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Wild stories

A neighbor we used to have was woke up one night by his wife. She insisted that the chickens were making a fuss. He told her that a hen had fallen off the roost and promptly went back to sleep.

When she woke him again a few minutes later, he explained that off by telling her that the hen had just flew back up on the roost and back to sleep he went.

The third time she woke him he decided that maybe there was something bothering the hens. It was a summer night so armed with his 357 Magnum handgun and a flashlight he ventured out into the night, buck (as Lilly says) nekid!

When he opened the chicken house door he could see by the flashlight that there were a couple of dead hens on the floor. Furthur inspection revealed a mink running back and forth under the roost, sort of like a shooting gallery.
He tried holding the mini-light in his teeth but that interfered with his vision for sighting in. He then put the light between his knees and in that position, lined up and squeezed one off.

BANG. CHICKENS AND FEATHERS AND DUST AND DOOKY FLYING EVERYWHERE. :shock:

When everything settled down....there was the little mink running back and forth. :lol:
He got it on the second shot, but never lived down his mink shooting in the buff story. :D
 
One of my blm pastures surrounds this 160 acre piece of private ground. The creek runs through it and it therefore it has lots of grass. My cows think it's great fun to destroy the fence and then have an all you can eat buffet. After one such episode, of chaseing out the bovines and fixing fence, I headed back to the pickup. There's lot's of trees & scrub oak in this area and just as I stepped around a big thicket of oak.....I came nose to nose with Mr. Black Bear, literally close enough to reach out and stroke that jet black fur. Fortunately for me, armed only with a pair of fence pliars, he was in a hurry and didn't have time to stop and talk. :wink:
 
reading all these wild stories, I just can not help but think of the American Pie movie....

"this one time, at band camp...."


for those who saw the movie, I think you get it
 
Triangle Bar said:
Ned where's your snow? I had a heck of a blizzard late Christmas Day. Been plowing either myself or the neighbors out since then.

MMMM...that gives me hankerin' for elk stew. :wink:
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It blew hard here late Christmas Day. The day after Christmas it blew some more. It blew all our snow away. We haven't had much snow down in the valley but the mountains are over 100% average. I kind of like it that way.

It did snow here yesterday. Id say we got 6-8 in.
 
My dad likes to tell about one time when he and a friend went hunting back in his high school years.

Dad said his friend was walking the bottom of the draw while he stayed up higher. Dad said he could see a bear heading towards his friend so he waited to see what happened. He said his friend and the bear went around a tree and meet face to face. His friend shot at the bear, missing every time, until his gun was empty. Then he threw down his gun and took off running.

A few days latter dad ran into his friends mother while he was in town. She said she was the only one that knew just how bad that bear had scarred his friend.......she did his laundry. :D
 
Ned Jr. said:
My dad likes to tell about one time when he and a friend went hunting back in his high school years.

Dad said his friend was walking the bottom of the draw while he stayed up higher. Dad said he could see a bear heading towards his friend so he waited to see what happened. He said his friend and the bear went around a tree and meet face to face. His friend shot at the bear, missing every time, until his gun was empty. Then he threw down his gun and took off running.

A few days latter dad ran into his friends mother while he was in town. She said she was the only one that knew just how bad that bear had scarred his friend.......she did his laundry. :D
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:lol: :lol: That's a good one. Snowed about 4 inches here last night.
 
I always got stuck doing the "Trouble Calls" for our Electrical Co.
This one time I had to Crawl under a house build on a hill side _ the Trouble was Located under the back bedroom.

The Crawl Space started off ok, about 4' high but narrows down real fast _ as I crawled toward the back of the house I came to a 6x12 Stringer that was about 4" off the ground _ I used my Claw Hammer to dig under it _ as I wiggled my way under it I couldn't Help but Think _ Here I Am 20 Miles from Town with No One Around and This Is EARTHQUAKE Country... I just started to crawl again when my flashlight hit 2 BIG Yellow Eyes and I heard this Growl.
It had taken me about 45 minutes to get back in there and 45 seconds to get out.
When a Rancher and his Dog drove up he put the dog under the house and it Fetched-out a Huge Bob Cat _ Rancher said it wasn't that big but it sure Look big to me...
 
