On Fri, 09 Dec 2005 00:03:13 GMT, "Larry L"
wrote:


"Jonathan Cook" wrote


Braggart!



Nah, if I was bragging I'd tell about the five consecutive days I got a 10
bird Dove limit ... total shells for the five days ... 50


or the time when two wardens appeared out of the dark and fog as I walked in
to hunt ducks on a California refuge. They were checking everyone for
extra shells ( the refuge had a 25 limit ), gun plugs, etc. For a seven
bird limit, I had 7 steel shot shells ( this was before steel was legally
required ) and 3 lead dove loads ( steel wasn't available in small shot
sizes for head shots ) for possible cripples and my 12ga over and under.
They searched and searched and searched and then sent me on my way.

Later, as I was leaving with my limit, one of the same two came out of the
weeds and stopped me again. This time it was to tell me that he had
followed me and watched me all morning. He and his buddy simply couldn't
believe I only brought 10 shells with me and assumed I was up to no good and
had a stash somewhere or something evil. I showed him my 7 ducks and the
single shell I had left and he said, " Yes, I saw you get them all and shoot
that one cripple a couple times. I'm impressed !"

There ... now, that, is how to brag G

Larry

Larry, there's no delicate way to ask this, but were you adopted? If
so, was your real pappy a dashing young SabreTigger pilot?

Anyhoo, I have a little shooting story, too. There we were, ol' David
Tubb and I, with me doing my best to help him learn a little something
about shooting, in spite of the horrendous mosquitoes. Finally, he
couldn't take it, and said, "You see that skeeter out there about 1000
yards?" I looked and before I could say anything, he fired.

The skeeter was mist. "Um, Tubby, that was a male, didn't you see its
pecker?" "Well, yeah, so?" he replied.

"Well, it's just cruel to kill wantonly, and besides, it's the females
that git ya...see that bitch out there at 1627 yards?" "Uhhhh, yeah,
sure, of course..." he lied.

I took three rounds out, took my kabar from my slick and nicked up a
little spur on the jacket of the first and second, and whipped out my
Rollalite and heated the jacket up on the third. I quickly loaded 'em
up, and fired in rapid succession. "What the hell?" he asked.

"I opened her up with the first, spayed her with the second, and
cauterized the incision with the third..."

TC,
R
....well, OK, so maybe it mighta been 1626 yards...