Agreed
Jason, need to change your logo, its summer now, spring has past us by
He had a big rip in the crotch of his pants. Teach that butt head:rofl: But, that just seemed chicken shit to me.
Oh no its not! We havnt even gotten all our corn planted yet, still have beans to go!! That's why I had that up there for a while, when we should have been planting it was still snowing! Now it wont stop raining! 2 inches in the last 2 days and probably another inch tonight! Hard to get crap planted in the mud!
I guess I should at least change it to "spring has sprung!" OK OT rant over.
Oh yeah, another thing on the hunting/shooting motto. If it was just shooting I would have had this trophy I have been chasing for 2 years already! They dont get big by being stupid!
Some of these posts remind of something that happened several years ago when we still lived on the dairy.
There was a field across the street that had a barbed wire fence. The Canadian honkers would land over there.
I saw out the kitchen window a car park across the street. Two guys jump out with what looked liked a 22 rifle, climb though the barbed wire fence and sneak up on the geese and shoot one on the ground
By that time I was outside running toward the street yelling at them that I had called the police.
Of course with my big mouth they heard me perfectly, as did Pat, and he came outside to see what I was yelling at. They started running back toward the fence. One tried to jump the fence with goose in his hand and missed
Pat and I stood there and laughed our heads off as they drove off.
I'm not against hunting
Last year, my brother in law was sitting on the edge of a winter wheat field, all covered up, and had a little six point buck standing out in front of him about 25 yards away. He was just enjoying watching him, as he had no intentions of shooting him. All of a sudden, two guys jumped out of a truck on the adjacent dirt road and began shooting. It was right at 300 yards to the fence where my BIL was sitting, and these a$$holes couldn't shoot straight to save their lives. One shot actually hit about 10 yards in front of him, and another wounded the little buck in the front leg.
My BIL started yelling and waving his hands, and then fired a warning shot straight up in the air. The jerks drove off, and we had to kill that little buck.
When I finally got to him after hearing all the shots and yelling, he was as white as a ghost. All these stories go to show, some people have absolutely no respect for life...human or animal.
