Well, I finally shot my first turkey yesterday.
Scared the hell out of everyone in the frozen foods section!
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Re: Turkey Hunting
Reminds me of the time a friend and I went bear hunting armed only with Swiss Army knives. We hunted in every bar in town but never did manage to bag a bear.
Re: Turkey Hunting
Not a joke, but it reminds me of squirrel hunting with my uncle when I was a boy. He had an older shotgun, a high gauge. I forget which. He had a box of shells that was getting old. For those that don't know, ammunition has a lifespan for storage. Then it tends to produce duds. So he thought he should use up this box.
So we're out in the woods, stalking squirrel. Now, these critters can get territorial, and angry. They will throw things at you. They will bark at you. So this one comes down a limb, perhaps 10 feet (~30 m) from me, and sits there barking at me after he threw a walnut at me. I was so stunned that I didn't even think to shoot him. Uncle, my mom's brother, comes up behind me and lets fly with the elephant gun he was carrying.
The squirrel exploded into a puff of fur and blood, which splattered me. The small tree was blown in half, and fell over. Timber! The acrid smoke of the shotgun made me sneeze. It was so loud, I wet my pants. I think I was 10 or 11? Then I realized that I couldn't hear. I guess I was standing in the right spot for the sound waves to get me good?
I turned to my Uncle and said, as my mother was famous for saying, "The hell?!" Keep in mind that my dear departed mother could make a sailor blush with shame when she got going.
That was pretty much the end of the hunting trip on that end of the property. I was wet, deaf, and Uncle was laughing so hard that he couldn't do much else. And of course, I had to carry the dead squirrels in the pockets of the vest I was wearing. They may be cute, but squirrels stink.
When we got home, my aunt's folks had called the house, wanting to know what had blown up over there, and if the house were on fire.
I never went with him again. From there on out, my hunting experiences were with the neighborhood boys, with much smaller weapons like 410's and 22's.
So we're out in the woods, stalking squirrel. Now, these critters can get territorial, and angry. They will throw things at you. They will bark at you. So this one comes down a limb, perhaps 10 feet (~30 m) from me, and sits there barking at me after he threw a walnut at me. I was so stunned that I didn't even think to shoot him. Uncle, my mom's brother, comes up behind me and lets fly with the elephant gun he was carrying.
The squirrel exploded into a puff of fur and blood, which splattered me. The small tree was blown in half, and fell over. Timber! The acrid smoke of the shotgun made me sneeze. It was so loud, I wet my pants. I think I was 10 or 11? Then I realized that I couldn't hear. I guess I was standing in the right spot for the sound waves to get me good?
I turned to my Uncle and said, as my mother was famous for saying, "The hell?!" Keep in mind that my dear departed mother could make a sailor blush with shame when she got going.
That was pretty much the end of the hunting trip on that end of the property. I was wet, deaf, and Uncle was laughing so hard that he couldn't do much else. And of course, I had to carry the dead squirrels in the pockets of the vest I was wearing. They may be cute, but squirrels stink.
When we got home, my aunt's folks had called the house, wanting to know what had blown up over there, and if the house were on fire.
I never went with him again. From there on out, my hunting experiences were with the neighborhood boys, with much smaller weapons like 410's and 22's.