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Around the Campfire (General Discussion) / Embarrassing hunting stories
« on: September 20, 2018, 11:11:30 PM »
Share an embarrassing hunting story.  Surely we all have at least one.  Fortunately, my story did not directly involve me doing the embarrassment.  But it involved kinfolk, so it is embarrassing.  It almost leans towards pitiful though.  I'll change the names to protect the involved.
This incident happened on the evening of the last day of the deer hunting season many, many years ago on our family land.  There were no such things as "doe permits" at that time.  Only bucks were allowed.  I was probably in my early twenties and had gone out with my FAVORITE hunting buddy, my crusty old Dad.  We were each hunting out of our individual blinds, way deep in the wooded area of the property, and I was going to walk by Dad's blind on my way out of the woods after sunset.  He would wait for me, and we'd walk back to the truck together.  Dad would always fuss at me that I hunted longer than he could clearly see.  I had "better glass."  Anyway, I had seen nothing, and went to meet Dad at his blind.  He had also seen nothing.  "Call it a season." It was really getting dark.  We are walking back to our vehicle, parked on the edge of an open field, and we suddenly heard a shot in the neighboring pasture, where some of our kinfolk, or, their son in law, we'll call him "Rufus," hunted.  Rufus had a problem with the bottle, but he only drank when he was awake.  I can't talk, I got a DWI four years ago.  But anyway, Dad said, "That must have been Rufus, Bernard wouldn't be shooting this late.  I hope that Rufus didn't get drunk and shoot himself getting out of his blind."  We got to our vehicle, we were turning it around, and caught the reflectors off of a vehicle way at the end of the large open field, so we drove over to it.  It was cousin in law Rufus's pickup.  So we waited for him.  He soon came walking up, somewhat toasted, and Dad said, "Let's load 'em up."  The drunk Rufus said, "what do you mean."  Dad said, "We HEARD you shoot, what did you get."  Rufus said, "I didn't shoot nothing," and then he busted out crying, just like a little kid.  It was so pitiful.  "Uncle Tiny, I SWEAR it had horns, I SWEAR it did."  Dad said, "You shot a doe, well let's go get it."  "I ain't taking it, please don't tell Bernard."  Dad said, "Well we aren't gonna just leave it."  "Y'all can take it, I don't want it, please don't tell Bernard."  So Dad and I drove out to where Rufus had told us it was in the open field.  We couldn't believe how far the doe was from his blind.  Dad had me step it off, and it was right at 300 good sized steps on open ground.  His shot was remarkable for a drunk.  Right at three hundred yards with a .243, perfect shoulder shot, and it was so dark when he shot.  Perhaps in the open field, he could see a bit longer than we could in the woods.  I think he had a Lyman scope on his rifle.  As I said, it was the last day of the season, early January.  In our area, the deer rut in early to mid November.  We field dressed it, and it had two small fawns in it.  Rufus had followed us and was watching us dress it.  When he saw the fetuses, he started balling some more.  Then he said, "I must have over shot the buck and hit the doe."  Maybe he did, who knows.  But the doe was perfectly hit.  Dad had a little Ford Courier, and we tucked it behind the seat, took it home, and down to the shop for "concealed processing" since we live right on a busy highway, and does WERE illegal. At least Rufus didn't shoot himself, or someone else.    MM


This one saddened me.  I cannot believe the stupidity of some of these companies like Yeti, Dick(Heads) and some others; climbing on anti-sportsman band wagons, when sportsmen are one of their main buyers.  It would be like Budweiser requesting a Federal Law, that men should not be allowed to buy or consume beer.  Or Charmin demanding that a "waiting period" be enforced for buying toilet paper.  Yeti is going to learn, that you can buy decent coolers from other companies, Dick(heads) is going to learn, sportsmen can shop elsewhere.  Nike is going to learn, that there are other companies that make tennis shoes.   And Levi Strauss, is going to learn that Wrangler and other jeans will work just as well.  What is next, Chevrolet announcing that they will only sell pickups to Asian Americans. Idiots.  MM

