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<blockquote data-quote="daniel brothers" data-source="post: 1034433" data-attributes="member: 23208"><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><strong><span style="color: red"><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">Part 4….</span></span></strong></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">After lunch I bid them goodbye with the information that it might be a couple of days before I could get back over here. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">Bull was quick to say that the run of his places were now mine to enjoy, and that I should report my kill numbers… even wounded coyote numbers… to his secretary at the office down the road, so that she could mail me a check each week. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> All I could say in my stunned stupor was, Thank You, and that he didn't have to do that… </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">but he insisted, with his final nail in the deal by saying that a Workman was Worthy of His Hire… and that there were no free rides around here… If you're shooting them… then you're helping me and mine. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">It was a good thing that my Chevy knew its way home, because I don't even remember that ride back to my place… I would have missed a turn or two, but the steering wheel knew what it was doing better than I did because I was caught up in the video replay of my mind. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">My Wife met me on the white steps of the front porch and instantly said…. What happened, you're as white as a ghost. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">I was quick to tell her that all was good… better than good… unbelievably good, and that it was too much to tell at the moment, and that I'd take her out to dinner tonight and tell her the whole story… but for right now… I needed a nap. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">Later that evening, and by the time we finished off our favorite meal of Shrimp Scampi and Lobster… and a full bottle of red wine… my wife was whiter than her napkin. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">All she could say was… Honey, it ain't over yet, I've got an early, Red Wine, Birthday Gift for you tonight… which included her snickering smile. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> NOW… I knew I was in HEAVEN. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">A couple of mornings later, my headlights and I were slowly creeping along the rim of a promising looking ravine for the spot that looked good on the ranch map. The ravine broke off into several drainages, which made for great coyote travel corridors… it even had two barbwire fence lines crisscrossing in the bottom. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">Knowing how coyotes love to run fence lines… I made sure my low profile turkey chair and shooting sticks were focused in that direction… especially since Mr. Shockwave was set up half way down there on a fence post. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> I didn't have to play Bay-Bee Cottontail but a minute or so when I caught sight of a hard charger coming up the fence line to my right… with its two buddies lagging behind… which stopped around the 200 yd mark… while they watched their sucker buddy running at the caller and through the fence, and about losing his man hood on the barb wire. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> I shifted Mr. Screamer over to the right until Mr. Vortex was lined up onto a Mr. Sucker, and it was then that Mr. Basix released a blazing Mr. Hornady Vmax into the now, tipped over Benjamin Franklin. Once again… Mr. Silencer didn't scare them out of the country, but the other two ran up the far side of the ravine and stop, while looking back and forth from the caller to their napping buddy… in a state of confusion. A moment of confusion will get you killed out here as the Screamer was already sending another round into another Benji. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">The third one had enough and ran out of sight over the ridge line. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> After a few minutes I woke up and realized that I hadn't activated the Shock Bang, and that Pup in Distress was not screaming. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">I quickly made the handheld remote tell the caller to start screaming it out, and within a minute, Mr. 3rd Benji came up on top of the ridge line for a look-see. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> Its distance made me take a quick check on Mr. Leica, which said… it was only a mere 377 yds. I only had a facing chest shot… but the absence of wind said to aim center mass of the throat and let her drop in. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">It seemed like I was in Auto Mode, because I was jolted awake as another Vmax tipped over another $100.00 bill… AKA… Mr. Benj. I later found out that it had dropped 4-5" and hit center mass in the chest. The impact tipped it over so hard… I doubt that it even blinked its eyes. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">After a few more minutes of calling without anymore Benjis arriving… I shut it all down… sitting in silence… milking the morning calm… and watched the glowing orange sunrise. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">After soaking it up a little bit, I thought… Man… I wish I had one of those PM Boys here with me to go fetch all those fury victims… and drag them to the truck. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> I had to chuckle as I realized that they were probably a lot like me… wanting to pull the trigger more than drag the critters…LOL. