Ok, I've spent the last couple of days reading through this thread. Great thread.

I'm going to add this one even though its not my story, in the sense that I didn't find it.

When I was a kid I used to hunt on a big ranch in Duval county. My dad met one of his best friends out there, and became one of mine as well. He was a guide at the time along with another guy. Well, this other guy saw something that he couldn't wait to tell. This was the late 70's, early 80's.

Story is, he was running his trap lines one morning and cut down a seldom used road on a hill that overlooked a lot of land. As he got out to reset his trap, he noticed a truck about 400 yards away. He got his binoculars, and could see that it was the ranch owners cousin and he had a deer in the back of his pickup. On closer inspection, he realized that he had the does leg up in the air, and his pants down around his knees, and he was trying to marry that thar deer. He couldn't stop laughing every time he told the story.

Still, to this day, when we see a doe run across the road, we say "There goes (omitted)'s girlfriend!"

This sounds like a yarn, I know, but knowing the players involved...I very much believe it to be true. If nothing else, it makes for a helluva campfire story.

Ok, I've spent the last couple of days reading through this thread. Great thread.

I'm going to add this one even though its not my story, in the sense that I didn't find it.

When I was a kid I used to hunt on a big ranch in Duval county. My dad met one of his best friends out there, and became one of mine as well. He was a guide at the time along with another guy. Well, this other guy saw something that he couldn't wait to tell. This was the late 70's, early 80's.

Story is, he was running his trap lines one morning and cut down a seldom used road on a hill that overlooked a lot of land. As he got out to reset his trap, he noticed a truck about 400 yards away. He got his binoculars, and could see that it was the ranch owners cousin and he had a deer in the back of his pickup. On closer inspection, he realized that he had the does leg up in the air, and his pants down around his knees, and he was trying to marry that thar deer. He couldn't stop laughing every time he told the story.

Still, to this day, when we see a doe run across the road, we say "There goes (omitted)'s girlfriend!"

This sounds like a yarn, I know, but knowing the players involved...I very much believe it to be true. If nothing else, it makes for a helluva campfire story.

When I was a kid I found an old feed trough full of dirty magazines. I piled so many on the seat of my Honda 70 that I could barley reach the footpegs!!!! Boy, I was the hit of the neighborhood!!! lol

bump for a good thread

Good bump!

I can't remember if I posted this before but when the Space Shuttle Columbia broke up over east Texas there were groups of people sent into the woods to map and recover the various parts. While searching they found a lot of stills, illegal grow operations and according to a friend, several "major" crime scenes. One thing they found "several miles from the nearest road" was a skeleton duct taped to a tree.