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idahostatesman
01:37:36 Thu
Aug 25 2005
Hunting Stories
Share some of your hunting stories.

SCIDFISH
13:09:22 Thu
Aug 25 2005
Re: Hunting Stories
After hunting for a couple days, all I saw was ATV's.
Apparently the rules are not required for the owners of ATV's
I have one and get off the unit to hunt rather than run up and
around the hills at high speed, hoping to disturb something to
kill.

I have concluded that ATV's should be confiscated and
impounded when rhey are used for hunting. We can't have
Law Enforcement behind every tree, rather we need to
have responsible individuals. Using a ATV's to haul out the
game is good.:smash:

colt45
14:48:04 Thu
Aug 25 2005
Re: Big Game
Back in the day , my dad and I went deer hunting . We walked in a big circle for about 4 hours and saw nothing . Back at the truck dad was unloading his .06 when a small chipmunk hoped up on a log . The great white hunter drew a bead on this dangerous beast and ---------- he vaporized it .
I tried to find the tail so I could "mount" it . (as a joke) Nothing --- it was like Scotty had beamed it up .
It would of looked good over dad's fireplace .
Reddog

bushbasher
13:34:56 Mon
Aug 29 2005
Re: Big Game
I was with 4 other guys when a deer ran through a meadow. Everyone opened up on it. It fell on the far side of the meadow and started screaming. It sounded like Help Help Help. It wouldn't shut up so one of my friends sawed its throat in half with his buck knife to make it stop. Its eyes were bugging out. The animal was begging for its life. Then we cleaned it. I've smelled septic tanks that were far better. We drug it through the dirt on a hot day back to the truck. I haven't shot anything since.

colt45
23:40:52 Tue
Aug 30 2005
Re: Big Game
bushbasher --------- Good !
Reddog

woodsman1st
16:42:39 Wed
Feb 8 2006
Re: Big Game
A typical anti-hunting fabrication; either that, or a bunch of nimrods out hunting and not knowing what they are doing. "four guys opened up on it and it still ran too the other side of the meadow; nobody knew how to shoot I guess; 1 shot should have done it!
Four guys dragged this deer through the dirt?; 4 guys and you could not carry it?; no game bag to keep the dirt and leaves off the deer?; seems like some basic hunting skills are sadly lacking!
It smelled like a septic tank when we cleaned it; yeah gut shots will do that; see the end of the first paragraph for the solution.
The rest of this PETA message is so ridiculous it's not worth commenting about.

If you did not care for that "wild taste" try soaking it in deisel fuel for a week; that should help it.

I too am glad your not hunting anymore; of course it's doubtfull you ever did go hunting telling a PETA tale like that.

colt_45
17:19:25 Wed
Feb 8 2006
Re: Big Game
woodsman1st ----------------- You are the poster boy for hunters -------------- dumber than a sack of wet mice .
Reddog


woodsman1st
23:15:37 Fri
Feb 10 2006
Re: Big Game
Reddog; so your an anti-hunter as well?...I am surprised. However even an anti-hunter with any brains has to recognize that tale as a fabrication based on a lack of knowledge.

colt_45
23:21:56 Fri
Feb 10 2006
Re: Big Game
woodsman1st --------------- No , just idiots with guns.
Reddog

woodsman1st
23:56:25 Fri
Feb 10 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
NOW HERE IS A TRUE STORY ABOUT SMART GRIZZLY BEARS!

Sometime back in the 60's I was in an area known as Fairwell Alaska; my little J3 Piper Cub had a fuel problem and I was forced to land on a gravel bar...no big deal.

As I was hiking out to the little FAA settlement called Fairwell I had a hair-raising experience. As I rounded a large granite outcropping, I surprised a big old grizzy at 20 yards...too darn close for comfort. As I backed up towards a tree that was about 25 feet tall; the grizzly decided to charge. I quickly slipped my Trapper Nelson Backpack off my shoulder and threw it on the ground in front of the Grizzly; as he stopped to maul my Trapper Nelson, I raised my 35 Whelan and pulled the trigger....CLICK! Nothing happend; not knowing if it was a misfire, or if I had a broken fireing pin, I dropped the rifle and quickly climbed up the tree with the Grizzly right behind me; I made it to the top of this small tree just in time.

