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Message: <blockquote data-quote="TexSavage" data-source="post: 2933397" data-attributes="member: 6245">My dad, brother, my collage age son and I were hunting deer in west Texas. I realized that it was the first time all of us had deer hunted together. Ironically it was also the last time. In this part of Texas there are oil & gas wells all over the place and as one of the prime rules, one must be careful of what lies behind your intended target. Dad had always shot a Remington 7mm Rem Mag since it came out and was one of the best shots I knew. His expertise with that rifle and a sling was quite impressive. Running and distances of 300 yards was just unreal as the vast majority of his shots were heart shots. Must have been that Army training and unreal vision! Well dad was in his late 70's and he was complaining his rifle was off, as he had missed several deer. My brother and i were looking at him and tried to tell him his 8lb 7 mag might be making him flinch now since the recoil was significant.Bulls#@&t he says. My dad had two rules, number 1, he was always right, number 2, in case he is wrong, refer back to rule #1. So he decides he's gonna shoot that flat rock over there at about 100 yards and prove that it was the rifle and not him. We all said 'Dad, that's a real bad idea. There is so much oil and gas stuff. Don't do that!" As those words left our mouths he quickly shoulder his rifle and off went a round. He hit the rock dead center and began to grin. That grin quickly faded as a loud hissing sound began to emanate from the direction of the now deceased flat rock. A cloud of gasses began to form and within seconds it was bigger than any hot air balloon and was growing rapidly. My brother and I stuffed him into the truck along with my son and preceded to leave.At that time I had just gotten a phone that had GPS capability. I quickly got the coordinates and called the number posted and told them of the "Big Hissing Cloud and the coordinates of the location!" We met the well service truck as we were headed to town for lunch, which was very quiet and uneventful.Upon our return we met the well service guys coming out. Inquiring about the issue they said it was no big deal as it was a high pressure salt water disposal line. Funny thing they said as it had a very clean "gouge" in it. Never had seen anything like that, must have been a flaw. They repaired it and said no need to worry as no danger and damage was nonexistent.Well we wandered down where it started and low and behold was a two foot piece of orange pipe with a perfectly smooth .284 channel across it! Well needless to say we harassed dad all day! And now "The Rest of The Story"!!The next morning as we were loading up we headed to the blinds. We were in a side by side with a makeshift second set of seats in the back which were up high. My son and I where up in them. As we were about 100 yards into the trip, my son starts yelling "Uncle G, STOP!! Look,!!" As he points to our left. My brother hits the breaks, about throws us all out and starts shinning lights to the left. My son, explodes with his sighting, "Look, There are some of Papa's trophies!!" To our left were 30 foot pieces of, you guessed it, ORANGE PIPE. As we are all laughing hysterically, except for dad, he looks up and says "Smart *** grand son", and never says another word on the drive.Lost dad in 2019 due to cancer complications and just lost my brother in a tragic accident. This is an irreplaceable memory. One of those "Dad and I" hunting stories.</blockquote>

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