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<blockquote data-quote="turkeyrun" data-source="post: 2362489" data-attributes="member: 27991"><p>Was on a spring turkey hunt. I was first to be dropped off to go to the blind, about 150 yrds from the road. About halfway to the blind, I get this 'feeling'. Stop and start looking around. The sun is just starting to peak over the horizon. I stand there for 15 minutes looking all around me. I finally get enough light to see this 7' rattler absorbing the morning sun under a mesquite about 3 feet from me. My scoped rifle is USELESS at that range. I grab the Colt ACE on my belt and empty a 10 round mag. Drop the mag and empty another 10 rounds. I hear the Jeep tearing up the round as my buddies are coming to see what WW111 is about. Almost an hour before my hands were steady enough to hold .22LR rounds and reload those mags. We had a good laugh.</p><p></p><p>Went on a deer hunt with my neighbor on his lease. Got up that morning and it was so foggy visibility was 10 -15 feet. He drops me off and points at the trail, saying the stand was 150yrd (seeing a pattern here) up the trail. I walk what seemed like half a mile down this foggy trail when I finally see a ladder. Slowly climbing up, I reach the floor of the stand and just as I look into the stand; a ()*(&*(&* SCREECH OWL is roosting in the stand and screeches. I don't know how I managed to stay on that ladder or not empty all internals, but as soon as it got light, I was searching the trees for a 'soon to be DEAD' owl. We later had a good laugh.</p><p></p><p>The really scariest moment came at the hands of an asshat in Colo. I was sitting under a tree, wearing ORANGE and glassing a valley. I catch a glimmer across the valley and look intently at the area. I finally see this asshat laying behind a log and looking at me THROUGH HIS RIFLE SCOPE!. I slowly lower my binocs and pick up my rifle. I point in his direction. He doesn't move. I lower the rifle and make exaggerated motions to turn the power up on my scope and look at him again. He still doesn't move. I raise my thumb and flick off the safety. He jumps and runs. I was shaking and PISSED. 3 days later, we are in town, season is over and we stop at a café for lunch on our way home. Asshat is sitting at the counter telling about how some fool is about to shoot him. We listen for a few minutes and determine it is indeed asshat. My buddy walks over and asks a few questions about the deleted details, such as his hiding behind a log and scoping me. The asshat blushes and then gets belligerent. A Sheriff was sitting in a back booth and intervenes before it gets REALLY serious. Escorts asshat to squad car and asks if I would like to press charges. ABSO****INGLUTELY. Hope he is still in custody and this was 30 years ago. We still talk about it and get pissed.</p><p></p><p>This past spring, I took 2 of my grandsons (13 and 10) fishing, our first trip in the boat I had just purchased. The wind got up and the anchor wasn't holding. We ended up on the rocks and the motor was in the mud. I finally had to get out of the boat and push it out enough to get the motor off the bottom. The oldest started the motor and it was in gear. They took off across the lake, both looking back at me standing in the water. I holler head to the boat ramp and they finally start turning that way. I walked the half mile to the ramp and see them at the boat dock. We get the boat on the trailer and start home. We get home and neither has said a word the entire way. Grandma asks how it went and the youngest says, "WE HAD A MAJOR ADVENTURE".</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="turkeyrun, post: 2362489, member: 27991"] Was on a spring turkey hunt. I was first to be dropped off to go to the blind, about 150 yrds from the road. About halfway to the blind, I get this 'feeling'. Stop and start looking around. The sun is just starting to peak over the horizon. I stand there for 15 minutes looking all around me. I finally get enough light to see this 7' rattler absorbing the morning sun under a mesquite about 3 feet from me. My scoped rifle is USELESS at that range. I grab the Colt ACE on my belt and empty a 10 round mag. Drop the mag and empty another 10 rounds. I hear the Jeep tearing up the round as my buddies are coming to see what WW111 is about. Almost an hour before my hands were steady enough to hold .22LR rounds and reload those mags. We had a good laugh. Went on a deer hunt with my neighbor on his lease. Got up that morning and it was so foggy visibility was 10 -15 feet. He drops me off and points at the trail, saying the stand was 150yrd (seeing a pattern here) up the trail. I walk what seemed like half a mile down this foggy trail when I finally see a ladder. Slowly climbing up, I reach the floor of the stand and just as I look into the stand; a ()*(&*(&* SCREECH OWL is roosting in the stand and screeches. I don't know how I managed to stay on that ladder or not empty all internals, but as soon as it got light, I was searching the trees for a 'soon to be DEAD' owl. We later had a good laugh. The really scariest moment came at the hands of an asshat in Colo. I was sitting under a tree, wearing ORANGE and glassing a valley. I catch a glimmer across the valley and look intently at the area. I finally see this asshat laying behind a log and looking at me THROUGH HIS RIFLE SCOPE!. I slowly lower my binocs and pick up my rifle. I point in his direction. He doesn't move. I lower the rifle and make exaggerated motions to turn the power up on my scope and look at him again. He still doesn't move. I raise my thumb and flick off the safety. He jumps and runs. I was shaking and PISSED. 3 days later, we are in town, season is over and we stop at a café for lunch on our way home. Asshat is sitting at the counter telling about how some fool is about to shoot him. We listen for a few minutes and determine it is indeed asshat. My buddy walks over and asks a few questions about the deleted details, such as his hiding behind a log and scoping me. The asshat blushes and then gets belligerent. A Sheriff was sitting in a back booth and intervenes before it gets REALLY serious. Escorts asshat to squad car and asks if I would like to press charges. ABSO****INGLUTELY. Hope he is still in custody and this was 30 years ago. We still talk about it and get pissed. This past spring, I took 2 of my grandsons (13 and 10) fishing, our first trip in the boat I had just purchased. The wind got up and the anchor wasn't holding. We ended up on the rocks and the motor was in the mud. I finally had to get out of the boat and push it out enough to get the motor off the bottom. The oldest started the motor and it was in gear. They took off across the lake, both looking back at me standing in the water. I holler head to the boat ramp and they finally start turning that way. I walked the half mile to the ramp and see them at the boat dock. We get the boat on the trailer and start home. We get home and neither has said a word the entire way. Grandma asks how it went and the youngest says, "WE HAD A MAJOR ADVENTURE". [/QUOTE]
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