When the Grizzly stood on his hind legs, the bottoms of my feet were only about 3 feet above his extended paws that were swinging and slashing at my feet. Then the Griz droped to all fours and began chewing and digging at the roots of this small tree; then he would stand up and push and pull the tree trying to knock me out. He made that little tree sway a lot; but could not knock me out of it; so he went back to digging and chewing at the roots; then back up to pushing and pulling on the tree. I hung on for dear life. This was one smart Griz as I was soon to find out.

After about 45 minutes of of the above action the Griz took off. I waited up in the tree for about a half hour to be sure he was gone; then slowly climbed down. I went right over to my rifle and jacked the shell out, and sure enough there was no indentation on the primer...I had a broken fireing pin. Just as I was about to leave, I looked up and here came that Grizzly again; only this time he had brought back another Griz to help him get me out of the tree. I scrambled right back up in that tree as high as I could go; which was not very high.

Then the two of them worked together chewing and digging at the roots of the tree; then they would both stand up on their hind legs and push and pull that tree so much it really started swingging badly...I was long past being scared now; I was terrified; and screaming at the top of my lungs. This went on for almost an hour; but they couldn't shake me out. I didn't know Grizzly Bears were smart enough to go get help; I would quickly learn just how smart they were.

After what seemed like forever they finally left; but I was too scared to get right down out of the tree. Trying to see if they were just hiding behind that granite outcropping I would break off small branches and throw them at the outcropping...nothing.

I finally got up enough courage to climb down out of that tree; I quickly grabbed my rifle and backpack and was just about to hightail it out of there, when I looked up and saw a sight that haunts me to this day. Those two huge Grizzly Bears were on their way back; only this time they were leading a Beaver by the hands over to my tree.

That was when I fully realized just how smart those Grizzly Bears are.

A friend of mine happened to be flying by and seeing my J3 on a gravel bar came looking for me. He scared the Grizzly Bears and the Beaver away or I would not be here today.

You folks watch out for Grizzly's when your out in the woods!!!!

readingeye
03:09:56 Sun
Feb 12 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Good story Woodsman. I believed it all up until the beaver. I am suprised the bears didn't rip the plane to shreds.

woodsman1st
15:19:42 Sun
Feb 12 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Thanks Readingeye; I have always enjoyed telling tall tales such as that one. A sense of humor is a must in todays world.

woodsman1st
15:41:06 Sun
Feb 12 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Thanks Readingeye; I have always enjoyed telling tall tales such as that one. A sense of humor is a must in todays world.

The story was true up until I climbed the tree. After tossing my Trapper Nelson Backpack at the Griz, he sniffed it and smelled the summer sausage I had made out of Carribou; I always kept some in there for survival ; along with some other stuff. He then made himself a meal out of that, kind of shredded my backpack looking for more, and then wandered off to do more bear things. I made it to Fairwell and a friend went back with me to repair the J3; after which I flew on to McGrath.

As is the norm up there (or at least it used to be back in the 50's and 60's) I then had to embelish the story at the local pub; while someone else thought up a more outrageous story. As the saying goes: "The first liar doesn't have a chance".

bushbasher
14:49:09 Tue
Feb 14 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Just believe what you want to woodsman. That's the way some people are to their own detriment. In fact I should have started the story out a little earlier. Before we saw the deer run across the meadow we heard about 4 shots coming from another group of hunters. That poor little deer didn't stand a chance. Maybe up in Alaska you can have a hunt that will take you back to your primitive ways but here in Idaho the hunting has been getting crowded for some time. You know kind of like combat fishing next to some hatchery up in Alaska but then again that would be a peta story to you. Or is that what real men do , ya dumb as.

woodsman1st
01:02:39 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
MY my is Bushbashers widdle feelings tweaked a tad.

Sorry bud but your story branded you as a non-hunter, trying to sound like a hunter. Yours was the typical PETA horror story!

IF YOUR STORY IS REALLY TRUE, then some marksmanship classes are truly in order; as well as attending a fish and game seminar on how to handle a deer when it is down.

"That poor little deer didn't have a chance"; that is so funny! From what you wrote he had plenty of chances; a total of eight chances from the EIGHT SHOTS (according to what you wrote) that you and your fellow nimrods wasted.

