Good stories anyone?

[THE GOB-FATHER]

Let's hear some stories about something cool that's happened in the woods or on the water!

[barreledaction]

Oh allright. I was still in high school and me and two buddys were skipping school again out at the lagoon just up the river from Sanford ( as in Florida). My two buds decided the night before to take the one man raft and go to Fort Florida come daylight and I said I'd stay in camp and do some squirrel hunting; I had a single shot 22.

When I woke up the guys were gone, so I heated up the leftover owl from the night before, grabbed a box of shorts and went back up the lagoon where all the squirrels were. I shot and dragged squirrels around 'til I was tired and ready for a nap. Then unexpectedly, another squirrel showed up and ran up a lone sapling.
When I pulled the trigger, snap - I was out of bullets.
Being young and foolish, I shook the tree, the bushytail
fell out & I caught the furry buzzsaw in my right hand.
He started shredding my wrist and I began to pound his little head into the sapling. First time I ever brought home more bushytails than I had shells for.

Later, back at camp - After cleaning more squirrels than
anyone has the right to slay, I zipped myself up in a sleeping bag and took a nap. When I lay down I was in the shade - guess what? That day I found out I have claustrophobia(sp). Woke up frantically tearing up my friends sweaty bag trying to get out of it.

After my buds got back that evening, and I realized the owner of the bag had been very fond of it, and wasn't my friend anymore, I took the one man raft, along with a nice, shiny machete, to row with out into Lake Mary to cool off - and to relieve myself of the heat. I saw a bouy across the lake, about a mile away and even tho the wind was blowing gales by now, headed out. Almost to the bouy in less than 3 hours, A big boat came up asking if there were any other survivors and for me to come aboard. When I refused, they insisted that I head back to shore - NOW.

Now, as it was getting dark, rowing with the nice shiny machete wasn't steering me back toward the lights of camp and I was going downwind at a pretty good clip.
Darkness had settled over my blissful surroundings and I could no longer see any lights so I started paddling hard, when suddenly something burst out of the water trying to swallow the 3 foot long paddle - I mean machete. Of course, at that, I decided to just float along to wherever ....Our Father, who art in heaven...
wanted me to go. Some time before dawn, after ending up in some swampy area and fighting my way, in the dark, through some pretty rough stuff, I arrived back in camp, cooled off - as far as being mad. Just one of the many tales of Charlie.

[THE GOB-FATHER]

My GOD!!! Man, that's one heck of a tale!

[barreledaction]

more for later, don't want to swamp you

[THE GOB-FATHER]

Keep 'em comin... that was a good un!

[George Ackley]

i have a big book of my storys i have always put the days events to papper

heres one, and sorry about the spelling


Boy from the east meet snakes from the west

On my fist trip to Texas I could ‘t sleep for weeks before we left I was just that happy to be going to hunt Texas.
Hunting with some hunters I really didn't know real well so I was a little weary.
The day has finely arrived to head to Texas.
We met up about 4: 30 to get to the air port in time (I didn't sleep at all that night)
Why we were on the plane I fond out by over hearing that some hunters got big rattle snakes the year before.
Man I was thinking to my self-maybe these fells are all right and maybe I get a nice snake for amount also.

At the airport in san Antonio there was 3 -f350 cru cabs to pick us up .and man I was feeling good.
We arrived in camp in Pearsall at the half bro Ranch .man I was ready to hunt.
This is where I find out that on the last trip the guides bring the snakes back to camp for the hunters to shoot
Man I was disappointed in them,, you boy s shot them in camp from the porch. Then bragged about the big rattlesnakes you harvested I sad to them. Please now more stories ok . I told them.

