For the record, I don’t have anything against hunters or hunting and do support the second amendment, but when you are not hunting, must you talk about it constantly? Seriously?
Some of us are able to talk about other things.
My brothers and father, OTOH, watch hunting shows constantly and plan their next trip all the time.
I get my tag, shoot my critter, put the meat in the freezer, and go on with my life.
I mean, I can understand having a discussion before and after, it goes along with the comradere, but constantly? I have said that most divorces in SD are probably the result of a husband who talks about hunting and guns too much.
Nascar is not a sport. If it were, 9 out of 10 Sioux Falls drivers at 5:00 PM would be “sportsmen”. Neither is hunting. If picking off a deer from 300 yards with a rifle and a scope is “sport”, then so is picking nightcrawlers. But the NFL? Now there is sport. Played on a level playing field, where “all” the players can take a shot at each other. If that rule held true in hunting, “sportsmen” would stay home doing their wives laundry.
Ever tried to kill a deer with a bow and arrow, Warren? If stalking to within 40 yds of a very wily animal with better hearing and an better sense of smell than any human on earth, pulling back the draw string (usually about a 70 lb draw weight), holding it back until the animal gives you a good shot, actually hitting the deer fatally, tracking the deer, and then dressing and dragging it back tou your truck/ cabin isn’t sporting to you, then you must be superman.
Did I say archery hunting dude? I’ve done it for a couple seasons with one of my kids. I had one good shot afforded me during that time. Unfortuneatly I had just laid down my bow in the tree stand to warm my fingers. Game over. As soon as I moved to pick it up, the deer was gone. The kid still hunts archery and muzzle loader. Damn good cook too I might add.
Oh yeah, GoD? Try killing one with a club, tuff guy!
AG, I can’t stand NASCAR either, but the fanatic fans are worse. At my last job we had a temp receptionist who was crying one day, and I approached her and asked what was wrong, she says, “Earnhardt died yesterday, my husband and I just loved him, our entire trailer house is decorated in his memorabilia.” (yes – she said trailer house) And just as the tears almost stopped flowing I said “Well on the positive side, at least that crap will be worth something now.”
One time on my way out to Washington State I was driving on I-90 through Montana in the mountains and fawn a jumped in front of my car. I was doing about 80 so I didn’t have much choice but to hit it. I saw it fly thru the air like a punted football. I pulled over to see if I could find it and put it out of it’s misery if it wasn’t dead yet. There was a good section of his torso in one of my headlights. I walked back to where I hit him and noticed there was a good 500 foot dropoff. As I was looking over the cliff, all I could think about was Wiley-Coyote’s body as an accordian. Nothing like getting nailed by a car at 80 MPH then being launched off of a 500 foot cliff. Ouch!
The only car/deer collision I’ve ever seen was in the black hills. As we were headed down to Fall River county to fill our prarie deer tags, we saw a very nice mule deer buck standing next to the road. We pulled over, and my brother was getting his camera out to get a shot of this monster (it turned out to be the only nice buck we saw all day). Before he could zoom in, the buck put his nose to the ground and took off across the road – just as an old guy in an old tank of a suburban came driving through at about 65. He hit the buck full broadside and knocked it about 12 feet.
We got out to check on the old guy and his suburban (full broadside on a big mule deer and all that happened was a broken headlight) and put the buck out of his misery. Too bad we couldn’t have tagged him and kept him – he would have made a great antler mount.
The rut was in full swing that weekend and this deer was following a doe’s scent. I guess thinking with your little head can be deadly.
I ad a comeback for that DL, but Kathy Griffin already used it.
I have enough problems keeping up with my own laundry. Can anyone tell me why they are called a ‘pair of pants’? My shirts are just as symetrical, yet it is just a shirt.
For the record, I don’t have anything against hunters or hunting and do support the second amendment, but when you are not hunting, must you talk about it constantly? Seriously?
Some of us are able to talk about other things.
My brothers and father, OTOH, watch hunting shows constantly and plan their next trip all the time.
I get my tag, shoot my critter, put the meat in the freezer, and go on with my life.