Sounds like you don't know any more about hunting and fishing than you do politics bushbasher. I am not a big fan of the POTUS, although I voted for him in both elections. But the Democraps don't have a worthy opponent for POTUS. Even though I cannot afford to be a Republican, I am forced to vote that way unless I want another Democrap that lied under oath, and Hanoi Kerry consorted with the enemy during a time of war, to be POTUS. Sad part is that the extreme left has taken control of the Democraps and your leaders like the great swimmer Ken-hic-dy; it was not sex Clinton; and Hanoi Kerry; are a disgrace. So be prepared to lose again in 08 with that hag Hilary.
Oh and did you read what your hero Gore had to say about America while in Saudi Arabia???? Talk about treason....

Happy hunting to you NIMROD......ROFLMAO

colt_45
01:23:21 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
woodsman1st ------------------- I'll bet you wear a baseball cap and spit a lot . Mud on your boots makes you all warm and fuzzy inside and Jack Daniels just isn't for breakfast anymore . Your a manly man . Pleaseeeeeeeeeee.
Reddog

woodsman1st
03:15:25 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Hiya Reddog;

Nope; wrong on all counts; your sarcasim is wasted. I just pointed out the silliness of bushbashers posts on hunting; what's got your undies all in a bunch anyway??

I don't drink; don't wear any kind of hat unless it's cold!

I was a hunter safety instructor for 14 years or so; I was a registered guide in Alaska for a number of years; I am a qualified marksman with pistol and rifle, and average 18 out of 20 on trap and skeet; been hunting for a little over 50 years now with bow, rifle, handgun, rifle, and shotgun; was a District Manager for Kmart, took an early retirement and went back to school for 6 years and got a Masters in Geo/Archaeology; now fully retired and spend my time hunting and fishing and working in my vegetable garden.
I was a Democrap for most of my life up until Kennedy was asassiinated; then the party went so far left and lost all their honor I was forced to become a Republican; not happy about that; but they are the lesser of two evils. Sure wish we had the old Democrats back; but not much chance of that in my lifetime...perhaps a 3rd party...again not in my lifetime. I am a veteran; did a kiddie cruise in Korea in the mid 50's; got 4 wonderful kids...3 girls and one boy and 9 grankids...all horsemen/women that enjoy hunting and fishing...I am the only one without a horse now; my knees just won't let me ride anymore sad to say. So I am just an average American; not extreme in any way; I don't BS; unless it's like my Bear Story and telling those obvious tall tales is just plain fun. When I do see someone spreading BS like bushbashers hosspucky story; why I just have to point out the facts.

We have enough idiots out there trying to stop our hunting and fishing; we have enough idiots trying to prevent us from going in the woods and backcountry; and we have enough idiots trying to take away our guns and the right to carry; as it is. We don't need idiotic stories like bushbashers to hurt our image, and give the girlie men of the world more ammunition to take away these rights and priveledges.

So that's who I am and what I stand for...don't like it??? That's your right; but I don't give a rat's butt if you do or don't.

So far I have not read any posts from you that bother me; many of your comments I agree with; a few I don't. But then you haven't told any obvious BS stories like bushbasher has; at least none that I have read.

One last thing; I don't like ILLEGAL ALIENS here in America; round them up and ship them back across the border in cattle cars. Then build a big wall; put armed troops on the border; and allow only those that immigrate to America in the LEGAL WAY!!!!!

MI CASA "NOT" YU CASA.....ILLEGALS GO HOME!



colt_45
12:48:47 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
woodsman1st ------------------- There was a time in this country when putting meat on the table was a necessity , it got you through the winter . That is not the case anymore .
I find it arrogant to take a high power rifle and end a wild animals life for sport . It's like bullfighting , another great sport . Why people think they must kill something to prove there dominance over it is to me childish .
I am a gun "nut" and I run into the great white hunter all the time , I usually just ignore them . But your hip shot at bushbasher and the PETA reverence was asinine . You want to go kill something go right ahead , hell run over the neighbors cat on the way out of town if thats what rings your bell . But if I don't want to tag along I'm sure you'll understand .
Reddog

colt_45
14:13:11 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Now this I belive :

http://newfunpages.com/blondegoescamping.php3

Reddog

woodsman1st
15:04:35 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Understood Reddog; that is your opinion and I can respect it for the most part because you are not putting forth halfassed storys about make believe hunting trips.

My oldest daughter no longer hunts because, while she enjoys the hunt, she does not like the killing part. However she does like to eat venison, and other wild game, when properly cared for after the kill. She does still like to go fishing though.

That was a great site; funny as hell. I lovc starting the day off with a good laugh. I sent it to my middle daughter who is a blond.