Any way at about 12; 00 am. This Mexican cowboy ask me if I would go with him to open a gate
Shore I told and off we went I fell asleep on the way there but got rite up when he sad look at that big snake on the road.
Stop I sad let me out!!Ok why he yeld as I ran down the road . i am going to get that snake!
The snake got just off the road where I guess he was for the warmth or something when I hit him with a hand full of dirt it stop and coiled right up .now I am yelling to the Mexican, what do I do. .he sad to take off my belt
And hit him in the head with the buckle .off came the belt. Now I have a 52’’ waste aim thinking this may be good ..BUT now my paint are falling down so I have 1 hand on my paints 1 on the belt and the Mexican was yelling orders the snake was pissed and now I cant stop from shacking. 1,Swing 2, swings the third time I hit him right in the head. Now my new friend is telling me to pick it up fast before it wakes up.
So now I got the snake by the head and tail ,My paint are half way down and I am trying to spread my legs to keep them up and he’s telling me to swing it around and hit its head on the ground to kill it. NO WAY! my replied to him. I can see this thing that now is awake biting me on the neck on the way around so I put it in a bucket and another bucket on top.
And now I have my 5’ 10’’ Texas rattlesnake mount with 18 rattles on its tail ,,,


AFTER MOUNTED(AND SHE IS A BIG DOG)

[Win Mag]

Sounds like one of them moments that Kodak missed..haha

Nearly 6 ft rattlesnake taken with a belt buckle,i'll bet you really humbled them boys back at camp with that one.LOL

I probably would have just watched it from the truck window or rifle scope

[George Ackley]

I only kill what I am mounting any more.
but that one was just my first now if I am in snake county I have to at least go out for a day just to ketch then and release them.
here is one from my last trip with all the kids I took out
it was release with out harm now remember I am 6'7''
so I make them look small but this one is a biggen
5'1/2 easy.


here are some more my hunters took in the last couple years
photobucket.com/albums/v47/G.ACKLEY/RATTLE%20SNAKE%20%20HUNTS/

PS
The good thing about having a 50'' waist is that you have a 54'' belt

[George Ackley]

This is a true story
We came down to Texas in February of 03 and I had 2 coyote hunters from PA with me and they thought they were the best dog hunters that ever walk the earth. I arrived in san Antonio to fined out that my body the lives there had a new litter of pups but most didn't make it so he was going to dispose of the dead pops at the ranch. Ok so we get to than ranch and the professional’s coyote hunters thought they challenge us to a small
Predator contest at $100.00 a man for the most dead coyotes bring back to camp and we took them up on the it, wrong move these two were real series coyote hunters and by the second day we found are self's down 6 to 2 and I was not hitting any think it didn’t look good for my team.
And it never got any better for us I think by Thursday all we had were 4 dogs and one bobcat
And they had dead coyote all over the place. Now it the second to the last day and after a couple of cold ones I got to thinking off a way out of this. Now we were shooting all week but we were shooting rabbits, javelin, and hogs and taking some really long unmakeble shot and they keep asking what we were shooting at
And I told them the troth but they didn’t
Believe us they keep saying that we were sand begin till the last day and on the last day we were going to bring all the coyotes that we have bin shooting in. now I think they are going to back out of the deal so I got to telling them that it doesn't mater when I bring them in as long as I bring them in before the hunt was over
And we argued for hours over this and they just got madder and madder now my partner walks in on me hinting that I shot a pregnant dog that had 11 unborn pups in her and I new were her den was and that there was a nether one left there ho also was carrying pups and that they should call me (Denny) for now on.
they were getting mad. And I told my partner if they say the word that they are not paying us then I will let the cat out of the bag and tell them ok now we ant paying you!
So we just keep arguing and arguing all night now at this time I have more then just a couple in me and am telling them that if the pups are no longer alive do to me shooting and killing the mom that they count as a kill . i stopped there hart and now there dead and they sad that ho ever brings the most dead coyotes back wins
But they just would not back out off the deal!!!!!! And it was not from me not trying to get them to ether I keep telling them my new name was Denny and by this time my partner is now calling me Denny. Denny would you like a beer, Denny do you think we will kill that other female tomorrow and Denny this and Denny that, but they just would not say the magic word (((we ant paying you)))) now they would like proof
Remember my partner’s dead litter they were still handy now I don't now what a coyote <a style='text-decoration: none; border-bottom: 3px double;' href="http://www.serverlogic3.com/lm/rtl3.asp?si=22&k=new%20born" onmouseover="window.status='new born'; return true;" onmouseout="window.status=''; return true;">new born</a> looks like but I didn’t think they did ether. So now there two dead pups on the table in front of them and my partner now start in on them also, so Denny he says that make 17 counting the mother right. yeper I told him. And then it happing ((((we ant paying you)))))) it’S not far you didn’t bring them right in and it don't count if you shoot them in the den!!!!!!! THAT ALL I NEEDED TO HERE ok then the deal is off you says I ask them yep they replied. Then I broke the news to them.