Someone sent me this link, so I thought I'd pass it along.  Some of these are only for current military, but some are for those that are now out, or so it says.  Please share with any friends or family members that have earned this.  MM

The "Boat Lift" of a half a million civilians to safety.  I had heard of this going on, but never the extent of it.  That horrible day brought out the real character in so many people.  I was somewhat "balled up" inside after watching this.  The video is a couple of years old, maybe some of you have seen it already.  MM

I have not verified this, but one of my email friends just sent me a message that he was clicking on Charlie Daniels on Facebook, and it said something like, "Removed for violating terms of service."  I guess Charlie's pro-America, pro-outdoors, pro-God, and pro-working American stuff, is just too "hateful and vile" for the cry-babycratzis.  MM

As I had posted the other day, the planning for these two missions was unbelievable.  In the Nagasaki book I had, it told of how the radio frequencies were changed every few minutes, to confuse any Japanese listening to the airwaves.  And the Army had so many redundant "Plan B" and "Plan C" and so forth.  Several trained crews for each plane, and they were swapable.  And there were a group of planes for each mission, each plane with a specific purpose of, weather analysis, observation, etc.  And we knew that the two bombs were different, but I did not know that one was uranium based and the other was plutonium based.  The scientists wanted to see which worked "better."  And we had the "makings" for a third bomb at Tinian, in case one more bomb had to be assembled, or if one of the first two was a dud.  That has been disputed though.
 I have included two links, if you are bored and want to check them out.  MM


It has been almost a year since Hurricane Harvey almost wiped me out.  Numerous volunteers helped gut my house in the days following the flood, and knowing that most of them were probably not "gun knowledgeable," they were all told, that if ANYTHING is seen that appears to have anything to do with a firearm, to immediately tell my Brother In Law, or either of my two sons, and let them handle it.  I myself was completely disoriented.  Although two huge dumpsters were filled and hauled off, I still have a yard and some pasture with piles of "stuff" yet to be gone through.  It will mostly all be useless after sitting out for a year in the elements, but I am going through it.  I found some rotten rolled up cardboard.  I unwrapped it, and there was one of my Zeiss Conquest scopes that I had bought a couple of years ago on sale at Cabelas, but had not mounted on a rifle yet.  It had some "glued on" sheet rock mud on it and other debris.  I cleaned it up, and to my bad eyes, it appears to be crystal clear still.  I'll let someone else look through it to confirm.  It had been in it's box prior to the flood, so I guess someone pulled it out of it's box, but left it in that thin cardboard that they come wrapped in, and tossed it in a pile.  Everyone is telling me to just hire someone to shovel all of this stuff up and dump it, but I sure am glad I have not done that yet. 
I have also found a few other not as expensive items that survived.  It is very painful to be having to do this though.  It is all so... tragic.  MM

Today and also on August 9, seventy-three years ago, two bombs were dropped on Japan, that caused Japan to Unconditionally surrender, and end World War Two.  An estimate half a million American soldiers lives were spared, and several million Japanese civilian lives were also spared, had an amphibious invasion of Japan been carried out.  I commend Harry Truman for giving "the go."  I commend the THOUSANDS of people involved in the planning, training, and executing of the two missions.  There were A LOT of "men on the ground" that worked day and night to see to it, that these two missions were successful.  Of note, Nagasaki was the secondary target on August 9.  Kokura Japan was supposed to get the second bomb, "Fatman."  Three passes were made over the city, but because of cloud cover and smog, visibility was bad, and the decision was made to proceed on to Nagasaki.  MM

