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Post by Paws on Mar 19, 2006 3:31:40 GMT 12.75
Dang! My cousin, the Late James Malcolm, and I had got about a half dozen bunnies we were cleaning for the freezer. I was skinning and he was gutting in sort of an assembly line. So I had a row of skinned rabbits laid out on a rail road tie bordering a flower bed between he and I. The bunnie nearest him that was next to be gutted got up and ran! Jimmy grabbed the rifle and killed it again.
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Post by Toby Benoit on Mar 19, 2006 12:47:05 GMT 12.75
My grandaddy told me a similar one to that Paws. He ran a trapline for years and once he caught a 'possum in a Victor #1. He knocked it on the head and thought he'd killed it until after he was done skinning it. He tossed the carcass off to one side and it jumped up and ran away! Here's a lie I was told once by an old turkey hunter. He claimed that he once killed six turkeys with one shot. He told me that they had all jumped up on a log together and he was trying to get their heads all llined up, but they kept moving them, so he shot the end of the log with his thirty-thirty and it split open and the turkeys feet fell into the split, but once the log settled again, it pinched down on their feet so they couldn't get away. Said he just walked down the line wringing their necks. Here's one my own dog did to me one night. I'd been coonhunting for years on this little sixty acre plot of hardwods about a half a mile from my house and one night I took my old bluetick female, Matty, out for a run, but the coons weren't walking. I knew she wasn't one to give up on a hunt s it didn't surprise me when she didn't come back right away, but after an hour without hearing her strike a trail, I startd getting worried. I called to her for a while, bet she never came back, so I got out my hunters horn and tooted a few times, but she didn't show back up. I started to get pretty anxious about then because she always handled so well, so I started walking the property. I crossed that place fifteen or twenty times, but found no trace of my hound, so I got in the truck and circled all the roads around the place praying she hadn't crossed out of the place and got hit by a car, but still, no sign of her, so I went home. After I got home, I called by buddy who lived an hour away, to see if I could come over and get the tracking box to find her with. See, I had bought a radio telemetry collar, but I couldn't afford the reciever and he let me tune the collar to his box. By the time I got back with the box it was nearly three in the morning. I had a time locating the signal because of the cell towers in the area bouncing the signal back and forth. Finally I was able to isolate her signal and followed it back through the sixty acres, down a hard road, up my driveway, and over to the kennels...where I found Mattie curled up and fast asleep. I woke her up, turned off her collar and walked back to get the truck. As I pulled into the driveway, I could see her stepping out of her doghouse into the newly rising sunlight stretching and wagging her tail. Bad enough? Nope! I had to be at work in an hour and a half!
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Post by OLKoot on Mar 19, 2006 16:31:56 GMT 12.75
You guys sure had alot of fun growing up and even later, but living in the big city for 46 years doesnt give one a chance to see alot of country fun....anyway, I finally moved out of the city to upstate NY, and I introduced my oldest son to hunting....he made friends with a few guys around the area....and we all used to hunt together.....sort of me and the kids.....well we had this one guy who was really a total happless Harry....he wasnt talented in anything, but I gave him credit for trying.....well a couple of years went by and he came up to the house one day and said he had permission for all of us to hunt on a particular farm in the area.....well we went out to the farm one cold morning and he said all I had to do was put the farms business card in the back window of my truck and if the owner saw the vehicle, he knew it was us.....Okay, we pulled up on the property and let the kid take the lead.....it was blah-blah-blah this and blah that and then he turned to lead us into the woods and he lowered the barrel of his rifle and the rifle went off and he promptly shot his big toe off!!......Poor kid, and he was doing such a fine job playing leader......
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Post by Paws on Mar 19, 2006 19:56:48 GMT 12.75
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Post by Toby Benoit on Mar 20, 2006 10:32:45 GMT 12.75
Honestly now, did you go with him to the hospital or did you stay and hunt?
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Post by OLKoot on Mar 20, 2006 11:50:21 GMT 12.75
Of course we stayed and hunted!!!
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