Take care.

PS It was not a hip shot. lol

colt_45
15:34:13 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Duck :

http://today.myway.com/toonedview/id/0.html

Reddog

colt_45
15:38:04 Wed
Feb 15 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Dead Eye [d---] and the apology :

http://today.myway.com/toonedview/id/3.html

Reddog

woodsman1st
14:26:43 Thu
Feb 16 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Cute...but gallows humor and more fodder for the anti-gun nuts.
It's sad, but accidents do happen.

I knew 2 young men in their teens that went out deer hunting; both excellent shots. After spotting a nice buck the first young man braced himself against the trunk of a tree and took aim at the buck through his scope. His friend not seeing his friend taking aim stepped in front of the rifle just as the trigger was pulled. He was killed instantly. The young shooter spent several months in a hospital, under therapy for severe depression; two weeks after being released he took his own life. He just could not live with the knowledge that he had killed his lifelong friend.

That was back in the late 60's. That is when I decided to become a hunter safety instructor, and stayed with that for 15 or so years.

That was also an accident, very simular to Cheneys; an unseen companion stepping into the line of fire...happens every year.

Consequently, I urge everyone to take a little time to teach firearms safety to all new hunters regardless of age. While I do not like adding more gun laws; I would like to see a bill requireing all new gun owners be required to take a firearms safety class prior the purchase of their first firearm....REGARDLESS OF AGE OF THE APPLICANT.

That's my two cents worth on this subject.

bushbasher
14:42:34 Thu
Feb 16 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
Geez, all the crap I've given you and you stand up for me reedog. Thanks, I'll try to be more understanding. Hey woodsman. My story was about a bunch of high school kids too. No we didn't have all the luxuries that you seem to thin hunters carry. I didn't shoot I ducked but the shot was good. It was about 75 yards and the deer was on a panic run.
I had gun safety when I was young. It was put on by the local police. They spent about 15 minutes talking about it then the rest of the time we shot at targets. You need to take it seriously to get something out of it and I doubt Cheney did. Remember its a sport and its lots more fun to be a little late than sorry.
I had same thing happen to me once shooting quail and I turned and my friends head was right in front of my gun. Thank god I didn't shoot. That bird was so trivial in my life it would have been the worst mistake of my life. It's about machoism and being the best great hunter that puts people in jeopardy.

colt_45
14:54:52 Thu
Feb 16 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
woodsman1st ---------------------- I would be the last person on this board to be anti-gun . I have 2 safes full ( and this you wont like ) several scattered around the house .
But I'm sure we both know that not everyone should be allowed to own a 'beany flipper " , let alone a gun .
Gun safety is important unless it's carried to the point of making the gun ineffective .
Reddog

woodsman1st
15:36:19 Thu
Feb 16 2006
Re: Big Game and very smart bears
I agree with you Reddog, 100%. I also have a few guns placed around the house; I also carry full time and have for many years; as do my 3 daughters and my son.

You know the old saying: "Just because I am paranoid, doesn't mean they are not after me". lol

I particularly agree with your last sentence.

BB
I wish I had a few luxuries when I go fishing and hunting; particularly now that my knees creak, grate and ache. The only luxury I now have is a 30 year old, 15 foot travel trailer that I restored. I still use the coleman lantern and stove I was given as a wedding present back in 1959. I miss the days when I could just pitch a spike camp in any kind of weather, way back in the boonies. Getting old really sucks !

Hunter Safety training has really changed since you took it I guess. Even when I was teaching it, 15 hours of classroom study was required; and then a written test. The last day was on the shooting range. ...IF you passed the written test. My 9 year old Grandson will be taking it this year in time for turkey season; and my son tells me that the training is even longer now...much longer. I don't remember just what he told me; but I believe it is something like 30 hours or more now...I think that is great.

I agree with a lot of what you say in your last sentence BB; that is something that good instructors will stress.

I have found that one of the most dangerous situations that can happen while hunting, is when a bird flies between you and your hunting partner. That happened to my son and I this year while duck hunting. I was swinging left on the bird and my son was swinging right on the bird; we saw each other and our gun barrels went up and the bird got away. Sure glad I was hunting with my son that day and not some stranger.
My backside still has shot in it from hunting on a reserve when I was 18 or so. I was swinging on a pheasant as was some stranger; I spun right around instantly as soon as I saw him; and my backside was peppered pretty good with a load of 6 shot. That smarted pretty good. Consequently I never hunt in crowds of any kind; never hunt with strangers.

