Give your best outdoor story, Wed, OB cooking drinking thread!

Red Dog and Tofu Burgers, life is good!

Not cookin, just drinking! Might get lucky tonite. Or not!

Deer burgers (kids ate all the bread so just meat for me) and new potatoes and squash from my garden's first picking. Got 3 Beasts in the fridge I'll probably drink.

Best story involves my pop chasing a crippled deer down and drowning it, and me getting fussed at like I shot his dog because the shot was too far back and he lost his favorite hat during the chase. I was 7 or 8 and it was a 10lb New Englander muzzle loader freehand at 100 yds.

Got tired of seeing my ucle and dad shooting little bucks on land we had agreed to manage for trophies so I decided to shoot the first thing I saw. Been on the stand bout 10 min when a little six came out and got dropped. Decided to go hunt another stand since I'd shot so early. Sat down about 30 seconds when a huge 10 my dad and uncle had been hunting for three yrs came by chasing a doe. He didn't leave. Thanks to their dumbasses I hunted a stand I wouldn't have and killed the deer they'd been after.

Well hell
Don't know what the ole lady is cooking ima having a budweiser on the back porch

A fellow poster and me were hunting a bullrush break killing ducks. I heard some land in front of him so I was trying to be still. I saw a squirrel across the creek and was going to wait for him to shoot then dust the rat. He took so long my hands got cold so I put them in my pockets. When I did he shot once then a few seconds later he shot twice. I didn't shoot the squirrel. I asked him what took so long to shoot those ducks and he said it wasn't ducks. A buck jumped in the creek and almost ran over him when he got to the other side. He killed it with #4 steel. Point blank.
I remember cutting out the backstraps and the pellets falling out of the top of them in the neck and pinging when they hit the cement under the skinning shed.

Had Taco Bell. Didn't feel like cooking.

When I was young (7 or 8). My dad took my twin and I duck hunting on hog island. Shot well over the limit and Dad hid the extras in a huge hollowed out cypress stump. We walked out to our house boat and a game warden was there. He asked us how many we shot, dad replied "we got our limit" while raising the ducks we brought out. My brother then says "that's not all we got, we got a lot more that we had to leave because we couldn't carry them all." The look on dad's face was priceless. Game warden laughed and then left after telling my dad something in private, then by brother got a whipping and we both learned that a game warden is the only person you can lie to.

was sitting around a campfire after my freshman year of college with a girl i was dating, my best bud from back home and a girl her was banging.. both the girls knew each other

we drank, smoked a couple bowl, ate some wieners and then they ate our wieners..





















then we switched girls

For many years I have split my time between engineering and military contracting and plan around my hunting seasons and being home for rut and ducks.
Hunting one morning with my lady and her friend who is a cowgirl and looks like the blonde on American hoggers in a big box stand down by my creek. By 0800 we had drank the bottle of gentleman jack because I told them it would help them "keep warm".

I should write a penthouse forum letter for what I saw that morning.