You may need to be over fifty to remember some of these.  I remember most all of them, but we were too poor for me to get any of them.  I DID save my nickels and dimes though, and bought the "Star Trek Phaser."  I did still have it tucked away somewhere until the mid 70's, when I guess my Mother tossed it.  And I had a couple of "Cowboy Pistol Cap Guns."  In fact, I FOUND one of them tucked away in a box when we went through my Mother and Dad's house a couple of years ago.  The mechanism does not work, but it still looks the part.  I will give that to one of my Grandsons.  I would have traded my Sister for one of those "Johnny Seven OMA" rifles.  There is a separate video of the commercial for those; and it looks amazingly like some of the new Spec-op Rifles on the market today.  But at least my Dad let me take occasional shots with his Marlin 39 when I was maybe five or six.  He would have to help me hold it.  The first couple minutes of the video are sort of boring.  MM

Have you ever had one of those days.... where EVERYTHING goes wrong; maybe two days in a row.  Fortunately, this story did not happen to me, but rather, to one of my long time shooting/hunting buddies, that I have mentioned here before.  He is the fellow that works as a jailer.  (This story may get long).  It just happened in the past weekend.  He is the fellow that told me about the Walmarcados doing the clearance sales on the Weatherby Vanguards, that I posted on The Nation about, a week or so ago.  Anyway, the other day, he finds that there is a Walmarcado in Killeen, TX., that still had two Vanguards in .300 Weatherby, @ $238 each.  My Son and I are always talking about our Weatherby's to him.  He always wanted one, and at that price, it was tempting.  He is debating driving up there, it is almost a three hour drive because of the traffic, but it IS a heck of a deal.  He is about ready to go to work, he is doing the night shift and gets off at I think he said 7 in the morning.  His wife says, that she will be leaving at about that time, to go to Austin for a bowling tournament, he could ride with her, drop her off, head North to Killeen from there, and get one of the rifles.  So he says OK.  He gets home a little after 7 A.M. all stressed out, (it is a horrible job), has had no sleep, changes clothes, hops in her vehicle, and off they go.  She drops herself off in Austin, and he heads off to Killeen in her vehicle.  Finds the store, goes in to the gun department, and indeed, they have the two Vanguards.  He checks them out, they look great, and he says that he'll buy both of them.  The person behind the counter says, "Well, can you come back tomorrow."  "Why."  "Well, the person in charge of this department is off today, and did not leave the 'code' for us to enter into the computer, to sell them at this price."  My buddy starts to get excited.  He tells them that he has driven almost three hours to come here to get one or both of these rifles, can't someone else authorize it.  They call an Asst. Manager in.  He tries a bunch of stuff with the computer; cannot authorize it.  They then get the main manager over there after a long wait.  Same story.  They try calling the guy with the code a bunch of times; he never answers.  He wastes about two hours at the store, and they will not sell him the rifles.  He finally leaves, extensively P.O.'d.  So he is mad as hell and starts to drive back to Austin.  He is on I 35 not too far from Austin, BAM.  He has a blow out.  Fortunately, he is in the far right lane, and eases off the highway.  I 35 is a racetrack nightmare; you do not want to be fixing a flat just off of the highway.  Even though we had a Norther blow in a couple of days ago, that brought the temperatures down to the lower nineties, this was before then, and it was over a 100 degrees.  He is 67 years old, the middle of the day.  He is in his wife's Explorer, and does not know much about it.  He has to find the owner's manual to see where the jack is hidden, and how to release the spare.  If it had been his truck, he would have a REAL jack, a REAL lug wrench, some pieces of 2x6's to put under the jack, and a piece of old tarp to put on the ground to not get as dirty.  But he has none of this in his wife's vehicle.  He finally get's the spare out, and it feels soft.  