One of the most frightening things that can happen while out hunting, is to be looking through your binnoculars for a buck, or whatever, and see some moron looking back at you through his scope. That has happened to me several times in 50 or so years of hunting. That's what caused me to take up bow hunting many years ago. Can't pull a bow any more due to torn rotator cuff surgery, from geting bucked off some worthless horse; so I am back to gun hunting once again. That also is an issue that is normally stressed during hunter safety training.

woodsman1st
23:47:13 Thu
Feb 16 2006
How a fish saved my life...true story!
Years ago, when I was about 10, my dad took me deep sea fishing on a party boat. It was a full day trip and a long ride to the fishing grounds for Yellow Tail Tuna. I got bored sitting in the cabin with all the adults on the way out; so I went topside to just look around. I spent a little time on the bow (front) and finally ended up on the fantail (rear) of the boat.
I started tossing some baitfish up to the seagulls following the boat, and got a real kick out of the way they would swoop and dive after the baitfish I was throwing at them. I leaned over the fantail to watch them dive down for the baitfish, when a huge swell caught the boat; I lost my ballance and was very suddenly in the water.

Being only a fair swimmer at best; I became panic stricken and started to scream for help. Nobody heard me! And I watched the boat gert further and further away. I started to get very tired and was having trouble staying afloat....then I started to go under the water; and my short life actually did flash before my eyes.

You have heard how a drowning man will clutch at a straw trying to stay afloat? Well that's kinda what I did. As I was going down, for what I was sure was the last time, a small Puffer fish swam by me while i was sinking. Frantically I grabbed for it; got hold of it, and due to the spines on it's back I was able to hang on. Well that little Puffer fish swelled up full of air, into a large ball, as they do when you tickle their belly. Pretty soon I was floating on the surface and holding on to that Puffer fish for dear life.

After an hour or so my Dad noticed I was missing; and the boat came back at full speed looking for me. They found me floating on the surface, still holding on to that little Puffer fish with all my might. I was a pretty tired kid when they hauled me out of that water.

I still won't eat any fish that comes out of the ocean; every time I do, I think of that little Puffer fish that saved my life, and lose my appetite.

I know that is an unusual story; but it's the absolute truth; I swear!

colt_45
00:22:02 Fri
Feb 17 2006
Re: How a fish saved my life...true story!
Hey Bushbasher --------------- We are both into salt water fish , you want to tell him what Puffers "swell" up with , or should I .
Be nice , it was a good story .
Reddog

readingeye
04:47:05 Fri
Feb 17 2006
Re: How a fish saved my life...true story!
Woodsman,
I want to take you on my next camping trip so the kids can hear a good story around the campfire at night.

woodsman1st
19:59:19 Tue
Feb 28 2006
ANOTHER TRUE STORY FROM WOODSY
I have a long history of telling "true storys"; my children grew up on them. My oldest daughter and I were talking the other day and I mentioned how a very few in here seemed to doubt some of my true life adventures. She got to laughing and reminded me of somethi9ng that happened to her in first grade.

Along with such true storys as the time I rescued her from the jaws of a mountain lion; ( a mountain lion had grabbed her as an infant and ran off with her. I, swinging through the trees on vines like Tarzan: caught up with the lion stuck my hand down his throat, grabbed him by the tail and plumb turned him inside out!); were many other true tales she and her brother and sisters grew up on.

Well my daughter T. grew up with such tales as my being a blood brother to Geronimo, Cochise, Danial Boone, etc. I regaled her, and her siblings, with tales of my heroics, fighting the US Calvary along side my many Indian blood brothers.
When T. was in the first grade she told her teacher of my many exploits of heroism along side of my Indian blood brothers. Well the teacher thought it best to tell T. that those stories were not true; and I was just making them up. My daughter T. came home from school in tears; telling me about her teacher. I was infuriated with the teacher; but as it was a Friday, and the teacher had broken no laws, there was nothing I could do....but man was I pissed off!

I lived in Lake Tahoe at the time; and the next day took T. up to Virginia City to see the wild mustangs. Afterwards we stopped off at the Bucket of Blood Saloon in Virginia City; a local tourist trap and a fun place to go.

