lol, those benjamins are bad arse guns.

a buddy of mines dad had some goats that would get over the fence and stand on top of his car. he kept a Crossman pump bb gun to shoot them and scare them off, he shot one behind the shoulder with a BB and it hopped off, stood still then started coughing up blood. it keeled over about a min later.

he stopped shooting them and took to chunking rocks. a week later he threw a rock and it hit a goat in the knee and broke his leg, which had to be amputated.


I also know a guy who killed a wounded goose with a pair of channel locks that he sidearmed into its kneck while it was hobbling down the road.

Ok.. that's not the end of the story. The clients heard us talking about running hogs with dogs and decided it was crazy, and exactly what they wanted to do. We caught a nice boar which I had to carry a pretty good distance out of the woods. That go me so covered in mud and hog goo that I had to remove my shirt and continue with the hunt topless.

Where things really went wrong was later in the night when we had a small hog caught in some mud on the side of an almost dry tank. The way we approached the hog and dogs put us coming up and over the dam. For some dumb reason I decided to just jump off the back of the dam and land beside the dogs and hog.. it was only a 5ft drop what could go wrong?

It was like jumping into a bowl of sticky oatmeal. I hit the mud and my momentum drove me up to my chest into the sticky stuff. I panicked and tried to get free but I was as stuck as stuck could be. Good news was that I really wasn't sinking anymore, bad news was there was no way I was getting out alone.
Everyone was laughing their tails off at my expense and the clients asked in all seriousness if this was a normal thing that happened. The rest of the guys were able to easily get to the dogs and hog by going around the drop off I had jumped from, and then get over to where I was.

In the process of extracting yours truly from the mud I lost both of my boots, my pants and my boxers...but thankfully I still had my socks on! It was a choice of coming out of the mud without my pants, or staying there all night.

How far were we from the truck?... about a mile. But walking naked in socks through cactus and mesquite scrub I would have told you it was at least ten miles.

Where there women with us? Yes. Client's wife. I walked at the back of the group.

Did I at least get a big tip? Don't remember....it was so overshadowed by the other events of the evening.

Everyone had a good time (except me) and a great laugh at my expense...... And that is the last time that I:
A. Jumped into mud from a elevated location
B. Forgot to wear a belt on my pants
C. Was ever so afraid of cactus spines
E. Was naked with another man's wife in the dark
F. Loved a pair of socks so much..they were better than bare feet


Thus ends the story of finishing a hog hunt naked and the strangest thing (thank god) on my hunting resume!

I aint even going to try and top that.

Ok.. that's not the end of the story. The clients heard us talking about running hogs with dogs and decided it was crazy, and exactly what they wanted to do. We caught a nice boar which I had to carry a pretty good distance out of the woods. That go me so covered in mud and hog goo that I had to remove my shirt and continue with the hunt topless.

Where things really went wrong was later in the night when we had a small hog caught in some mud on the side of an almost dry tank. The way we approached the hog and dogs put us coming up and over the dam. For some dumb reason I decided to just jump off the back of the dam and land beside the dogs and hog.. it was only a 5ft drop what could go wrong?

It was like jumping into a bowl of sticky oatmeal. I hit the mud and my momentum drove me up to my chest into the sticky stuff. I panicked and tried to get free but I was as stuck as stuck could be. Good news was that I really wasn't sinking anymore, bad news was there was no way I was getting out alone.
Everyone was laughing their tails off at my expense and the clients asked in all seriousness if this was a normal thing that happened. The rest of the guys were able to easily get to the dogs and hog by going around the drop off I had jumped from, and then get over to where I was.

In the process of extracting yours truly from the mud I lost both of my boots, my pants and my boxers...but thankfully I still had my socks on! It was a choice of coming out of the mud without my pants, or staying there all night.

How far were we from the truck?... about a mile. But walking naked in socks through cactus and mesquite scrub I would have told you it was at least ten miles.

Where there women with us? Yes. Client's wife. I walked at the back of the group.

Did I at least get a big tip? Don't remember....it was so overshadowed by the other events of the evening.

Everyone had a good time (except me) and a great laugh at my expense...... And that is the last time that I:
A. Jumped into mud from a elevated location
B. Forgot to wear a belt on my pants
C. Was ever so afraid of cactus spines
E. Was naked with another man's wife in the dark
F. Loved a pair of socks so much..they were better than bare feet


Thus ends the story of finishing a hog hunt naked and the strangest thing (thank god) on my hunting resume!

I killed 2 10" beard Toms at 150 yards with a 300 win mag with one shot. Hit the one I was aiming at in the neck, a piece of the bullet hit the 2nd Tom behind and off to the right of the first Tom in the temple.

As a kid, I killed a dove as it sat in an elm tree, by chunking a flat, sharp piece of flint rock. Took it's head right off. I was the neighborhood hero and bad arse for a week or two afterward.

I once attempted to kill a turkey by chunking a 4-way tire iron at it. I hit it in the head and knocked it out. Thinking it was dead, I threw it into the bed of the truck. By the time we got back to camp, it had come to. We kept it as a pet for several months until it got run over by a truck. Then we ate him.

Me and some friends once caught a bunch of jackrabbits by hand. We took to the hunting cabin and turned them loose inside. Yes, we were drunk.

I've never choked a catfish.

And finally, if I had to choose, I pick offshore fishing over hunting.

You were lucky.

A .300 win mag is a little on the light side for turkey hunting

That way if I missed no harm no Fowl..

The oddest thing about mine?

I don't have one...yet. I'm 18 and never been hunting. This'll be my first season ever

welcome to the fold.

what got you interested in our sport?

I print out every hunting pic I receive from friends and family and put in my camo album.