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.