Still trouble.
Division of Wildlife Agent: "D. speaking, how can I help you?"Me: "Yes I'd like to inquire as to when bayonet season is?"
Agent: "HUH. . . . did you say bayonet?"
Me: "Yes, I'd like to take a deer using the bayonet on my Mauser "
Agent: " Wait. Miss. Did you say a Mauser? No. Firearm season is long over with. You can't take a deer with a firearm any longer."
Me: "I don't want to shoot it. OH no. I just want to Bayonet it! I've been practicing. I bet I can rush it now and kill it with one good poke."
Agent: (long pause. . . . heavy sigh)
Me: "Sir, Is it before or after Archery?"
chuckle
Agent: Brigid?!. . . .
I'm lucky I have a cousin who has a good sense of humor. I promise, I may poke the bear on occasion but I won't poke the deer.
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I propose we immediately set up a fund to buy Brigid some board games, books, chinese finger traps, whatever to capture her attention before this thing gets out of hand!!
This could be the beginning of the end of life as we know it.
Put me down for $20.
:)
That was priceless, Id have loved to listen in :D
Brigid,
Funny! Very funny!
Having a ball here in A'stan. The dust and filth is fascinating, to say nothing of the locals...
wish I could saty on longer, but the net nannies might nab me!
Bets regards,
Albert
I have seen this movie a bunch o' times but NEVER knew that there was a bunch of deer behind those Rebs.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYDhAmjmxYk
Thank you for another early morning 'spit coffee on the monitor' moment. It really made my day!
I knew an old Texan who thought it would be a good idea to take a deer with a buck knife from a moving car. He got the deer and has the scars to prove it. Almost cut off his thumb, broke a rib or two when the deer fell, got poked by a antler tine.
Yes, they were drunk at the time. Good thing they didn't have bayonets.
I had a friend years ago who was in a hunting club that would gather once every couple of years and hunt deer wearing nothing but loin cloths and boots, and using nothing but spears. I didn't believe him until he showed me pictures. I was never able to qualify to join the club because I couldn't pass the minimum physical fitness requirements, i was in the Marines at the time.
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May I suggest an archery deer target. You can run up and poke it no matter what time of year it is.
Oh how I wish I could have seen your cousin's face as he attempted to field your call!!
Reminds me a little bit of "Tunnel in the Sky".
I've only had a deer get close enough to bayonet once in my life. I suppose a bayonet might have caused less meat damage than a Brenneke slug at three feet.
Welcome back. I enjoyed your vacation pictures.
Here in Virginia, bayonet season comes just after trebuchet season, and just before atl-atl season.
No bag limit, tho'!
wv: fiermool
That's Gaelic for "gun moll".
L...M...A...O!! Good one.
Kinda reminds me of a few years back when I owned a gun shop and received a call froma man in Georgia. He wanted to do a primitive hunt and since I had the store and was just a good ol boy maybe I could help him. I thought he may want to maybe use a black powder gun.....but no he said he had already did that, bow and spear. i couldnt imaginge what was left. He told me that he wanted to get in a pine treee and jump out with a bowie knife and stab one. All I could picture was his next of kin sueing me when he landed on the knife, so I refered him to a friend. Next day I got a call from my friend and he wasnt laughing he was scared of the same suit and politley that I didnt refer any more like him.
Thought you might like that one.
mwp
That is awesome. Thanks for the chuckle.
That's too funny :D
Good thing your cousin has a sense of humor!
Oh, the fun that comes out of too much spare time.
Just make sure the deer is not related to any Australian wildlife. There's no reliable data on bayonet effectiveness against multicolored beach balls.
Haha, Brigid you are awesome:D
PMZ
Perhaps a plastic deer target. Instead of arrows, you could practice your lunge and parry. Some deer have sharp pointy things too.
Put me down for $20
See Ya
Did someone say... BAYONET?!?!?!
Heh. A woman after my own cutlery...
Brigid, my dear, your sense of humor is becoming more like LD's all the time.
Keep up the good work.
LOL!!
Cute picture! I guess you can't be too angry with Barkley when he shreds a roll can you. :-)
Ha! What a wonderful spirit you are! I remember being on my A.I.C. course (old Canadian army) and during a day compass march with about 30 men, one of the French guys (it's always the French guys) spotted a black bear on the edge of the field about 200m away, looking us over. Of course, he fixed his Bayonet and started running toward it. The odd part is, we all did. I still remember the little voice in my head, saying "what the @#$% are you doing?" The bear stood on its hind legs for a second, and then buggered off leaving a number of (oddly disapointed) Canadian soilders. Such is life.
Brigid, you should ask your cousin, if you want a bear license do you really have to hunt naked.
I always find the grass tickles.
A highly developed warped mind is a cruelty streak run amok if left unattended without adult supervision.
Go girl ;)
"WHEN REDHEADS GET BORED"
sung to the tune, When Sunny Gets Blue...
That would be epic!
Especially if you were wrapped in plaids and wode.
I wished for a bayonet when i took my first deer. I was directly above him, sitting in a redoak. As it was the Model 70 has never been fitted with a proper bayonet lug, and took a heart/lung shot from 10 feet.
I met some cousins of friends in AR who collected 3 deer and 4 pigs one day with a pile of corn, a stout oak limb, a closet dowel, a bowie knife and some duct tape.
Saturday I found the perfectly mint bayonet for my K31 which I have searched the past year. I can hardly wait!
Regards,
Rabbit
Without humor, as are doomed.
This reminds me of a classmate I had in college. He claimed to hunt wild boar with a knife. His goal was to become a Force Recon Marine, so it pretty much fit with his personality.
Turk,
But how do you get the trebuchet up in the stand?
Strictly speaking, he wasn't French, he was a Van Doo. (my fault) We were all yelling as well, it was all very Celtic. (sort of like the way you see shopping). I often wonder why I'm not dead.
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