Unknown to me, a friend of mine, nicknamed Tiny, was working in there on the weekends. Now Tiny was a full Apache Indian, and normally was in charge of the Bureau of Indian Affairs in Carson City. Tiny was about five foot five; weighed about 250 pounds; had hair way down to his waist or so; and had the loudest voice I have ever heard.

As T. and I entered the Bucket of Blood I heard a loud, very loud, war whoop; and someone hollered out "WOODSY". There was tiny in full Indian regalia; buckskins, warpaint, full head-dress, waving a tomahawk and charging towards me. He gave me a huge bear hug; laughing and hollering all the time. Tiny was NOT a quiet man. After he got through mauling me, I went to introduce him to my daughter who was standing there with her mouth wide open and eyes bugging out of her head...slightly scared.. Well Tiny picked her up and gave her a hug as well and put her at ease. We went over to the bar and sat T. on a barstool (legal in Virginia City). Before Tiny and I could start talking, T. told Tiny what her teacher had said about my exploits as a blood brother to various Indians. Well Tiny was a true friend.

Tiny cut a thong off his buckskins; took an eagle feather out of his war bonnet, turned T. around on the bar stool, and began braiding her hair into a ponytail; weaving the buskskin thong and eagle feather into her very long black hair; all the while assuring her that I was indeed a full blood brother to not only himself, but every famous war chief he could think of. He went on to tell her the wildest tales about our exploits he could think of...he put me to shame with his story telling skills. My little girls eyes got bigger and bigger with every wild tale Tiny could come up with. When he was done braiding her long hair with several strands of buskskin, and the eagle feather; he made her a buckskin headband and stuck another eagle feather in it.. My God, could that man tell "true storys" about us in the good old days.

On Monday when T. went back to school, convinced that her teacher was an idiot, she insisted on wearing her headband with the eagle feather; and her hair still braided; hell, she would not let us wash her hair for a month for fear we could not braid it as good as Tiny did. I went with her to school and as T. went on to class I stopped by the Principles office and told him what had happend on Friday and over the weekend.
I felt the teacher was wrong to tell a child of five that the tales her father had been telling her were lies. The Princiiple agreed with me. We went down to T.'s class and found her and the teacher arguing about Tiny's and my tall tales.

The principle called the teacher out of class and down to his office to explain to her, in private, the errors of her ways. Later that year she was fired for telling my daughter T., and all her classmates that Santa Claus was not real.

We all need to believe in Santa Claus, we all need to have heros, we all need to believe in the un-believable; for the child in all of us.

These days it fills me with joy to tell all those "true tales" of my past adventures to all my Grandchildren; as my children sit by with smiles of recollection on their faces. Nowadays it's Wyatt, my 4 year old Grandson who listens and believes in all that his "pardna", Grampa, tells him. And of course mere "gurls" like his Mom can't call him "Pardna"; only his Dad and Grampa have that privelidge.

In a couple of days i will tell you folks about the time I, and my faithfull gun-bearer Jomo, climbed Mount Kilimanjaro after a couple of man eating lions....a true story that will have you on the edge of your collective seats!

Take care all.:rolleyes:



woodsman1st
20:26:41 Tue
Feb 28 2006
Re: ANOTHER TRUE STORY FROM WOODSY
A little side note here: in my 70 summers, and one winter, on this good earth, I have been fortunate to have had several real life adventures that at times got a little hairy. The problem is, that now friends have a tad of difficulty telling my true life adventures, from an occasional "windy"; as my Grampa used to call them. I guess I "MAY" deserve a little doubtfull looks due to the occasional "windy". But you folks can rest assured that every tale I tell on this board is the absolute truth...trust me! :wink: Wel most of them anyway.

Take care all
Woodsy:smile:

colt_45
21:25:04 Tue
Feb 28 2006
Re: ANOTHER TRUE STORY FROM WOODSY
woodsman1st ------------------------ Hey . I believe ya , "Windy's" are nothing new around here . I have it narrowed down to Nalleys Chile or Pickled Beets --------- Research continues .
Reddog


colt_45
16:16:44 Fri
Mar 10 2006
Re: ANOTHER TRUE STORY FROM WOODSY
woodsman1st ---------------------- Does your wife hunt?


http://www.funthumb.com/jokes/deer.htm

Reddog

colt_45
12:28:50 Wed
Jul 12 2006
Re: ANOTHER TRUE STORY
Somewhere in Idaho :


http://today.myway.com/toonfunview/id/10.html

Reddog



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