That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! ;D
Ahhhh, that was nuthin.' Well I recalls my first deer hunt. I was, to say th' least, very nervous that day. So I gets set up on my stand by my huntin' guide. Then he leaves me there alone to see could he move some deer in my direction. Well now, a half hour had done gone by an' I hears somethin' walkin through th' dried up leaves on th' groun,' Then I commenced into shakin' so hard that my knees was bangbin' together an' my teeth was chatterin' like a set of castynets. So, I looks over in th' direcksun that I hears th' footsteps an' there he stood, a humungous buck with about 12 points on his ol' haid. So, I slowly lifted up my rifle gun to aim at th' deer crittuh. But, now I'm shakin' so hard thet I can barely get th' crosshairs to coincide with his body a'tall. They was all over th' place, every which way but on th' deer. Then I begun to notice thet the deer crittuh seemed like he was chucklin' at me seein' as how I was havin' so much trouble gettin' a bead on thet there deer crittuh. Finally I done gets me right mad an' I takes a shot at thet there buck, an' clean miss him shootin way over him into a tree limb thet was right above his haid a ways. Well now, he just stands right there grinnin at me an' not makin' no moves to run away from me. I ain't never heared of anythin' like it nohow. Then I swear thet buck commenced into laffin' at me like to bust a gut. Then a right funny thing done happened. Thet there tree branch I hit with my bullet happens it was to be that it was a dead one, an' it cracked off'n thet tree an' hit thet there buck smack dab on his noggin' killin him instantly. I guess I had th' las' laff at thet there big ol' buck. An' I swears as how this here event took place jus' like I done tol' y'all, cross my heart.mudpuppy said:Here is another big lie.
When I was 13,(1952)I wanted to deer hunt but had no rifle.I took my paper route money and bought an old surplus 7.7Jap for $6.00.It came with only one shell and I was broke.So I took my new rifle and one shell and rode my bicycle to the top of the mountain about a mile out of town.
I walked a couple hundred yards into the woods and sat down.Within ten minutes a nice eight pointer steped into the trail.BANG/FLOP.I had just creased his forehead but he looked quite dead.
I didn't have a knife to field dress the monster,so I drug him to the road where I'd parked my bike.Trying to figure out a way to haul him home on my bicycle I finally put him on by back piggy-back,put his hind legs down in my gum boots and duct-taped his front legs to my fore arms and off we went.
Things were going well untill about half way down the mountain the deer came alive and started kicking and struggling to get away.My breaks were bad and soon we were up to 60 MPH and rode slap dabb through a group of city dudes hunting camp who were amazed to see a kid doubling a nice 8-pointer at such speed.
As luck would have it,I blew a tire at the edge of town and hit a tree.The deer was killed on impact and I suffered major cuts and bruises but survived.
Now cap that one ;D