myself, "Self, you're not dealing with amateurs here. These are professionals." My mindset immediately changed. I knew that if I were to make it out of this one alive, I would have to be more stealthy and more ruthless than the trash who were about to meet their doom at my hands. I was preparing to drop back down into a low crawl, when from my six, I heard a voice that I will never forget until the day I die. It was a low, guttural, "Freeze!". At this point, the adrenalin was coursing through my veins at the speed of light. The 'voice' said, 'Turn around, slowly.' I turned, and was face to face with my adversary. I could not believe what I was seeing. It was a deer. A 12 point buck. A 12 point buck that talked. I schit you not. It was the damndest thing I had ever seen. I was about to draw down on him, when I heard more rustling behind me. Another voice, but lower, and even more sinister than the first one, said, "Draw your pistol, and drop it on the ground at your feet." I was outnumbered. Outnumbered by evil, talking deer. I had already urinated on myself, and knew this was survival. I knew I had to stay alive so I could relay this to all my GB Forum friends. It was them or me. Fortunately, they did not have any flashlights, and failed to see me draw. As I stated before, I have 'night-vision', and could see them clearly. I drew my Lorcin L-25. The stone-cold killer glaze in my eyes must have reflected off the bright finish of my weapon, because I could immediately see the fear in their eyes. They knew they were dead deer, it was just a matter of seconds. I drew down on them, and shouted, "DIE, MF'ers, DIE!!!!"
I never discharged my weapon. They both fell over, apparently fear being the cause of their demise.
Little did I know, but a game warden had heard the raucous, and witnessed the entire incident. He approached me, and I assumed he was about to tell me to holster my weapon. When his flashlight shined on my 'killer' stare, not only did he urinate on himself, but defecated as well. He knew I was not one to be trifled with.
Whadda ya think of that?
Gosh fellas,just reading that off my monitor made me want to drop the kids off at the pool.In fact I better go now...
i got my deer with a 70 megaton nuke fired from my B-952 that has 18 jet engines and does Mach X in 3 1/2 seconds [:D][:p][:D]
Zulu7... I told you... that was clasified info... and common man... I said; I "almost" blew it in half!
I know you don't have my phone number, because I would have yours if you did.
pikers, every damn one of you !!
i got my deer with a 70 megaton nuke fired from my B-952 that has 18 jet engines and does Mach X in 3 1/2 seconds [:D][:p][:D]
Right there is an obvious lie. To power 18 jet engines the aircraft would have to carry so much fuel that the combined weight of the fuel, engines, air frame, and weapons load would grossly limit the aircraft's top speed. I'm not even going to get into how large such a craft would be and that there isn't an airfield in existence that could support it. I mean, when the Airbus 380 came out most major airports had to be rebuilt to handle it's size and not just their terminals.
quote:Originally posted by USN_Airdale
pikers, every damn one of you !!
i got my deer with a 70 megaton nuke fired from my B-952 that has 18 jet engines and does Mach X in 3 1/2 seconds [:D][:p][:D]
Right there is an obvious lie. To power 18 jet engines the aircraft would have to carry so much fuel that the combined weight of the fuel, engines, air frame, and weapons load would grossly limit the aircraft's top speed. I'm not even going to get into how large such a craft would be and that there isn't an airfield in existence that could support it. I mean, when the Airbus 380 came out most major airports had to be rebuilt to handle it's size and not just their terminals.
Sort of like the B 58 no? Ya want to fly supersonic OR carry that bomb?
Maybe this guys B 952 is launched/recovered from a Zeppelin.
As you can see by the highlighted circles, he wasn't alone.
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Scary stuff. Very scary. Just glad I had my Lorcin strapped to my side.
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