dok7mm
Well-Known Member
The humor thread has been sort of drying up lately, so I'll offer a humorous, but true story.
About 30 years ago on a high Mesa in Colorado, a hunting buddy and I were walking out adjacent ridges near the rim in the middle of the day. We were jumping enough non-shooters to keep us interested. Finally, it nearly paid off when I saw three bucks sneaking ahead of my friend. All were nice, but the best was a solid 170+ typical. I moved to a good opening and sat down for a knee stabilized shot. It was a perfect situation, when they stopped 200 yds. from me. I never pulled the trigger on what would have been my best buck, at that time. I just froze.
I just sat there frozen, until my buddy crossed over to my ridge and helped me to my feet. I was in extreme pain because I had plopped down into a bunch of that treacherous, nasty low growing cactus. I don't know what the real name is, but in Texas, we call it "dog pear". My lower legs and butt were covered in the stuff. My friend flipped a lot of the big chunks off with a knife blade, but the splines were bedded deep in my derriere. It was a very painful mile or so back to where the truck was parked. Then I was forced to ride in the bed of the truck, lying on my side, back to our camp.
Once back in camp, I finally got my jeans down and leaned on the tailgate while my friend used a Leatherman tool to extract several hundred spines from my butt and legs.
So, I'm leaning on the truck, cussing up a storm with every jerk of the pliers.
My buddy is on his knees now, removing the lower ones, when we hear "Smile, you're on candid camera". The game warden had snuck up on us, seems like they always do that, and was taking pictures of us in a rather strange posture.
The warden then got his first-aid kit out and proceded to help doctor me up. The bad part is those pictures are probably still floating around somewhere. Thank goodness it was before the internet and smart phones were invented, or you all would be viewing my bloody butt.
About 30 years ago on a high Mesa in Colorado, a hunting buddy and I were walking out adjacent ridges near the rim in the middle of the day. We were jumping enough non-shooters to keep us interested. Finally, it nearly paid off when I saw three bucks sneaking ahead of my friend. All were nice, but the best was a solid 170+ typical. I moved to a good opening and sat down for a knee stabilized shot. It was a perfect situation, when they stopped 200 yds. from me. I never pulled the trigger on what would have been my best buck, at that time. I just froze.
I just sat there frozen, until my buddy crossed over to my ridge and helped me to my feet. I was in extreme pain because I had plopped down into a bunch of that treacherous, nasty low growing cactus. I don't know what the real name is, but in Texas, we call it "dog pear". My lower legs and butt were covered in the stuff. My friend flipped a lot of the big chunks off with a knife blade, but the splines were bedded deep in my derriere. It was a very painful mile or so back to where the truck was parked. Then I was forced to ride in the bed of the truck, lying on my side, back to our camp.
Once back in camp, I finally got my jeans down and leaned on the tailgate while my friend used a Leatherman tool to extract several hundred spines from my butt and legs.
So, I'm leaning on the truck, cussing up a storm with every jerk of the pliers.
My buddy is on his knees now, removing the lower ones, when we hear "Smile, you're on candid camera". The game warden had snuck up on us, seems like they always do that, and was taking pictures of us in a rather strange posture.
The warden then got his first-aid kit out and proceded to help doctor me up. The bad part is those pictures are probably still floating around somewhere. Thank goodness it was before the internet and smart phones were invented, or you all would be viewing my bloody butt.
