Hunting stories

[Cocktooth]

I fucking hate hunting stories. I don't mind you posting pictures, but the stories can go. For instance, this is what I just got to hear for 20 minutes.


Man, got up this morning at 4:30. Snuck down to my stand about 5 Oclock at my parents property. Coated the ground with some deer piss and waited. About 7 Oclock, 4 deer appear to my right. I watch, but they didn't get close enough to shoot. One was the biggest buck I've ever seen. Blah blah blah, got off my stand about 10.


First off, shorten your fucking story to I went hunting and didn't shoot anything. Better yet, If I see a bunch of deer, regardless of how far away they are, I'm shooting.

Secondly, don't talk about this huge buck and not take a pop at it. I'm not a hunter, but If I could see it in my site, it's shootable. I've locked up plenty of wild game on Cabella's Big Game hunter from far distances.

Moral of the story, I don't give two shits about your hunting unless you are getting me jalopeno deer sausage or peppered jerky.

[Orgazmo]

I've never been hunting, but it really does sound boring as shit.

Has any active Nubblite legitimately hunted?

And no, ID, trouser snakes don't count :-D

[Saint DH]

I've never hunted.

It looks boring as hell, and honestly, killing a stupid animal with a rifle doesn't seem very difficult at all.

[f3lix]

I'm amused at how tough these guys are who hang deer heads on the wall of an animal they shot from a safe distance.

[DJ FC]

I went pheasant shooting last November. One of the most fun days of my life.

[Orgazmo]

If pheasant hunting is anything like what I picture in my head (marching through the woods and shooting at the bastards as you come across them), it is quite a bit different than sitting high in a tree all god damned day in complete silence hoping that a deer trots through the area.

[DJ FC]

You stand in a line with a couple other guys and your minions chase the birds toward you. The birds fly over the treeline and you shoot them out of the sky!

[THEINCREDIBLEdork]

I went hunting in a deer stand once. It was like a tree house. I'll never go again. Saw a doe but didn't shoot it. All we ended up doing was playing with our trouser snakes.

[thekremlin]

I was shipwrecked on an island in the south pacific once. After waking up on a sandy beach, I spotted an ominous mansion atop a stark cliff. When I made my way to the manor, I finally succumbed to exhaustion and fainted. I awoke in a luxurious bedroom, in silk sheets and fine pyjamas. Beside my bed was a distinguished looking man with a sharp goatee and a dangerous glint in his eye. "I hope you are well," he said to me in an accent tinged with the moorish lands. "Because tomorrow we are going to play.... the most dangerous game." The following day, he hunted me and shit.