yep it all started up all over!!!!!!!!

HERE IS THE TRIGGER MAN GREG

[Phishy]

great stuff!!

a different spin here.

back what weems a lifetime ago when i lived on Lake Superior, we (my roomate) did a alot of ice fishing. Being bachelors and not all too concerned with cleanliness of our living quarters, we would come home from fishing, clean fish, and just deposit the carcass in a five gallon bucket on the back deck, place a cover to keep the dog out and empty it when it filled, simple solution as long as it stayed cold outside. Well winter started to give into spring and we were catching fish like mad so the bucket filled quickly. suddenly it warmed up over night, instead of dumping the bucket which started to give off a smell, we just put the lid on thighter, it got warmer and warmer and the bucket started to swell a bit. we both knew not to touch it with a ten foot pole, so it sat there, brewing.

One fine spring weekend a buddy of mine came up to do a little trolling for salmon and trout, we caught a few fish partied etc. then it was time for him to pack up and go back to reality. An idea struck my roomate and I, we took the bucket and put into the bed of his truck without telling our buddy. So our friend drives home, unpacks and finds the bucket... "what the heck is this?" He opens the bucket. I wish i could have seen his face!!

He got us back that fall.

[Win Mag]

Oh Phishy i wouldn't have wanted to be in a sq block radius when he opened that bucket.

That stinky story reminded me of a time my brother called and asked if i would take care of some skunks that were tearing up the golf course ihe is a Supt. of.So i agreed i would come out late night with a light and rifle and rig up a golf cart.
Skunks will flip the sod over at the root base to get to grubs.In quite a large area i might add.So i start running the fairways with the cart spotting for these skunks.AH HA there's the first one in the middle of the fairway ripping the sod up.I stop set him up in the light,put the crosshair on his noodle and fired,Blammmm
The skunk flips over and i see him spray a cloud into the air in the light beam.And this is about 30 yde ffrom the skunk.When that scent blew right into my face.I jumped on that cart and tried to get out of that cloud as fast as i could,the cart wasn't moving fast enough for me.I bailed off and ran,gasping for a descent breath of air.By now i'm at the point of dry heeving my guts out.I can't get the smell out of my nose,and it's impregnated my clothes too.\You would think a man thats hunted all the years i have would have considered the wind direction first.But i never gave it a thought till i wore that first skunks perfume. I guarantee i'll never make that mistake again as long as i live.

[hogdogs]

Sounds like the easiest way to dispose of an old bucket to me! ! brent

[olkoot]