I mean, I can understand having a discussion before and after, it goes along with the comradere, but constantly? I have said that most divorces in SD are probably the result of a husband who talks about hunting and guns too much.
Your cartoon reminded me of this video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CNgwZgoKFc
Warren-
Next time I suggest those pinheads try target practice before they go hunting for the real deal.
I think hunting is ALOMOST as stupid as NASCAR and the NFL.
ALMOST.
ALMOST???
Nascar is not a sport. If it were, 9 out of 10 Sioux Falls drivers at 5:00 PM would be “sportsmen”. Neither is hunting. If picking off a deer from 300 yards with a rifle and a scope is “sport”, then so is picking nightcrawlers. But the NFL? Now there is sport. Played on a level playing field, where “all” the players can take a shot at each other. If that rule held true in hunting, “sportsmen” would stay home doing their wives laundry.
I’d rather do laundry than watch football.
Ever tried to kill a deer with a bow and arrow, Warren? If stalking to within 40 yds of a very wily animal with better hearing and an better sense of smell than any human on earth, pulling back the draw string (usually about a 70 lb draw weight), holding it back until the animal gives you a good shot, actually hitting the deer fatally, tracking the deer, and then dressing and dragging it back tou your truck/ cabin isn’t sporting to you, then you must be superman.
Did I say archery hunting dude? I’ve done it for a couple seasons with one of my kids. I had one good shot afforded me during that time. Unfortuneatly I had just laid down my bow in the tree stand to warm my fingers. Game over. As soon as I moved to pick it up, the deer was gone. The kid still hunts archery and muzzle loader. Damn good cook too I might add.
Oh yeah, GoD? Try killing one with a club, tuff guy!
AG, I can’t stand NASCAR either, but the fanatic fans are worse. At my last job we had a temp receptionist who was crying one day, and I approached her and asked what was wrong, she says, “Earnhardt died yesterday, my husband and I just loved him, our entire trailer house is decorated in his memorabilia.” (yes – she said trailer house) And just as the tears almost stopped flowing I said “Well on the positive side, at least that crap will be worth something now.”
I killed one a fawn once with my truck trying to perfect my Rusty Wallace, Miller Lite vehicle moves. Does that make me like a diathlete?
I won’t actually say what that makes you, Warren.
One time on my way out to Washington State I was driving on I-90 through Montana in the mountains and fawn a jumped in front of my car. I was doing about 80 so I didn’t have much choice but to hit it. I saw it fly thru the air like a punted football. I pulled over to see if I could find it and put it out of it’s misery if it wasn’t dead yet. There was a good section of his torso in one of my headlights. I walked back to where I hit him and noticed there was a good 500 foot dropoff. As I was looking over the cliff, all I could think about was Wiley-Coyote’s body as an accordian. Nothing like getting nailed by a car at 80 MPH then being launched off of a 500 foot cliff. Ouch!
The only car/deer collision I’ve ever seen was in the black hills. As we were headed down to Fall River county to fill our prarie deer tags, we saw a very nice mule deer buck standing next to the road. We pulled over, and my brother was getting his camera out to get a shot of this monster (it turned out to be the only nice buck we saw all day). Before he could zoom in, the buck put his nose to the ground and took off across the road – just as an old guy in an old tank of a suburban came driving through at about 65. He hit the buck full broadside and knocked it about 12 feet.
We got out to check on the old guy and his suburban (full broadside on a big mule deer and all that happened was a broken headlight) and put the buck out of his misery. Too bad we couldn’t have tagged him and kept him – he would have made a great antler mount.
The rut was in full swing that weekend and this deer was following a doe’s scent. I guess thinking with your little head can be deadly.
What men will do for a good piece of ass, huh?
Angry Guy, want to come over to my house and do laundry while I watch football?
Sounds like a win win to me.
He has been known to be kinda-a-bitch!
I ad a comeback for that DL, but Kathy Griffin already used it.
I have enough problems keeping up with my own laundry. Can anyone tell me why they are called a ‘pair of pants’? My shirts are just as symetrical, yet it is just a shirt.
Because you only put them on one leg at a time – ha ha ha!
A pair of pants, but only one bra. What’s the deal with that?