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A little neighbor kid looked after my bird dogs while we went home to NC during Christmas. I told him I'd take him hunting. First trip I didn't let him take a gun, was just coaching him a little. Second trip I let him take his gun. So my dogs went on point and I knew it was a single quail. I told him "OK this one is yours, get him up and shoot him." He walks in front of the dogs and the quail comes up right at his feet, no shot. He turns and says, "I need to stop and pee, I almost pee'd myself." Was pretty funny at the time.
Which one am I, smart butt?Strum and Chick?
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I was with my boy scout troop at Philmont and there had been 2 bear maulings in the campsite we were scheduled for that night. (No doubt the maulees had food in their tent).
We decide we will set up a watch and my buddy and I drew the 2am-3am shift. Naturally we fell asleep in front of the fire when we were supposed to be watching and woke up as we heard an animal walking through our campsite. We were scared as f*ck but finally got up the nerve to shine a flashlight in the direction, where we saw a mule deer sniffing at the hair of another guy who's head was halfway out of his tent. Thank God it wasn't a bear.
Was that the answer "Butt"
So you are Ned? I'm so disappointed. Can I have my dick pic back?
Moral of the story, don't go camping with 71.
Or Chick according to GSD
We like to kayak to deserted barrier islands and run around naked. Well usually deserted.
Haha, that reminds me of a story I've probably told here before.
When I moved from the Pacific Northwest to Tennessee for grad school, my ex and I took three weeks to see the sights as we traveled across the country. One of our stops was Yosemite, where we planned to camp for the night.
We got in late so all the individual campsites were full. They put us in a group camp area, which is an area maybe 50 feet square that you share with anybody else they can fit in there. We got our tent set up, put our belongings in a bear locker, and settled in for the night. Right next to our tent there was a guy who was sleeping in hammock he had set up between two large trees in the site.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to sounds coming from the guy in the hammock. "Pssst! Pssst! Get out of here!" He kept saying this over and over, whispering but loud. Right about that time I heard the bear sniffing outside the tent about an inch from my head. Dude in the hammock was trying to shoo a bear without waking up anybody else in the campsite. Hahaha.
He didn't exactly scare the bear away -- it didn't GAF -- but he didn't wake up anybody or cause a panic either, I guess. My ex slept through the whole thing. When I told her about it the next morning, she was pissed.
Its a huge (140K acres) scout camp in NW New Mexico. Each campground has an activity- going down an old mine, branding leather, rock climbing, etc and you backpack between them. Generally go out on the trail for 10-14 days and backpack between 60-120 miles in that time.
I don't have any cool bear stories but once a Lunar moth flew right into a citronella candle while we were drinking and playing cards at a campsite. Y'all want to hear about that?
So, You drive a convertible Corvette?
I play golf outside. I used to camp with some buddies when we were younger. My stepson is a big outdoors guy though. My family (and wife's family) is full of hunters and my FIL owned a hunting preserve until he retired. He also trained hunting dogs. He has actually been on TV a few times for some syndicated hunting shows. He still has the land though and him and my stepson hunt something there almost every Saturday. He got his first deer earlier this year but mainly likes hunting duck, quail, stuff like that. My boy would live in the woods if we would let him, which is great as he loves it. I enjoying eating what other people shoot, just never got into it.
Grew up hunting and fishing all over New Mexico....have some great stories to tell:
Hunting grouse in Northern New Mexico, just west of Philmont. Set up a tent in a clearing about 9,000' up with no natural light in site. Sleeping in the tent with my bro and my pops and we hear a noise outside....we all kinda of wake up and listen and hear snorting and some movement....breathing is right outside the tent so we all pop up , throw on our boots and load up our shotguns. Pops says he is going to go out 1st, will empty his shotgun into the bear, I was next and was supposed to do the same thing and then my brother would follow me....9 shots with #4 shot out of 12 Gauge shotguns should do the trick. If not then my dad figured he could load up in time to have 3 more shots by the time my brother was done. I had the keys to the truck and was supposed to go unlock it. All of this planning going on in a matter of a few seconds while we can hear the bear right outside the tent. Heart is pumping and here we go....roll out of the tent and my pops hollers to hold up...big ole cow standing there munching on some grass with about 20 of his buddies joining him. Heart rates were to high to go back to bed so the positive was that we had breakfast by the fire at 3AM that morning....best breakfast we have ever had on any of our hunting trips!!!!