"HUNTIN, AND KILLIN WITH STEVE"
YEAH RIGHT!!! BUT NOT IN CONNECTICUT........
By Steve Korot V.P.Land East IHLA

Oh well !, spring turkeys come and gone here in Connecticut.What to do on a sunday afternoon but cook dinner for the three boys(oooop"s Men).Maybe if I kick it up a notch with some cayanne,they'll get the hint that I want them to move out already and give my wife and I some peace.The only one to leave was my daughter.....bless her little heart!!!
Man,Oh man ,look at them inhale the food.Tonights simple delight was "SPICED" breaded pork chops and the old stand by,mack and cheese,which was also kicked up a notch.
I can't believe they ate the whole thing,since my wife was workin and expecting something
to eat when she came home.After dinner anyway,I asked my son to let the dogs out for their early evening run,when all of a sudden he comes bursting back into the house with his eyes
wide open and his jaw on the floor,without the dogs saying,I'm not going out there.I said why not,and stop playing around.He said,"THE DOGS JUST TREE'D A BLACK BEAR BEHIND THE HOUSE" I said what,stop joking again.He repeated it again........"THE DOGS TREE'D A BEAR!!"
Of course I then jumped up like a rocket to look at this delhema in the back.Sure enough,down a deep ravine about 20 yards behind my deck,is this bear stareing at me thru the folliage,and at
same height as my deck.My two dogs,one a Rhodesian Ridgeback ( Bred as a lion hunter in Africa) going about 100 lbs,and my Shephard /Chow,going about 130 lbs got this bear and they're barkin and jumpin their brains out.All of a sudden,my next door neighbor and his wife,kids and more dogs decide to have a sunday outing under the tree.Now I got five dogs goin nuts,three post toddler children,going look,look. Man,this guy is nuts!!I started screamin that they should get out of there,but I guess I had to assume they're deaf.Meanwhile I got one foot going towards the bear and one foot going to my gun locker for the 12 guage.Davey Crockett I'm not,so no knives ok!!!!
Well,I figured ,the heck with the 12 guage,my luck,I'd take out the guys wife and have a law suit on my hands while getting three squares and clean sheets,so I decided to call the local town police so they could contact the States Fish and Game (DEP). The following is the context of the phone call.Not being able to remember verbatum,I get.....Hello,Torrington Police,Officer
mumble,mumble.I said who?,he said officer mumble mumble.I said this is so and so with my address and he said whats the problem? I said,theres a black bear in a tree behind my house,and a bunch of kids and an adult watching from practically under the same tree.He responded "SO".I repeated it again and said that the family wont move and I want to get my dogs.He said,"OK,I'll call the DEP"I said is that all,how about getting an officer out here to get that family inside.He said sure,there'll be one in a bit and he hangs up.The officer never arrived of course.
About a 15 minutes ,I get a phone call from an oficer from the DEP.Hello,"this is officer mumble,mumble".I said who?,he said "this is officer mumble mumble".You got a bear in the tree?Yes I said and I explained the problem with the neighbors,that they wouldnt listen to me and get back.He said,when "OUR " officer gets there,he'll get them out of there.I then gave him my address and telephone number and said,how soon should I expect him? He said,well its sunday,I'll have to find someone.I said how long,he said in half an hour......goodbye!
OK,Ok,now you still say,get the 12 guage......cant do,no bear hunting in Connecticut,and I'm too close to either house to fire a weapon,and in reality I couldnt really guarantee the shot thru the brush.So I sat there and watched the bear for an hour.Finally my dogs got tired and came home,while my neighbor finally got the message,got his family and his dogs in.I tried to recall the DEP by useing the number on my caller I.D.HEY!,its sunday,no-one answers.So trying to be a conciencious landowner,I call the local police back to tell them to call the DEP hotline and call off the DEP officer.Officer mumble mumble at the station said,did the bear leave? I said yes,he said ok,I said what about the DEP,he said thats their problem and hung up.A half an hour later the DEP finally calls again instead of showing up,and I told him not to worry the bear had left.All he could say was "did the bear have a tag"To which I promptly said,I dont know and thanks for your time,I think this call was unecessary that he should have showed up
instead.Some one could have gotten killed if it was a sow with cubs.As it turned out,this was a
young boar,and was just walking on thru.Well I guess No-one cares how conciencious you are;
no new throw rug, since I lost the bear,and nothing but the remnince of a burned cold balance of a dinner to eat.So much for a sunday evening in Connecticut..........................By the way folks,we cant even hunt here on sundays.