Damn yall a bunch of rednecks! So glad I hung out with my Scotia buddies instead of that motley crew! Come on with teh damn pics Simple!
Damn yall a bunch of rednecks! So glad I hung out with my Scotia buddies instead of that motley crew! Come on with teh damn pics Simple!
Nice, Some things never change. Do it Son.....
Looks like a rerun from Simon and Simon!
Damnit boys.....I hear ya! That pic is right up there with labs glamour shot!! Priceless!
I wish I could breathe life back in him, if I could I'd hunt him again tomorrow. - Ben Rodgers Lee
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"If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn't sit for a month." -Theodore Roosevelt-
Damn Wylie I don't know if im gonn b able to hunt with ya tonight. Nothing better than cutoffs and boots.
Glenn, dont open this at work.
Your SHVN's wont get any work done, and Sportin is going to be forgotten...
"Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery elements are for wise men to contemplate and for fools to pass by without consideration" -Izaak Walton
to all of you that were laughin', this is a "serious" thread, yall can go play around in the cookin' forum and the tradin' post
email comin to ya Mat-chew
since when have you been around me when things were serious and I not been in jorts and boots - wait til this evening, wrangler denim "advantage" jorts will be rockin', it's just SOP - UPSTATE!!!!!!
upstate urban killing? sounds like fun. dont let the soccer moms see RY coming...
Ugh. Stupid people piss me off.
SATURDEE
We were hunting a coastal river and after having passed inspection by the local boys in green, we were summoned by the owners of a certain infamous plantation to stop by for a beer, should we wish. We obliged. At some point, the conversations turned from one 20something young fella having his way with a 62y.o. woman to somebody screwing a midget. Ain't right sure where the stories diverged, but they turned out to be separate occasions. Whew.
Anyhow, as we're standing there with the owners and the manager of said plantation, somebody brings our attention to an 8' gator that's now quartering toward the floating portion of the dock and it's recommended that we kill him to death. RY and I take off for the boat where our tools of death and destruction were being stored and retrieve a release and the bow. RY has the bow and is pushing me in the back as I'm half running and half walking in order to secure the release to my fat wrist. We run through the covered portion of the dock to the other side where the gator is still in range, albeit a POKE to get him, and RY tells me "SIMPLE, YOU'D DAMN WELL BETTER NOT MISS IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PEOPLE". The pressure is now on (thanks for nothing, shithead). I bring the Diamond to full draw, settle the pin, pull the trigger, mofo launches and THWACK!! - lodged that gator-getter broadhead securely into his neckbone. GATOR ON!!!!!! As I'm putting the bow down, one of my assistants gets a firm grip on the line, we haul the beast to within 2', and somebody gives me the BIG IRON. 44mag is then leveled upon his noggin and his lights are thereby turned out. He's hauled upon the dock where we continued to share stories of conquest and tribulation while drankin beers and brown likker. The boys in green roll up without lights, check that all is well (of course it is) and go on their way. At some point, we find ourselves standing there looking at each other wondering why we're the only ones NOT in bed and decide to take it to the hill. Gator is iced down and dealt with the following day.
SUNDAY
We descend upon a different coastal river to continue our spree. We're in the water at about 5pm and hunt well into the night. As we go longer and longer without seeing the gator we want, I'm trying not to be too much of a puss by asking to be taken back to the ramp (this ol' boy had to work the following day and was 4hrs from home). We slowly work our way back to the landing and, within eyesight of said landing, we spot one final gator in a creek that we'd like to check. I'm driving the boat and said to one of the mates that this will be the one. It's 'bout 9:30pm at this point and I'm 2:00am at best getting back if I leave this minute. Ain't happenin'. Know why?
This is why.....(I got in at 2:45am and was sittin at my desk at 7:40am, for those keeping score at home)...
YES, CLICK THIS BLACK BOX - IT'S A VIDEO - IN THE DARK. THAT'S WHEN MANLY MEN MAKE THEIR MONEY.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
If there's a better way/place to host a nearly 9min video than photobucket, I might be willing to listen.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights....
Very nice.
I really want to get some video of one...
"Rivers and the inhabitants of the watery elements are for wise men to contemplate and for fools to pass by without consideration" -Izaak Walton
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