Ultimate fishing/hunting story

[Jordan]

I can tell that alot of people on here are more of the "jokester" types... Lets see who can come up with the best fishing/hunting story. Im talking about just plain dumb breaking the laws/regulations. Whatever it may be.... make someone laugh today !!

["W"]

Originally Posted by Jordan

I can tell that alot of people on here are more of the "jokester" types... Lets see who can come up with the best fishing/hunting story. Im talking about just plain dumb breaking the laws/regulations. Whatever it may be.... make someone laugh today !!

You thinking fishing the Birds behind the Skrimp boats was a good one for ME.... I tell the story once a day

I bet them birds were picking good

[Jordan]

they were... smarta$$....whats ur funny fishing story Mr Bill dance ???

[Jordan]

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["W"]

Originally Posted by Jordan

they were... smarta$$....whats ur funny fishing story Mr Bill dance ???

Get em B Get em....

[Jordan]

keep on keeping on dude....: nospam:

[cabwiz2]

Well my buddy and I were deerhunting up in kasatchie and got very drunk one night. Well the next morning we go hunting and my buddy is there only a half hour or so and needs to poop. So he walks away from where he is hunting and drops his pants. He said it wasnt 10 seconds later a deer walks out in front of him about 40 yards. He grabs his rifle and shoots the deer. But in his excitement he let a turd go. It ended up in his drawers and he pulled up his pants to go get his deer. Now mind you he didnt let the deer die he just jumped up and ran after it. He was running after the deer and had the turd in his drawers, hungover trying to pull his pants away from his body and hold his rifle. Till this day I can still picture him running with one hand on his pants and one trying to hold his rifle and head throbbing.

[longsidelandry]

Originally Posted by cabwiz2

Well my buddy and I were deerhunting up in kasatchie and got very drunk one night. Well the next morning we go hunting and my buddy is there only a half hour or so and needs to poop. So he walks away from where he is hunting and drops his pants. He said it wasnt 10 seconds later a deer walks out in front of him about 40 yards. He grabs his rifle and shoots the deer. But in his excitement he let a turd go. It ended up in his drawers and he pulled up his pants to go get his deer. Now mind you he didnt let the deer die he just jumped up and ran after it. He was running after the deer and had the turd in his drawers, hungover trying to pull his pants away from his body and hold his rifle. Till this day I can still picture him running with one hand on his pants and one trying to hold his rifle and head throbbing.

lol that's a good one. And by the way, I'm liking your new avatar!!

[cabwiz2]

Me to, made me thirsty for milk. Cant seem to figure out why.

[Raymond]

I picked up my buddy one afternoon to go jump shoot sqealers on a creek east of Deville La. Had brothers 3 wheeler in the truck to ride on, got to the spot and had water running over the bridge. Put on our waders (mine chest, buddy hips) and proceed to try and drive across the bridge. I ended up running off of the bridge and turning the bike upside down. Buddy was holding on to me for dear life when I let go. Water was cold as *ELL which is probably what saved me. When I finally got my buddy off on my shoulders, I was able to find bottom and kick for all I was worth. Made it to the surface and he grabbed my new 870 and pulled me to the bank.
Moral to this story is....NEVER TRY TO RIDE ACROSS A BRIDGE IF IT HAS WATER RUNNING ACROSS IT!!
Guess the man did not want me that day.

[Ray]

I never did anything illegal, but I had a lot of fun hunting trips in my lifetime.

I duck hunted on a friends mom's land in Cameron for 25 years.
People were always asking him to go hunting with him.
He always told them to come on Monday morning.
Me and my best friend always hit the Red Rose on Sunday nights.
He always put the blind bums with us on Monday mornings.
The blind bums NEVER asked to go duck hunting again.
The Rose closed at 2 am. We got home at 3:30 am, changed clothes, got the dog and hooked up to the camp and napped until the hunters showed up.
The blind stories are a lot better, but I can't type that fast, it will take me all day to tell a couple of them.