Tell the Tale.....

[Jeramie]

Ok lets her em. Everyone has stories they keep in reserve, funny stuff, scary stuff, etc. Everyone share. Granted anything you say can and will be used against you at a later date, for both Photoshop and general harassment. If you have any reservations about telling a story just ask dogdoc (the vasectomy king) if you should share private information. But seriously, lets shoot the breeze a little. Ill kick it off….

One Rifle season we put together a make shift deer camp (as we typically do). It was the night before Season had opened. Some “friends” of my brothers had been invited. On the way back to deer camp a couple of does jump out so they decided to start season a little early. Both were shot and carried back to camp.

It was stupid and wrong. My brother called to tell me all about it (I wasn’t heading to camp until about 9:00pm because of work). Honestly there are WAY too many does around here; I’ve counted over 40 slick heads at one time in a single field. The state is trying to thin them. Coupled with the fact they were at least checking them in the next morning, it was to slide. We just decided to not invite a few of these individuals back, ever.

I was on my way out and I put together a plan. I was driving a 1997 Ford Ranger at the time. I had installed an aftermarket alarm and powered it from the battery. This meant that you could arm the alarm with the truck moving. Of course it would immediately sound off. I started across the long field with my lights off. I made it to within eye sight of the camp. All of the guys were sitting around the fire talking. The two does were hung in the back drop. Because it was so dark and the ranger so quiet the never knew I was there.

I turned on the headlights and started rocking the blinker switch back and forth so the lights would go from bright to dim again and again. I then tripped the alarm and gunned the truck. I was flying across the dark field, lights flashing, and siren bouncing through the timber and ravines.

The guys scrambled toward the does. One guy grabbed a doe in a bear hug cut the line and made a run through the timber. The other doe was drug off, everyone scrambled. It was a ROIT. When I finally made it up to the camp everyone was still making a break for it short of my cousin Chris who was still sitting on a bucket by the fire. I asked him why he didn’t run for it. ”Game Rangers don’t blare country music….”

I forgot to turn of the Radio. Regardless, to see the camp scramble like that was priceless.

Ok, carry on…….. Lets hear em. I need stuff to read.

[c_lou]

Re: Tell the Tale.....

This is the story of my first mouse encounter in my first apartment.

It was a dark and stormy night. Not really just sounds good.

Ok so my future wife to be at the time was sleeping on the couch and I was watching TV. It was around 9:30pm. We had all the lights off so just the TV was lighting up the room. Out of no where our Big Gulp cup that was our kithcen utensil holder came crashing down on our stove. So I jump up and head to the kitchen. There on our stove was the biggest mouse you would ever want to see. So I in my Umbro shorts and no shirt(much slimmer and less hairy back then) jump into my hunting boots, grab the biggest Monkey wrench in my arsenal and don the closest oven glove I can reach. Meanwhile the mouse has given me the slip and retreated into the stove via the burner. So my plan, crank the oven and turn on every burner and just wait. 10pm no mouse, oven red hot, bed time. The next day I head to the local Menards and get some traps. Slap a little PB on the trap and wait. Forward to 5:30am. I am half awake when I hear a SNAP!!! I roll over and smile. When I get up around 7am I look at the trap, there is the biggest 4 inch mouse you would ever want to see.

For all the commotion I caused that night, I got quite the ribbing from the future wife.