LNST - LOL we got a Noon kickoff tomorrow

Got a hunt in the morning.
About to go to bed.

Here's some of my bullshite

''Twas the night before deer season,
And all through the camp,
Not too many were stirring,
Most were out like a lamp,
The rifles were slung,
By the bunks with great care,
In hopes that come morning,
Big bucks would be there,
The young hunters were passed out,
Up tight in their bunks,
While the grown men sipped whiskey,
And kept talking drunk,
Until me in my t-shirt,
Laid down on the couch,
While old uncle kept snoring,
(When he's drunk, he's a grouch)
When from nowhere arose,
Many hours before dawn,
A terrible clatter,
From the camp's own front lawn,
Away to the front porch,
I flew like a devil,
And almost fell off,
'Cause it wasn't built level,
The moon, shone right off,
New four wheelers below,
I guess, for some people,
Their business ain't slow,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Was a glorious fight,
Of two huge antlered deer,
I could not even count,
All of the tines there, but,
It was clear they were ready,
All primed for the rut,
As rapid as horses,
The charged at each other,
Much fiercer than Bambi,
More alive than his mother,
I tried to wake up,
All the rest of the hunters,
I even called them names,
But unfazed they just slumbered,
"Hey Grandpa, hey Drunkard,
Hey Newblood, Hey Steve,
Wake all your asses up,
Before these big bucks leave!
They're in front of the porch,
And their antlers aren't small.
Wake your drunk asses up,
And come see this deer brawl!"
And as quick as cane syrup,
From the refrigerator,
They arose from their bunks,
But not sooner, much later,
They tore off their covers,
As quick as a sloth,
I'm surprised that they didn't,
End up food for moths,
And then, from the front porch,
I stared at my proof,
Two massive deer battling,
With antler and hoof,
As I cried for the others,
To come see the scene,
Where a few hours earlier,
Drunk tales had been,
I was dressed all in camo,
From my neck to my toe,
As I watch the bucks battle,
From the porch there below,
Their antlers were wide,
And their tines were symmetric,
I could barely count points,
For their clash was quite hectic,
And they both prob'bly weighed,
Some two hundred pounds each,
And once more for the hunters,
To come, I beseeched,
But they struggled, And fought,
right in front of my self,
I could see their heads mounted,
Above my office shelf,
So I reached for my rifle,
And twisted my head,
For once I pulled the trigger,
One soon would be dead,
And I spoke not a word,
Grabbed my gun with a jerk,
As I chambered a round,
That would soon go to work,
And laying my finger,
Inside of the trigger,
I shot at a buck,
I had never seen bigger,
And the fur on its neck,
I am sure that I grazed,
And away like a flash,
Went their haunches all raised,
And the hunters I'd woken,
Then turned on the lights,
And laughed at me,

I HADN'T ADJUSTED MY SIGHTS!

Where are you hunting?

Holy hell I read that wall of hunting text

Didn't even know you were a hunter

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Bush, soccer,buga

Howdy fellas

I just down voted myself on accident in the OP. Damn fat finger

Me and the boy shot 3 yotes with the thermal scope earlier. He shot 2. Right in the dome.

Tiger butt hope that youngen gets well soon . Spent many nights in the ER with my children. Not fun

Cooked some bacon and sausage in preparation.

Fillets as soon as I am done watching die hard 2.


Bushmaster congrats on young BM. Sure he will make you proud.

Just now leaving Freds

I'm laughing at you, not with you

Poor guy, as in you