Hunting grouse in Northern New Mexico, just west of Philmont. Set up a tent in a clearing about 9,000' up with no natural light in site. Sleeping in the tent with my bro and my pops and we hear a noise outside....we all kinda of wake up and listen and hear snorting and some movement....breathing is right outside the tent so we all pop up , throw on our boots and load up our shotguns. Pops says he is going to go out 1st, will empty his shotgun into the bear, I was next and was supposed to do the same thing and then my brother would follow me....9 shots with #4 shot out of 12 Gauge shotguns should do the trick. If not then my dad figured he could load up in time to have 3 more shots by the time my brother was done. I had the keys to the truck and was supposed to go unlock it. All of this planning going on in a matter of a few seconds while we can hear the bear right outside the tent. Heart is pumping and here we go....roll out of the tent and my pops hollers to hold up...big ole cow standing there munching on some grass with about 20 of his buddies joining him. Heart rates were to high to go back to bed so the positive was that we had breakfast by the fire at 3AM that morning....best breakfast we have ever had on any of our hunting trips!!!!
Have seen so many elk, antelope and muleys around that camp....never been to the camp but have hunted all around it.
My uncle once shot a 1300 pound moose in Canada. It turned and ran at him immediately. Said he thought he was dead but it fell about 15 feet before it plowed him. The meat was awesome.
My favorite hunting story came on a grouse hunt also. Had hiked up above the tree line with my pops, buddy Randy and our Springer Nip. Got up on a cleared off peak and were trying to decide if we wanted to start down the other side....if you go down the mountain you have to climb back out....so like always we sat down to ponder the situation. Busted out some water and some kit kats. As we were sitting there we hear this loud noise....what the crap is that. Turn around and look and we see 2 fighter jets rolling at us, keep in mind we are 12,800 plus feet in elevation. So these 2 fighters come and roll right around that peak we are sitting on. It was almost like they were racing and the peak was the turn around point. They were so close that we could clearly see the pilots faces as they circled the peak. It took us about 10 minutes to get our poor dog to come out of hiding but man it was one of the coolest things I have ever seen in my life....and possibly the loudest!
Gac showing a previously unrevealed ability to spin a yarn.
Keep em coming Gac- good stuff
Keep em coming Gac- good stuff
I made it to the rank of Star in the Boy Scouts. I was pretty active in Scouts until puberty really set-in and playing guitar became priority. But, I have some great memories from camporees at Camp Bonner. Troop 76 Nashville, NC, East Carolina Council
I have been to Philmont. Cool Place. I was heavily involved in the Scouts as a kid. Also, hiked the entire Appalachian trial through NC and VA as a Scout. I am supposed to go to Vermont in May and I am thinking of hitting some of the AT there for a day hike at a minimum.
Yeah, I have not done "major" hiking in a while. My daughter turns 11 in February and it is time to some serious hiking teaching her outdoor skills.
for @strummingram , I went to Camp Bonner many times. I was a camp counselor for 2 years at Camp Durant near Carthage and taught riflery and Orienteering Merit badges when I was 15 and 16. I had just about every merit badge and skill award. Was also the head of elections the Order of the Arrow for my Council and organized the "Tap in" ceremonies. I had just put my Eagle Scout project together when I found out the Head of Camp Durant was arrested for indecent liberties with minors. He was on the news and went to prison. Some of my friends were abused. I got pretty pissed and quit before getting my Eagle. Actually, still pissed at that dude and Scouts big time.
I don't ever recall hearing about any indiscretions like that when I was in Scouts. I guess I was fortunate.
Bonner was awesome! I even went to a summer camp event there with some friends who were in Troop 607. The Order of the Arrow guys put on a cool Indian "Pow Wow" show that I still remember.
Panther Patrol, Patrol leader. We had 3 patrols in our troop. We went to about 4 camporees a year (Macombta district and EC council). I have nothing but great memories of Scouting with my first Scoutmaster- who was a Paramedic full-time. Camporees lasted from Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. I was always filthy dirty when I got home.
Our troop also went on quite a few trips to military bases. We went to Norfolk Naval Base at least 3 times, Fort Meade, Maryland, USCG Base in Elizabeth City, and a few others.
I've shared this before...
Our troop was getting everyone a hiking merit badge requirement (distance). And, it was the same day- Saturday, November 7, 1981- as the UNC/Clemson football game that ended 10-8. I had my transistor radio and we were fading in and out of reception for the broadcast. That was arduous!
By junior high, I was getting more and more "rebellious" and really prone to resist authority of any kind. My new scoutmaster was an Army vet and I just kinda got fed-up, finally, and it was the right time to leave. I still have my uniform and awards, ribbons, etc.. But, I learned a lot about outdoor survival.
Only time I ever "hunted" was with a friend and his family (about 7th grade), and we were shooting doves. My dad and I fished a lot, but he never liked to hunt because of his Vietnam PTSD. And, he always said that when you fish, the fish "has a sporting chance." Hunting with a rifle lacked a sporting-chance element, in his mind. Didn't bother me. I've never wanted to kill a deer or any other animal like that. I have caught a lot of fish, however.
I love camping/hiking. Especially when it's at a music festival. Really looking forward to Wanee in a few months.
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