Dear hunting rave.

[MR Bill]

Well it's that time of year again. Hunting season. Well my buddy and I went out into the woulds. Go every year. I just love getting outdoors this time of year. Dear hunting. Venison , yum. Got up to the mountains where we always hunt. Man the wind really blue. I was hoping the dear wood not smell us. They are good at smelling your cent. You have to walk with the win in you're face. Otherwise they smell you coming. I was walking down this trail and then caught site of a heard of elk. Very exciting. I new their were animals around me. I was so quite. Saw too more a little while latter. Darn, my feet started getting reel soar. Started back to camp. Had to sit and rest. Watching all the TREES . Did I tell you there were lots of TREES. There branches waived in the win. I sat there bye my truck and relaxed. Drank a hole 6 pack of IPA. Didn't have any luck bagging an animal but that's not needed to have a succesful hunt. Just getting out in nature gets the batteries recharged. Life is good.

My motto is, every day is a great day, some just greater than others.

That's all for now folks.

Say Akitu, you mentioned something about homonyms. ?? Not sure what that word means. I'm going to have to look it up. LOl.

[Shadow1]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Um... Deer season hasn't opened "hear"

"Dear" season is open year round as long as you can hide the body.

[rthonpm]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Last time I checked, in the 'woulds' dear season is always in.

Playing with English is fun!

[ZOOTECH]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Last time I checked, in the 'woulds' dear season is always in.

Playing with English is fun!

That is the same as this: "Man the wind really blue".
Maybe, MR BILL submitted this post after the 6 pack of IPA.
Sorry for jumping on the bandwagon, but I thought Akitu would have been all over this.

[Jules Winfield]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

It kinda looked like zaza hacked Mr. Bill's account.

[Shadow1]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Nah - the misspellings were spilled kerektly.

[Akitu]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

That is the same as this: "Man the wind really blue".
Maybe, MR BILL submitted this post after the 6 pack of IPA.
Sorry for jumping on the bandwagon, but I thought Akitu would have been all over this.

I would have been, but as of last night I was stuck on a 13 hour bus ride that was only supposed to be 9 hours. Quite pissed off and not really in a grammar-nazi'ing mood at the moment.

Also, reading all the errors in there, despite their intentional placement, still made my brain hurt.

[MR Bill]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Well Akitu, i was just having a little fun with you.

I made a bobo with a word awhile back and you made a comment.

homonyms== A word that has the same sound and sometimes the same spelling as another word but a differenet meaning.

So don't dye on me dude. Sorry you brain hurts.

[Shadow1]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

I would have been, but as of last night I was stuck on a 13 hour bus ride that was only supposed to be 9 hours. Quite pissed off and not really in a grammar-nazi'ing mood at the moment.

Also, reading all the errors in there, despite their intentional placement, still made my brain hurt.

...but ur gramer-natzee posts r so much mor interistink wen ur pist awf and ur brain hertz.

(sorry dude - couldn't help it)

[HenryT2]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Back to the DEAR HUNTING !!!!!

It's too long to re-post ; but ;
check in ' Joke Of The Day ' 9-11-12 post # 325

[Shadow1]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Starting to agree with Akitu - these misspellings make my head hurt. (See, we do agree on something)

I'll give you a real life funny story as an apology. This year my son got his first squirrel by himself, and I took my daughter out with me for the first time on a hunt.

Every year my family gets together at the start of small game season for "Squirrel Camp." Mostly it's an excuse for everybody to get together, and take the kids out for a good time hunting. I took my son, Chris, out hunting last year with a borrowed .410 shotgun for him, with the intention of making sure he could hunt on his own safely. I always hunt with a .22 rifle, but I'm the only one who's a good enough shot and / or cocky enough to do it. (there's some stories behind that as well - You've got to be able to hit a quarter at 75 yards to kill one with a rifle, and I can easily hit a dime.)


I put Chris under a good Beech tree and told him I'd be over on the other side of the ridge for my own squirrels - of course I was on top of the ridge watching him the whole time, and I "barked" a few trying to send them his way (with a .22 I can nick a branch or piece of bark with the bullet to scare a squirrel and hope they run in his direction) He never did get one last year - scared a few - but what I was looking for was if he was being safe and responsible.


.410 shotguns are tiny and it's real hard to kill anything with them so we got him a nice 20 gauge for Christmas. A 20 doesn't kick as bad as a 12 gauge, but it's still big enough to hunt effectively. It was from a pawn shop, and it's not fancy, but it's a nice solid gun that shoots well. Load it with buckshot and he can hunt deer, put #7 1/2 or #9 in it and it's good for skeet or quail, and #6 high brass is perfect for squirrel. He went deer hunting after Christmas, but didn't come back with anything, so he was really excited for small game season to open this year.

