so my uncle that now lives in boston has this huge ass 250acre ranch in junction, tx. which is about 2 hours from me. anyway, i've been up there quite a few times with my friends since august since the ranch is equipped with multiple cabins and whatnot. back in august, it was, i believe, dove hunting season. needless to say, that activity wasn't very fun for me. i didn't shoot a damn bird or came even close to nipping the feathers.
meanwhile, my friends were dropping birds from the sky. they're pretty avid sportsmen, though. the past few months have been deer hunting season, and let me tell you right now, you will NOT find a more boring "sport."
normally, i'd stay back at the cabin while my friends went out to their respective blinds to hunt deer, but this one time, i decided to join them to see what all the fuss is about.
.....
zzzzzz.
.....
zzzzz
talk very quietly, can't scare the deer!
zzzzzz.
i sat for 3 hours, in the bitter cold, wondering when the fuck a deer woudl show its face. during this time, i feel asleep on the foldout chair and started talking in my sleep very loudly. :lol friends didn't like that and quickly woke me up with their "UR GONNA SCARE THE DEEEER AWAY" talk.
so, on the mile walk back to the cabin in the near dark, my friend spots a deer, squats down, and fires.
deer, or bambi, is now dead. he managed to kill a 20lb baby deer. i was pissed. if you're gonna shoot an animal, at least make sure it's an adult... his excuse, "well, it looked bigger in the scope, asshole."
moral of the story. deer hunting is fucking wack.
meanwhile, my friends were dropping birds from the sky. they're pretty avid sportsmen, though. the past few months have been deer hunting season, and let me tell you right now, you will NOT find a more boring "sport."
normally, i'd stay back at the cabin while my friends went out to their respective blinds to hunt deer, but this one time, i decided to join them to see what all the fuss is about.
.....
zzzzzz.
.....
zzzzz
talk very quietly, can't scare the deer!
zzzzzz.
i sat for 3 hours, in the bitter cold, wondering when the fuck a deer woudl show its face. during this time, i feel asleep on the foldout chair and started talking in my sleep very loudly. :lol friends didn't like that and quickly woke me up with their "UR GONNA SCARE THE DEEEER AWAY" talk.
so, on the mile walk back to the cabin in the near dark, my friend spots a deer, squats down, and fires.
deer, or bambi, is now dead. he managed to kill a 20lb baby deer. i was pissed. if you're gonna shoot an animal, at least make sure it's an adult... his excuse, "well, it looked bigger in the scope, asshole."
moral of the story. deer hunting is fucking wack.
I started cracking up when I read that just now.
