Post by caretaker on Apr 30, 2009 20:34:08 GMT -5
Y`all gotta promise not to laff afore I tell dis story. Y`all promise? OK here goes.My brother tells dis story better than I do. Seein as he`s moved on to the happy huntin grounds. I jest have to do my bestest.
I don`t recolect zacyly whut yar it wuz. The compound bow had jest become popular an me and my brother got us a couple. We each got us a White Tail 2. WAl, we practiced all summer and got to where we could put an arry in the others arry fairly regular like.
Wal we got an invite to hunt on Don`s property. Don bein a coworker of my brothers. We got up to Don`s farm Don told us he wuz startin to be over run wiff wild hawgs an we could take a couple of them if we wanted. Sounded good to us but I wanted a deer. We went on to our stands and waited fer day lite.We each saw a few doe wiff fawns an a few spikes and prong horns but not the ones we wuz lookin fer. We met up early afore dark to walk to a field on the way back to Dons. Dis is whar things got intrestin. Whils we wuz walkin my brother spots a sow wiff a litter. Wiff out warnin my brother looses an arry. He hits the sow. UH....O it warn`t no kill shot. Jest made that sow mad. That sow turned on me. Now my brother tells it that I let out a blood curdlin Rebel Yell and ran right across the top of dat sow an climbed a tree. Now I knows fer a fact that be a barefaced lie. I was too busy tryin to control my bowels and bladder to move. I don`t know how the Good Lord growed that tree under me as fast as he did but I shore am grateful. Next thing I knows I am up in that tree a lookin down at one pissed off sow an a few of her brood. I look fer my brother an see an hear him up in a tree across the clearin a laughin his arse off at me. Those hawgs were completely ignoring him unless he tried to get down. Then they tree him again. Wal my brother loosed a couple more arrys at them hawgs but they wuz out of range. He kept yellin fer me to shoot the sow. I kept askin him wiff whut I ain`t got no gun.
It wuz dark by then an sure nuff Don and Chip came across the hill on their four wheelers. Chip kilt that sow an he an
Don run the younguns off. I did not come down out of that tree till that sow wuz strapped to Chips four wheeler an out of site. When I got out of the tree an wuz headed out Don an my brother asked
me why I didn`t shoot the sow. I said kinda indignant like wiff whut. I ain`t got no gun. Don reached over an tapped my bow and quiver full of arrys. Yep , I`d been settin in dat tree wiff a bow an full quiver. So ends my onest an onlyest Hawg hunt.
P.S. Chip, Don`s 12 year old son killed that sow wiff an arry.
OK y`all can laff now.
I don`t recolect zacyly whut yar it wuz. The compound bow had jest become popular an me and my brother got us a couple. We each got us a White Tail 2. WAl, we practiced all summer and got to where we could put an arry in the others arry fairly regular like.
Wal we got an invite to hunt on Don`s property. Don bein a coworker of my brothers. We got up to Don`s farm Don told us he wuz startin to be over run wiff wild hawgs an we could take a couple of them if we wanted. Sounded good to us but I wanted a deer. We went on to our stands and waited fer day lite.We each saw a few doe wiff fawns an a few spikes and prong horns but not the ones we wuz lookin fer. We met up early afore dark to walk to a field on the way back to Dons. Dis is whar things got intrestin. Whils we wuz walkin my brother spots a sow wiff a litter. Wiff out warnin my brother looses an arry. He hits the sow. UH....O it warn`t no kill shot. Jest made that sow mad. That sow turned on me. Now my brother tells it that I let out a blood curdlin Rebel Yell and ran right across the top of dat sow an climbed a tree. Now I knows fer a fact that be a barefaced lie. I was too busy tryin to control my bowels and bladder to move. I don`t know how the Good Lord growed that tree under me as fast as he did but I shore am grateful. Next thing I knows I am up in that tree a lookin down at one pissed off sow an a few of her brood. I look fer my brother an see an hear him up in a tree across the clearin a laughin his arse off at me. Those hawgs were completely ignoring him unless he tried to get down. Then they tree him again. Wal my brother loosed a couple more arrys at them hawgs but they wuz out of range. He kept yellin fer me to shoot the sow. I kept askin him wiff whut I ain`t got no gun.
It wuz dark by then an sure nuff Don and Chip came across the hill on their four wheelers. Chip kilt that sow an he an
Don run the younguns off. I did not come down out of that tree till that sow wuz strapped to Chips four wheeler an out of site. When I got out of the tree an wuz headed out Don an my brother asked
me why I didn`t shoot the sow. I said kinda indignant like wiff whut. I ain`t got no gun. Don reached over an tapped my bow and quiver full of arrys. Yep , I`d been settin in dat tree wiff a bow an full quiver. So ends my onest an onlyest Hawg hunt.
P.S. Chip, Don`s 12 year old son killed that sow wiff an arry.
OK y`all can laff now.