My daughter, Hattie Grace, has been at camp since she was born, but this was the first year I was taking her out to hunt, and she wanted a squirrel tail to take to show and tell at school. (BTW she's 5 and my son is 13)


We got out in the woods, and it had been fairly dry, so I knew the only way we'd ever see anything was to "still hunt." I picked a nice tree to sit up under where we'd have a good view of a likely stand of trees and waited - not an easy task with a healthy 5 year old. We finally heard one behind us, and I slowly got us up and in a position to shoot. About the time I spotted it Gracie tugs on my pants, "Daddy, I gotta pee..."


"Perfect timing, little girl. Find a bush and don't pee in the Poison Ivy. I won't let it get away..."


So she's squatting while I had to take a shot before it zipped out of range. She was mostly wanting the tail and a story for school rather than the actual hunt, so no big deal, but he jumped at the last second and I missed anyway.


Of course now he's hiding up in the canopy for a minute or so, and Gracie is standing next to me when I get another shot.


"Did you get him daddy?!!"


"Nope. That's him up there shaking the leaves. Can't believe I missed again!"


So we wait there about 2 more minutes to see if he'll show himself again, and I'm just about to turn to my daughter and tell her we'll have to find another one when he decided to fall out of the tree and thump on the ground about 20 yards away. It just took him a minute to release his death grip on the tree - perfect shot, right in the armpit, heart and both lungs - he was gone in seconds, don't know why it took so long to fall.


That was good enough for Gracie - she had her tail and wanted to go back to camp and play with her cousin. Tried to convince her Brittany was still out hunting and we could come back with a few more squirrels and impress her friends, but there is no arguing with 5 year old logic.


So we're sitting around the campfire when my son comes in about 30 minutes later - mad as a hornet.


"No squirrels, Chris? Heard you shoot..."


"I shot one, and if the shot didn't kill it, the fall from the tree should have, and the branch that came down after him should have finished him off."


"So no squirrel?"


"I walked over to get him and he ran off."


"Did he go straight up a tree?"


"No, just took off."


"Then you hit him, and you better go find him. Clean kill next time, we don't leave anything wounded."


So he grabs our old sling blade and heads back into the woods - kinda thick brush in places, and he knows better to shoot at anything on the ground with so many hunters around. About a half hour later he comes back in holding one by the tail and says, "I had to finish him with the machete, but I got him."


Our Clan certainly has an odd reputation as hunters: I'm the only one who hunts small game with a .22 rifle, and my son is the only person to kill a squirrel with a machete.

[Akitu]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

Well Akitu, i was just having a little fun with you.

I made a bobo with a word awhile back and you made a comment.

homonyms== A word that has the same sound and sometimes the same spelling as another word but a differenet meaning.

So don't dye on me dude. Sorry you brain hurts.

All good. I have a thick hide... I do remember the comment, and if I really felt like it I would probably dig it up for reference, but I can't be bothered to do so currently. Operating on 1 hour of sleep... Typing is hard enough as is. 20 minutes remaining in my day... Tick tock.

Starting to agree with Akitu - these misspellings make my head hurt. (See, we do agree on something)

Our Clan certainly has an odd reputation as hunters: I'm the only one who hunts small game with a .22 rifle, and my son is the only person to kill a squirrel with a machete.

Good story. Don't think I've ever heard of anyone going machete-squirrel-hunting before... Maybe you're starting a new craze? Ease up on gun control, give machetes to the masses!

[blackcat4866]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

I'm no hunter, yet have a hunting story.

I was in college, MTU, and my roommate was an outdoorsman. We went out in the woods unarmed, dressed in red flannel. He picked out a big hemlock about 3 meters off the main trail, and we settled in.

Twenty minutes later we heard a hell of a racket. I smelled the cigar first. There were 6 guys with rifles, and talking loudly and laughing. If there was any game in the tri-county area they would have had plenty of time to hide. Or they were deaf and blind. The whole group passed within three meters of us and never noticed a thing.

After they had been gone 15 minutes my roommate spoke. "The really dangerous time is when they had just passed. One of these geniuses might have spun around and fired at a snapping branch."

I enjoy the outdoors, and am not taking any chances out of doors during hunting season. Drunks with guns. Sorry, no insult intended. I'm sure not all hunters are like this. =^..^=

[mojorolla]

Re: Dear hunting rave.

It kinda looked like zaza hacked Mr. Bill's account.

He didn't use the words "frimware" or "glorious colaberations"...dead give away.