Nobody Believes Me

I was nearly ready to give you the benefit of the doubt....until you claimed to have bagged 10 squirrels. Requires a healthy imagination to believe ten squirrels were sitting around killing time watching you cross a fence.....how fortunate to have them all cuddled within one 40" shot pattern. Now if you'd gotten 15 squirrels with one shot....I would have believe it. :D
 
Now see, 11 I would not have believed. But 10? That's plausibile.

Here's one!;) There was this time, at Elk Camp, where 73 Captain let me borrow his 22-250 and I took this huge 7X7 Bull after Zak Smith passed on the shot. At 1500 yards! One shot and the bull dropped in his tracks. It was a head shot and I got him right in the eye! Scorch gave me some poo because the rifle was a NEF with a Centerpoint scope and didn't have a Leupold Mark 4 on it.:(

Anyhoo, we went over there and started quartering it out and low and behold, this Shiela (nod to our Aussie mates;)) walks out and offers to finish quartering it and take it out for us! Her name was Nicole Kidman. On the way back to camp, she got the hots for me, but I had to turn her down because I was seeing Jamie Pressley at the time:cool:, but I gave her Playboypengiun's number and they hooked up later.

When we scored it, it was the largest Elk ever taken in North America!:eek: We ran down and had it officially scored and hit the local bar and I bought shots of Jeremiah Weed for everyone!

Then the Outdoor Channel called and wanted me to start my own show. I need a female co-host so was thinking about asking Tamara what she thought.:rolleyes:

Hope I gave someone the giggles....
 
I was buyin' into it right up until outdoor channel wanted to give you a show... Everyone knows you start out rentin' time with the proceeds from advertisers you hook!
Brent
 
Glenfiddich?! Do you know the translation is Valley of the Deer (says so on the bottle, I know) - how come we're talking wild squirrel stories! No whiskies named after squirrels (like Old Nut-biter?) Sober up gents!!:D:D:D
 
In answer to some previous questions: squirrel count – an equal bag of 4 reds, 4 grays with 2 mixed as I recall. Load: either 2s or 4s, Gun – 410 gauge full choke (can’t read make or model, looks like someone filed off the serial numbers and got the name too). This is my short-range gun.

Unfortunately, salt ruined the barrel on my long-range gun. When we hunted with it we had to take factory ammo and dump out half the shot and then pack the empty cavity with salt. The gun killed at such a long distance if you didn’t have salt in the load the meat would be spoiled by the time you got to it.

Hey, I am trying to be serious here.
 
NOW I KNOW IT IS BS!!! .410 huh? And you hunt with a gun that will get you FEDERAL FELONY charges? So you want us to believe that salt will fly right behind the lead shot and embed to preserve meat?
AND ARE TRYING TO BE SERIOUS BUT NOT TRUTHFUL!!!
Brent
 
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Remineds me of the day up a Scotish mountin when my B.S.A. martine action single shot .22 short went off all on its own. the bullet rycochade of a rock and neck shot a red stag 1865 yards up the hill. the stag rolled down and fell in the river which ran passed where I was standing. so the pussycat dolls [who just happend to be passing by ] dressed and cooked it and we all had a great time.
Then my alarm clock went off and I had to get up for work.
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If it ain't broke don't fix it
 
While deer hunting, I saw a 45-70 Gov't go through 1 buck, dropping it... and got another buck... 15 yards away.
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Sorry man but that story is way too believable for this thread. Moderators please delete.
 
For the few remaining skeptics out there I want to mention that 410 shell was reloaded by my brother and I. We became excellent shotgun shell reloaders while in high school. We were forced to use reloads in place of expensive factory rounds after our rich uncle died in the poor house.

We traded a couple of laying hens and a sack of flour for an old MEC 600 that our neighbor had. The deal almost fell apart when he couldn’t find the bar that slid back and forth under the two milk jugs. We later found it in his barn where he had used it to drive a few nails. We figured the bars must be commonly used for that purpose as we read that some reloads are known as ‘tack drivers’. After examination we determined the bar must have come off the night shift as the two holes in it were not the same size. We quickly remedied that by redrilling the smaller one to match the larger one. That helped balance the bar and also made it easier to slide.

Uncle Gosh field tested the first load we made up. He had a bowel movement right after he set the trigger off and when the smoke cleared, he was holding the gun in one hand and the forearm in the other. It was back to R&D after he broke a beanstick over my brother’s back. We fine tuned the bar using some J B Weld and developed an outstanding load. We felt terrible about what had happened to uncle Gosh when he passed away a short while later. We found him slumped over on the porch while sipping his coffee from a saucer. He accidentally used the saucer that held the rat poison we were using for our quicker killing loads.

My younger brother learned how to read during the R&D period and that helped a lot. I always felt bad that he learned to read before I did because the locals called me a national honor student. I was one of only a few students in the sixth grade that was eligible to vote. Our reloads were widely distributed in the region and were immediately well known. Their popularity fell off rather quickly which still puzzles us even now. There are still a few of them around, however, and their discharge characteristics still shock people today.
 
Oh yeah??? well I was peein and a rattle snake attacked me so I soaked him down and he hollers out and flipped me off and ran away... TOP THAT!!!
Brent
 
thats it i'm gonna load up some 12 gauge dust loads ,go to the apple orchards in the spring and shoot me some moths. take the moths home and have angelina jolie cook them up for supper. go nextdoor to my neighbors house around 8 and watch aerosmith rock out in his backyard.
 
One time...I was hunting bull moose with an AK 47. I came to a clearing and heard a grunt behind me, the moose was about 25 ft away and it charged me. I tried to shoot the moose but my gun jammed. I threw the gun away at the last second grabed the moose by it's rack and broke it's neck with my bare hands.
 
I saw a really bragging-sized buck one fall before deer season, and got curious about where he had come from. I started back-trailing him. Tracked all the way back to where he was born.
 
My dad shot a squirrel with his old Berreta 20 ga single shot loaded with #6. No big deal, but when we skinned the squirrel at home we only saw one tiny hole in his chest, we cut him open and there was one pellet embedded in his heart. It was 1970 or so and we didn't think of taking a picture, but since then my father has told this story 100 of times and it still makes me smile remembering all the fun my father and I had while hunting.
 
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