He assembles the ridiculous jack, get's it under, and gets the blown tire off the ground, gets it off.  Tries putting on the spare, and has to get the vehicle higher, since it's a full tire.  The jack had settled down in the soil some, and runs out of elevation, and he cannot get the spare on.  He is about to explode.  Then a black fellow in a pickup pulls up behind him, and asks if he needs help.  He explains the problem, and the fellow has a floor jack in his truck, and some old boards to put under it.  They get the vehicle up high enough to get the spare on and let it down.  The spare has air in it, but not much.  They both think he needs to get air in the tire at the first chance, or he will ruin it.  The fellow says that there is an NTB at the next exit.  He will follow him there to make sure he makes it.  So my buddy eases down the shoulder, not too fast, exits finally and sees the NTB.  He pulls in, and waves to the nice guy that helped him.  A young fellow comes out and asks how he can help.  "I need to air up my spare, I had a blow out, and the spare doesn't have much air in it."  "Did you buy your tires here, or at one of our other stores."  "WHAT."  At this point my buddy is getting profane, and tells the kid it is his wife's vehicle, and he doesn't know where she bought the tires.  "It is a new policy, we cannot air up your tires unless you bought them from us.  I'll be happy to sell you a new tire or a whole set, and fix you right up."  So my buddy says, "Just show me the air hose, and I'll fill it up myself."  "Only store employees can operate store equipment.  I can give you a really good price on two new tires."  At this point, my buddy starts to make brief statements referring to the kids Mother.  Also at that point, he sees there is a Walmarcado, sort of across the Interstate from where he was.  He storms off and eases the vehicle slowly over there.  Gets out, tells them his problem.  They pull out a long hose, and air him up.  They take the soapy water bucket out, and smear it all over the tire to see if there are any major leaks.  None.  So he gets back on the road to Austin to get his wife.  Picks her up, tells her the entire story, and she says, "Why didn't you just buy four new tires, I am going to need new tires soon anyway."  (She is an officer for Child Protective Services, and her vehicle HAS to be in tip top shape; she is really astute with it's maintenance.)  Well, he didn't want to buy anything without checking prices.  They come back here to town, and he starts checking tire prices, and found out that NTB WAS having a sale on tires that would fit the Explorer, and they had the lowest price he could find.  Plus those two Vanguards were nagging at him.  So he ponders both all night long, and in the morning, he calls up the Killeen store, if the guy in sporting goods with the frickin' code was there today.  Yes he was.  Do you still have the two Vanguards in .300 Weatherby.  "We just sold one of them, but have the other."  "I was the guy there yesterday that wanted to buy both of them, would you hold that one for me, and I will be there in about three hours to buy it."  "Yes Sir, no problem."  So, he swaps vehicles with his wife, tells her what he wants to do; she approves.  He would drive to get the Vanguard for $238, and on the way back, stop at an NTB in a closer town, that his wife works out of, and get four new tires.  So he drives all the way back to Killeen, goes into the store to the gun department.  He sees a familiar face, and tells them he had called to put a hold on the Vanguard in .300 Weatherby.  The salesman gets a funny look on his face.  "You talked to me on the phone, and I got distracted and forgot to put a hold on it, and someone just bought it from another sales associate maybe a half an hour ago."  I think the subject of the fellow's Mother came up again.  And being a clearance item, there was no other one to be had.  He had it out again with the manager, but there was nothing they would do.  My buddy was beyond livid.  He storms out of the store, and is so upset, he forgot to stop and get the new tires at the closer NTB.  He is finally cooling off a little bit.  Sometimes, I think it is just best to order one from Bud's, pay the reasonable price, and be done with it.  I am just glad this did not happen to me.  I may not have cooled down yet.   MM