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">I finally got them all arranged on the tailgate for pictures… got out my NEW camera… turned it on… looked into the view finder and saw it flashing….Insert SD Card. SD CARD…? What…? Tim…? You forgot to insert the SD Card and left it at home…. Probably the fault of having too much Birthday Cake the other night. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">All I could do was simply shake my head in disbelief as I drove towards the Ranch House looking for Tron. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> Along the way I pulled over, as Bull was driving my way and wanting to stop and talk. He said… You must have three of them, because I heard your shots. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> After I smiled and told him a quick version on this morning's action,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> he said…. Tim, I need a favor from you. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> I thought…what?... you need a favor from me…? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'"> As I sat there perplexed, he went into further detail. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">He continued saying…. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">Since you will be running all over my ranch properties… and all my hands and neighbors will be confused as to who's truck it is on my property… it would help me out if you would take over this Red Dodge of mine and make it yours… and use it all the time… everywhere you go. I trade in trucks every three years and this one is due, but if you don't mind, I'd rather write if off to you as a business expense. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">Get all your gas and repairs down there at Jackson's Gas and Garage, and they will charge it all to me as a Ranch expense. I was heading into town today to trade this one off for another Red Dodge, but you can kill two birds with one stone by helping me out from Vehicle-Ranch confusion, and saving me time from the process of the trading deal… I'll have one of the girls take me to town to pick up my new one, that's waiting on me. If that will work for you, then I'll have Tron and his helper follow you home with Big Red for you to have forever… unless we upgrade you in a few years. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">After hearing his words, my body went so limp, that my foot came off the clutch and popped the gear into a jolting stall out. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">We both laughed as the truck shuddered… and as I spit and stuttered my words of acceptance and appreciation for his more than generous offer. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">It was now an hour later when I looked into my rear view mirror and saw the reality of Tron following me back home… in Big Red. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Calibri'">Part 5 is coming….</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 12px"> </span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="daniel brothers, post: 1034433, member: 23208"] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [B][COLOR=red][FONT=Calibri]Part 4….[/FONT][/COLOR][/B] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]After lunch I bid them goodbye with the information that it might be a couple of days before I could get back over here. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]Bull was quick to say that the run of his places were now mine to enjoy, and that I should report my kill numbers… even wounded coyote numbers… to his secretary at the office down the road, so that she could mail me a check each week. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] All I could say in my stunned stupor was, Thank You, and that he didn’t have to do that… [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]but he insisted, with his final nail in the deal by saying that a Workman was Worthy of His Hire… and that there were no free rides around here… If you’re shooting them… then you’re helping me and mine. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]It was a good thing that my Chevy knew its way home, because I don’t even remember that ride back to my place… I would have missed a turn or two, but the steering wheel knew what it was doing better than I did because I was caught up in the video replay of my mind. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]My Wife met me on the white steps of the front porch and instantly said…. What happened, you’re as white as a ghost. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]I was quick to tell her that all was good… better than good… unbelievably good, and that it was too much to tell at the moment, and that I’d take her out to dinner tonight and tell her the whole story… but for right now… I needed a nap. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]Later that evening, and by the time we finished off our favorite meal of Shrimp Scampi and Lobster… and a full bottle of red wine… my wife was whiter than her napkin. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]All she could say was… Honey, it ain’t over yet, I’ve got an early, Red Wine, Birthday Gift for you tonight… which included her snickering smile. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] NOW… I knew I was in HEAVEN. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]A couple of mornings later, my headlights and I were slowly creeping along the rim of a promising looking ravine for the spot that looked good on the ranch map. The ravine broke off into several drainages, which made for great coyote travel corridors… it even had two barbwire fence lines crisscrossing in the bottom. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]Knowing how coyotes love to run fence lines… I made sure my low profile turkey chair and shooting sticks were focused in that direction… especially since Mr. Shockwave was set up half way down there on a fence post. