Hey another one for ya A couple of winters ago I was approached by the mother of a couple of kids I was coaching in air pistol. The oldest boy had been bugging mom and dad non stop for months for his own air rifle. This boy wa obsessed with the idea and had managed to save up enough money to get just about any break open air rifle available locally. So I phoned a friend of mine who had a nice rws air rifle for sale that had the stock modified for a shooter of smaller stature. The boy bought the rifle for a song and I helped him sight it in and got him a good supply of pellets. After much instruction and practice the boy was able to hit anything he tried for up to 30 yards. Know living on a farm there was a unlimited supply of sparrows and such for him to pick off. About 2 months later I got a phone call from the mother who proceeded to scream and yell about this rifle being to powerfull and how the son had been killing innocent little birds and mice. Turns out he had been feeding the riches of his afternoon hunts to his family cats and the mother had caught him and was horrified that this air rifle had enough power to off a sparrow? What the hell else was this thing for I mean the kid wanted to go hunting I guess the mom thought he would just scare the birds!! Any way she took the rifle away and the boy wasn't allowed to come to the range anymore to shoot our dangerous air guns
Last bow season I meet this 20 year old kid that just moved to my town from Missouri. I met him while scouting deer one night on this farm down the road from my house. Apparently he got permission from the owner of the farm who he met while working at a local hardware store.
He tells me that some of the local guys are giving him a hard time. bla bla bla. Anyway I take him to get his NY hunting license so he'll be all set for opening day. On the way there I start to see why he's having a hard time with these guys. He's bragging about knowing Jerry Martin, and about all the deer he shot. I mention to my wife that I was going to take this kid with me opening day, but he's such a BS'er that I'm changing my mind. Of course my wife gives me the "you were 20 once too" speech. So I take him.
I meet him at 4am opening day of archery and we wish each other luck and go to our spots. It was a light rain all day, but there was enough leaf cover that I barely got wet. Idiot boy is sitting uncovered getting soaked for hours. Fortunately for him it was nice weather.
Anyway, with about 30 minutes of light left, PRIME TIME, he come walking over to my spot. Rather than yell at him I calmly explain that in the future, I'll meet him at the trucks.
So we are walking back along a hedgerow to our left going downhill when we spot two does about 120 yards ahead of us walking along the hedgerow in front of us that goes from right to left. They are walking right toward the corner.
So Robin Hood decides that we should keep walking right up to them and shoot them. I explained to him how stupid that Idea was and suggested instead that we are fortunate that one of the paths through the hedgerow is to our left and we can get to the other side and set up on the other side of the corner where they are headed.
Note that based on the lay of the land, this was a no brainer. They never saw us and we had the wind as perfect as it could be.
So we cut through and walk down the other side of the hedgerow. We are just about the get to the other side of the trail they are going to come through, but instead of just standing there and waiting. $%^&head decides to go ahead of me in one of those "Great Moron Hunter" head down positions. I tell him to wait, but he ignores me and walks right to the trail. Then I watch in amazement as he make a right onto the trail and starts walking toward the deer who were now just 50 yards form the corner and would have come right to us in a few minutes. He draws back his bow and takes a 60 yard shot in medium-heavy rain. Then he turns to me and tells me he thinks he got her right in the heart! He was close to getting a shot in the jaw. That would have been the only shot he was going to connect with.
I was so pissed. Mostly because I though that he was selfish for running up to shoot one of the deer instead of trying to go for a double. But also because he had no chance to begin with. He didn't even have a range finder.
If only one deer came through I would have let the kid take it, but selfishness is worse than stupidity for me in most cases.
He even had the balls to try and tell me that he found the deer the next day and this guy helped him field dress it.
I told him that he probably shouldn't eat the meat since it was so warm. Ultimately, he told so many guys these BS stories that he was laughed off the farm.
farm boy with a gun and she didn't expect him to shoot to kill. What rock was she hiding under?
"I am a stone. I do not move. Very slowly, I put snow in my mouth and he won't see my breath. I take my time. . . I have only one bullet. I aim at his eye. Very gently, my finger presses on the trigger. I do not tremble. I have no fear"
I have a pretty good story of some stupid turkey hunters. A buddy and I are hunting MO turkey in the fall on private land. We busted up a flock before it got light. We set up about 75 yards apart with some decoys set up in the area we busted the birds. A little while after the sun rises we start to hear the jakes and hens call back and forth, so we start calling. Next thing I hear is a shotgun blast off, but it wasn't in the direction of my buddy. A second later, another shot and then I hear my buddy start yelling!! This stupid guy hears some turkey (my buddy and I) and belly crawls up to the top of the ridge from the opposite side we are set up on. He sees our decoy and desides to shoot. He didn't just shoot once, this idiot shot twice!! Well, just beyond our decoys from where this guy was shooting in the prone position was my hunting buddy. He got blasted twice with #4 shot. It didn't hurt him because it was cold out that fall morning so he had plenty of clothes on. The stupid city hunter just stood up and walked away. After regrouping and venting some frustration about the incident, we decide to leave and go tell the landowner. As we are walking back to the truck, we see this dummy and his two other idiot friends he was hunting with, trespassing on the neighboring land. They are walking in a line on the edge of a field and just happened to bust up a couple of turkey about 50 yards in front of them. Well, you guessed it, as if they were qual hunting or something, all three guys unload on the turkey as they flew away from them. I was completely shocked that there were such stupid people out there. After talking to the landowner, we found out that these men lived in the city and worked with the landowner. We told him about the incident and told him that his co-workers were not good hunters.
My favorite story to date is a bow that can shoot 460fps. A coworker of Lerch and mine said his brother had such a bow. I called him on it, and said I would bring my chrono to work and we'd test it. He stuttered around for awhile and then, after a phone call to his brother, said it was 416 fps. I told him I'd bet him $100 that the bow was not this fast. After somemore stuttering around we settled on 400 fps as the wager.
I brought my chrono to work and we shot the bow over it.
They moaned around and said that the chrono was off. The coworker then went out and shot some shotgun shells over it. They too were slower than than the published velocity. He did some math and came back saying the chrono was 10% off.
I threw some math back @ him. If he was correct, my 300 RUM was shooting the 125 gr BT @ 4334 FPS!!!! My .243 was shooting a 55 gr BT @ 4600 FPS!!!! Lerch's 22-250 was shooting a 55 gr BT @ 4125 FPS!!!!
Still haven't seen my money. I tried like hell, but it was clear that the only way I was going to get it was if I drug him out in the street and kicked the crap out of him, so I just let it go.
Location: The rifle range, or archery range or behind the computer in Alaska
Re: The dumbest thing you have ever heard..
I heard a work mate say to me that he could shoot 1000 yards with his .44 mag pistol.
Long range shooting is a process that ends with a result. Once you start to focus on the result (how bad your last shot was, how big the group is going to be, what your buck will score, what your match score is, what place you are in...) then you loose the capacity to focus on the process.