re: Top 5 Outdoor accomplishments.

A few years back on opening day of duck season (geese were open too) I shot 3 banded Canadas when a group of 20 came in. My uncle got 1 (not banded) ;) The kicker is the bands were consecutively numbered ( xxxxxx 15, xxxxxx 16, xxxxxx17) – talked to a padnah at DU and he did a little research for me and it has never been reported before. They were juveniles and banded about 100 mi away – they were likely part of a family group banded at the same time – that family took it on the chin. I killed the first 2 with one shot each and then had to chase the 3rd bird down

Got lots of cool stories but this is my #1

Ate the #1 african pompano from LA - never realized that it was #1 in the state by 10+lbs .... It was pretty tasty

1. Caught 8 10+lb bass in my life.. at least 20 over 7.

2. My 110 3/8ths inch 8 point in central Fl last year.

3. Doubled up with my buddy on birds we hunted 7 days straight. (most rewarding)

4. My first bow kill is up there

5. Catching a red on a fly I tied myself for the first time.

My 138" deer(or any other deer on my wall)

first buck with a bow

my 8lb bass

first deer ever

teaching my GF's 7 year old brother how to shoot and putting him on his first deer.

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Ate the #1 african pompano from LA

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haha, i did the same thing with the state record goggle-eye

Wookies place.

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3. Surviving/floating for 6+ hours in the gulf after my girlfriend at the time unknowingly tossed me off the back of a jetski and kept going. Coast Guard finally found me 1 hour before dark.

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Lived off of Fort Myers Beach in FL and owned a couple jetskis. Rode jetskis down the Caloosahatchee River and out into the gulf to the bars along the beach.

After a couple cocktails my girlfriend wanted to go for a ride and of course I said I would go with, hoping she meant pull up into the mangroves and get lucky.

Nope, she wanted to go out in open water and do some speeding around as well as the other dumb shite you do on a jetski. Well she prolly took us a good 1.5 - 2 miles offshore and pulled a power slide/hooker going about 30. I shot off the back and skipped a couple times across the water. When I got my bearings back all I see is the arse end of the jetski hauling arse away from me. I yell and scream and wave my arms thinking she is just messing around and will come back. After she disappeared and I couldnt hear the motor anymore I got a little worried.

The story that I hear about on the beach is that she showed back up after her thrilling joyride and one of my friends asked where I was. Supposedly she turned white as a ghost and realized what she had done. They called the authorities and the hunt was on. Her dumbass pointed them south to where she thought we were riding but we actually went north and west.

I tried to bob and wave and yell at any boat I saw in the distance as the current continued to carry me away. There was a time when I was not able to see the shore anymore and that's when I knew shite was getting real and fast. I didn't panic and was just trying to make myself as visible as possible and knew surely someone would come looking for me.

Sun started getting low in the sky and I was really starting to feel like a very small speck in a very large area. Finally I heard the faint sound of a helicopter and before I knew it the thing was hovering over the top of me. Shortly thereafter a Coastguard boast showed and scooped me up. I was dehydrated and sunburned on my shoulders, arms, and mainly my head. Not to mention the worst case of "prune hands" except it was pretty much my whole body. I was checked for warm water hypothermia which I never thought about but made sense after the medic told me about it.

Long story short with the woman. First thing out of my mouth seeing her was "Did those new titties you bought suck your brain out of your head or are you that fricking stupid".

She cried and apologized for the next few days. I grudge fricked her after I recovered from my sunburn for about a week and then I called it off. Realized it was pointless trying to further the relationship cause she had damn near killed me once and was not gonna let her have a second chance to try again.

Man, that's nuts.

I could totally see my wife doing some dumb shite like that.

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this sounds like an intersting night at the camp.

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Nah it was just some random Saturday drinking beer and riding around my buddies farm. He was easing down the turnrow blabbing on his phone. I was drinking beer apparently staring at trees. I saw the coon and told him to stop. We searched his truck but had no firearm The coon was probably 40 ft up the trunk hanging on the side looking at us. I've always been able to chunck stuff pretty good so I let fly with an empty Bud light long neck. The next thing I know there is there a loud whack and the coon was falling out the heavens. It hit the ground with a thud and went to convulsing on the ground. Not sure if it was dead or knocked out. It was unreal. We've told the story several times and nobody is really impressed. It was just one of those things that you would have had to see to get.

Walk off dump when I thought it would be a mess! That's it....