no you haven't , please tell us....

 

is it worth retelling, wickster?

 

probably because I don't remember it very well, but I have a sneaking suspicion I'd find it in the original corner game thread....

 

Cliff notes please...

 

well, basically, we were out on our land in hondo... hog huntin'

the trick to successfully hunting boars is to kill them before they kill you...

anyway, the hogs like to stay in the tall TALL brush (about 10ft) thats so thick and tangled you can't even get through with a machete (sp?). instead, you have to crawl through the tunnels through the brush made by the boars. these tunnels aren't very large, but it's the only way to get to those boars - the dogs aren't dumb enough to go in there. you're supposed to just SCARE them out, not LURE them out...

so i check and double check my gun is fully loaded, and start crawling into the brush. about 20ft in, the dogs start going crazy.

"What is it? Wha? What?" I scream.

"I don't know! You see anything?"

"No."

"Probably just some fowl!"


Riiiiightt....

Then I heard a rustling... It sounded like it was moving quick, AND heading towards me...

"Oh shit," I thought...

Then I see a bigass 300lb boar with 4in tusks running all-out straight for me.

"FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!" I yell as loud as I can. "Get your gun! Get your gun!"

Without enough room to turn around, I start crawling backwards as fast as I can without accidentally shooting myself in the face (loaded gun in hand). "Get your gun! It's a ing boar! Get your ing gun!"

But I wasn't gonna make it out in time... So, while backtracking clumsily on both knees and only one hand, I shot that boar in the face with my .45 FMJ hydrostatic hollow points. BAAM! BAAM! I shot him again... But he still kept coming. now he was just pissed even more.

Scared shitless, I just empty my clip as fast as I can into the boar's face no more than 20ft from me. But he still kept comin! I guess those rounds just bounced off his face like ping pong balls...

"I'm out! I'm ing out!" I yell desperately, still clicking the trigger hoping that by some act of god my clip will reload itself.

Luckily, I get out in time, but as soon as I make it out of the tunnel and move to the side, the boar comes hauling ass out... Everybody started yelling in terror...

The dogs were going crazy, barking and all but never getting closer than 10ft, while the boar ran around wildly, dark stinky burning blood all over his head, trying to decide who to kill first.

"Where's my shotgun?!? Gimme my shotgun! Dustin, shoot it you dumbass. Shoot the ing pig!"

As I grab my 12ga from Ryan, Dustin starts goin off on that pig with my beretta 9mm. 10 rounds into that damn thing and he was still runnin...

When I finally get a shot, BAAM! i fire a slug straight into the side of the boar. it knocked him down tumbling, but he got right up again. BAAM! that's one in the leg. BAAM! and another in the stomach...

It was working. Thank God, it was working.

The boar was finally crippled, so I run up closer to it and fire one straight into its heart.

GADUNK. his head dropped.

....


"Holy ... hoooollllyyyyy ..." i say, collapsing on the ground. "Why didn't you ing shoot it? Didn't you ing hear me?"

Then Ryan... "Is it dead?" he asks as I see him running towards us trying to load his 22 semi-auto.

"Where the 'd you go?"

"Had to get my gun."

"What the were you gonna do with that?"

 

any more stories?

please tell them all

 

i wanna go hunting again

 

if you cross this line ________________

 

i posted in the dakota forum, but it was a pathetic post, at best.

my post was 2nd on the page, right after the mod's post, where he thanked everybody for behaving... i'm not that brave, to start shit right then and there

 

he will close it at the first sign..i was the one who got him to say that