Years ago we were up in Northern California Following a Cattle Truck. As we rounded a curve the was a Big Muley down in the road (Hit by the Truck?)
My Dads friend George grab a Knife and went to save the meat. As George stepped over the big buck to cut its trough - It jumped up and George was riding it _ Lost his Knife and fell off
For Years Dad and I Joked _ George- when we going Buck Bustin again
 
Ok here's mine.......

You wouldn't thank killin a coon could be such a scary ordeal. But let me tell ya....it was.

Mr Lilly's granny lived just up the road. She'd had problems with a coon comin in on her screened in back porch eatin her cat's food at night. Well she decided to get one of those live traps and put it out.

Bout 7am the next mornin our phone rang. It was Granny. "Come kill this coon I got in the live trap" We load up and head down there. Mr Lilly totin a lil .22 pistol, cuz he didn't wanna tear the trap up killin the coon.

So there we are...coon in the cage, hissin and makin all kinda racket. Mr Lilly put the barrel of the .22 in thru the wire on top of the cage. Right next to the long gap where the handle is. Well....he fidgets a minute...coon's movin around and won't be still. Then...the coon stopped movin around raised up on his hind legs, and grabs the barrel of the .22!!!! :shock: Mr Lilly let go of it!!!! Then there the coon is...with both his lil hands outside the cage fondlin the .22!!!! It's spinnin around and around on top of the cage!!!! I said, "Get the gun!!!!!!!! and kill him!!!! I do NOT wanna hafta read your obituary in the paper that says, "Man shot by coon with a .22 pistol"!!!!!!

Finally he just reached out and kinda swept the .22 off the top of the cage so the coon couldn't be playin with it no more. Then shot it. I so wish I had a video of this moment....it would be priceless!!!
 
My latest wild story isn't over yet, and it's not quite as exciting as some of yours are. :roll: :roll: :roll:

One evening last fall I was watching TV when I heard a funny scratching noise in the ceiling. The cats heard it too, and snapped to attention. It stopped right away, but a couple of days later I heard it again. Time to investigate. I looked outside the house up under the eave, and sure enough there was a little round hole in the siding. We had a squirrel. :roll:

Well, now what do we do? It's a one and a half story house, so the roof is sloped upstairs and we have crawl spaces along behind the low walls. This is where he was. We had heard that dishes of ammonia will drive them away, but that would be just too smelly for us too. So it's off to town for a live trap. I set the trap with peanut butter, and sure enough about two days later I heard it go off. Without a squirrel in it. :( The next day I saw a squirrel in the hedge in front of the house, so got Hubby up on a ladder to nail up the hole. Problem solved. We were feeling pretty smug until two days later when we heard the scratching again. Actually it sounded more like romping and playing than scratching. We'd locked the little bugger in the attic! Hubby said he's not climbing back up and uncovering the hole, so we'll just have to trap him.

It's been almost two months now since we've heard him. The trap is still empty. The cats are still on patrol. The squirrel is hibernating and we can't get to him.

I'll get to finish this story sometime in the spring, I guess. I sure hope it's a male squirrel! :wink:
 
OldDog/NewTricks said:
Years ago we were up in Northern California Following a Cattle Truck. As we rounded a curve the was a Big Muley down in the road (Hit by the Truck?)
My Dads friend George grab a Knife and went to save the meat. As George stepped over the big buck to cut its trough - It jumped up and George was riding it _ Lost his Knife and fell off
For Years Dad and I Joked _ George- when we going Buck Bustin again
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Dad tells of his uncle who shot a buck, straddled him to slice his throat when buck jumps up. Uncle Clarence put his knife to work, and managed to kill the deer with his knife. further investigation showed the bullet had clipped a horn, knocking Mr Buck out. He came to and took off just as Clarence had been astraddle him. Uncle Clarence had some battle scars, but he had venison. Our whole family has learned not to straddle your kill because of this incident.
 

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