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] I didn’t have to play Bay-Bee Cottontail but a minute or so when I caught sight of a hard charger coming up the fence line to my right… with its two buddies lagging behind… which stopped around the 200 yd mark… while they watched their sucker buddy running at the caller and through the fence, and about losing his man hood on the barb wire. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] I shifted Mr. Screamer over to the right until Mr. Vortex was lined up onto a Mr. Sucker, and it was then that Mr. Basix released a blazing Mr. Hornady Vmax into the now, tipped over Benjamin Franklin. Once again… Mr. Silencer didn’t scare them out of the country, but the other two ran up the far side of the ravine and stop, while looking back and forth from the caller to their napping buddy… in a state of confusion. A moment of confusion will get you killed out here as the Screamer was already sending another round into another Benji. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]The third one had enough and ran out of sight over the ridge line. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] After a few minutes I woke up and realized that I hadn’t activated the Shock Bang, and that Pup in Distress was not screaming. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]I quickly made the handheld remote tell the caller to start screaming it out, and within a minute, Mr. 3rd Benji came up on top of the ridge line for a look-see. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] Its distance made me take a quick check on Mr. Leica, which said… it was only a mere 377 yds. I only had a facing chest shot… but the absence of wind said to aim center mass of the throat and let her drop in. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]It seemed like I was in Auto Mode, because I was jolted awake as another Vmax tipped over another $100.00 bill… AKA… Mr. Benj. I later found out that it had dropped 4-5” and hit center mass in the chest. The impact tipped it over so hard… I doubt that it even blinked its eyes. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]After a few more minutes of calling without anymore Benjis arriving… I shut it all down… sitting in silence… milking the morning calm… and watched the glowing orange sunrise. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]After soaking it up a little bit, I thought… Man… I wish I had one of those PM Boys here with me to go fetch all those fury victims… and drag them to the truck. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] I had to chuckle as I realized that they were probably a lot like me… wanting to pull the trigger more than drag the critters…LOL. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]I finally got them all arranged on the tailgate for pictures… got out my NEW camera… turned it on… looked into the view finder and saw it flashing….Insert SD Card. SD CARD…? What…? Tim…? You forgot to insert the SD Card and left it at home…. Probably the fault of having too much Birthday Cake the other night. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]All I could do was simply shake my head in disbelief as I drove towards the Ranch House looking for Tron. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] Along the way I pulled over, as Bull was driving my way and wanting to stop and talk. He said… You must have three of them, because I heard your shots. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] After I smiled and told him a quick version on this morning’s action,[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] he said…. Tim, I need a favor from you. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] I thought…what?... you need a favor from me…? [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] As I sat there perplexed, he went into further detail. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]He continued saying…. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]Since you will be running all over my ranch properties… and all my hands and neighbors will be confused as to who’s truck it is on my property… it would help me out if you would take over this Red Dodge of mine and make it yours… and use it all the time… everywhere you go. I trade in trucks every three years and this one is due, but if you don’t mind, I’d rather write if off to you as a business expense. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]Get all your gas and repairs down there at Jackson’s Gas and Garage, and they will charge it all to me as a Ranch expense. I was heading into town today to trade this one off for another Red Dodge, but you can kill two birds with one stone by helping me out from Vehicle-Ranch confusion, and saving me time from the process of the trading deal… I’ll have one of the girls take me to town to pick up my new one, that’s waiting on me. If that will work for you, then I’ll have Tron and his helper follow you home with Big Red for you to have forever… unless we upgrade you in a few years. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]After hearing his words, my body went so limp, that my foot came off the clutch and popped the gear into a jolting stall out. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]We both laughed as the truck shuddered… and as I spit and stuttered my words of acceptance and appreciation for his more than generous offer. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]It was now an hour later when I looked into my rear view mirror and saw the reality of Tron following me back home… in Big Red. [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri] [/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri]Part 5 is coming….[/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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