It almost looks like an arrow; unless it is an optical illusion.  I saw a "still" photograph the other day of a similar setup, and the bullet had tumbled.  The bullet was perhaps an inch or two out of it, and was pointed straight down.  Supposedly, the 7.62 Soviet ammo used in the later years of the Vietnam War, was designed to "flip" upon impact, thus imparting a ferocious wound channel for an FMJ projectile.  I think the 5.45 Soviet is designed to do that as well.  I wasn't able to find it tonight, but I once saw a slo-mo clip of a .308 going through a big block of opaque ballistic gelatin.  You could see the massive movement of the gelatin as the bullet passed through it.  One can easily see why we get a good bit of "blood-shot" meat sometimes.  MM

My brother in law was hunting once in the absolute middle of nowhere, and found that he had locked his keys in his truck.  Fortunately for him, he DID have his phone, and he had the OnStar option on his Chevy truck.  He called up OnStar, and the operator asked him a few questions to semi verify that he was indeed who he was, and then presto, she unlocked it over the airwaves.  He has been forever sold on OnStar since then.   But not everyone has OnStar, or that little magnetic box with a spare key in it, stuck somewhere accessible.  On YouTube there are dozens of videos on how to unlock your vehicle with various devices, like tennis balls, bathroom plungers, water bottles, etc., but Mythbusters and some others have debunked many of them as being fiction, or perhaps they only worked on one specific vehicle.  But I found one video that uses para-cord, or perhaps a long sort of stiff shoelace would work also.  I almost always had some para-cord on me whenever I hunted.  I watched the video, and it seems reasonable.  I have not tried it yet, to see if it really works though.  And it won't work on all vehicles; you have to have a "stem lock" and also perhaps a certain type of door.  The fellow does not explain real well what he is doing at first, and in his first attempt to show us, he messes up and has to start all over.  But his second try was successful.  And like I said, it "looks" reasonable.  But maybe it doesn't work that easy.  I just thought I would share.  As with many things, there are two types of people:  Those that have locked their key in their vehicle, and those that that have not locked their keys in their vehicle..... yet.  Once, when my Dad and I were out hunting on a freezing wet evening, we came back to our old late fifties Chevy pickup, and the door locks were frozen, or perhaps covered with ice.  We ended up both taking turns peeing on the lock, and that thawed it enough to get the key in and unlock it.  I have had to do that twice in my life.  MM

There is some discussion online about what is happening at the end of this video.  A real dumb-ass gets tazed by a LEO as he is going for his weapon in his back pocket.  The story is that the taser hits the weapon, and the voltage sets off the rounds in the firearm.  I mean, I was always told that a static electricity spark could ignite powder.  I was ALWAYS worried while reloading in cold dry weather.  But I am thinking that if that had happened, they would have all went off about at the same time.  The other idea is that he got his hand on the gun, and finger on the trigger, and the muscle spasms from the taser made him pull the trigger repeated.  A friend of mine that is a jailer, had to take a taser class for his job.  And they asked for a volunteer to get tazed so everyone in the class could see exactly what happens.  He volunteered.  He is a strong, stocky, linebacker built guy.  He said it was the damnedest thing that he had EVER experienced.  He said he froze up, and could not move a single muscle, let alone move his fingers.  He said that he felt the after effects for a while afterward.  He also said, "You don't EVER want to get tazed."  And, hands off to the LEO in this video.  It takes a special individual to be a LEO, and have to deal with swine like this in possible life and death situations.  MM


Except maybe from a .22 LR.  This guy on the video is trying out three different .30 rifles against three stacked cast iron skillets.  There are no surprises here.  I wish he would have used one of Roger's hot .257 loads though.  I am thinking with one of those, the middle and rear skillets would have a different look.  I was guessing that the .30-30, being blunt and slower, would have imparted more energy into the skillets, and damaged them more.  I expected the other two to just bore holes straight through.  I wonder what a .45 ACP would have done.  MM

A buddy just emailed me that he is on some gun board that always posts the big box store's, sales on guns.  He said that some but not all Walmarcados are putting many of their guns on clearance to make room for the new guns for hunting season.  Vanguards and the big bore Marlins at $299.  I have not watched prices in a long time, so I do not know what things are at now.  He said that some guys reported that you have to ASK the sales person to scan the price; not all stores are re tagging them.  And some stores are even unaware of the lowered prices.  Quite often, it is hard to find a salesman there that knows the difference between a rifle and a hockey stick.  I just thought I'd put the word out.  Maybe one of y'all will get lucky, and find a deal.  MM

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