The "click" on an empty chamber that sounded like a bomb went off and the buck that pranced away while I chambered a round.......

One of dads good friends brought me and his son who was my friend out to their lease in Seymore. Me and dad saw a nice buck the previous evening but dad didn't take the shot so we set dad out in that stand by himself so I would not mess it up and we hunted the opposite side. The three of us sat in the truck on the other side of the field and BSed for the most part until a really nice buck came out. His dad got out and got set up on a bipod in the field and confirmed that was a nice deer. He took the shot and the scope lost sight of the deer. He had placed a 180gr bullet out of a 30-378 weatherby mag directly into the berm in front of him.

I used TINKS 69

Before I knew better I told my wife EXACTLY how I wanted something done. When she took the slack out of that rope tied to the pickup, I became EDUMACATED. When she put the truck in park and got out she told me not to ever talk to her that way again. I SAID YEEESSS MAME . I GRADUATED MAGNA DUMB ARSE!!!

Before I knew better I told my wife EXACTLY how I wanted something done. When she took the slack out of that rope tied to the pickup, I became EDUMACATED. When she put the truck in park and got out she told me not to ever talk to her that way again. I SAID YEEESSS MAME . I GRADUATED MAGNA DUMB ARSE!!!

At a strapping young age of about 10 years old, I decided the little 218 Bee wasn't enough rifle and talked my dad into letting me hunt with his sporterized Springfield 30-06. Dad warned me it had a pretty good kick and it would make me start flinching. I would have nothing of it, and swapped rifles with him one morning. Dad dropped me off at my favorite oak tree and helped me up onto the single 2x6 seat about 12 foot up in the air. The foot rest had long ago rotted away ... Dad drove on over to the next stand. I was sitting there dangling my legs when out walks a nice buck that several of the other hunters had seen but no shot opportunity. broad side walking about 100 yards. I leveled off old "meat in the pot", clicked off the safety, gust of wind hits me just as I squeezed the trigger making me totally unbalanced on my tiny perch, BOOM ... the next thing I know it's a-holes and elbows grabbing for limbs with one hand as I go rolling out of the backside of the tree while hanging on to the rifle, landing flat of my back about 12 feet below, knocking every ounce of oxygen from my lungs. As I lay there gasping for my next breath, I thought about what dad had told me and surmised that his comment about a "pretty good kick" was a HUGE understatement. And the missing foot rest really needed to be put back in place before someone (else) got hurt.

The deer was safe for another day and dad got a good old belly laugh when I started telling him my little adventure.

Wives don't count! You have to know what you did in order to correct it. Usually they don't tell ya and you have to guess....If you guess wrong you're in worse trouble!

The "click" on an empty chamber that sounded like a bomb went off and the buck that pranced away while I chambered a round.......

This is why my username is what it is...

First time I shot off of a strange horse.