we're good, ya just came on a lil strong at first.

We set up in the same spot later (when I wasn't raining). Truck pulls up and stops right across from, I'm on the ground with the camera, maybe 40 FEET from him. Driver gets out and pulls a rifle from behind the seat. Passenger, drinking a beer, says it ain't real. Driver says it is and loads gun. Passenger says it ain't real. I move the head and driver blasts it. LOL I walk over to the truck and tell him to put the gun on the ground. Passenger tells him I told you it wasn't real....

I get license from shooter and the passenger hands me his also, I hand it back and tell him he isn't getting a ticket, I heard him tell the guy not to shoot!!!!

Gun was a Legenday Lawman 30/30.....LOL

Now that you two have kissed and made up.. we are waiting on Taz stories old man

after supper , ya impatient lil terds....

Great post BC!!!!

Awesome stories Fred, can't wait to hear some about Taz.

Oh yeah, I check in daily. I don't post much but I think I'm addicted to the site.

I remember a story I heard about our GW in Covington Co. back in the 70's. His name was Johnny Holloway.

A guy shot a deer one night that ran a little way into the woods before it crashed. He went and found it, but couldn't get it to the truck by himself, so he went back to town to get a couple buddies to help. They got back to the deer, everyone grabbed a leg, and they started for the truck. About halfway, they stopped for a breather, and one of the guys commented that it was a good thing there were four of them to drag the deer out. The poacher, remembering how many people he had enlisted to help, said, "there aren't supposed to be but 3 of us dragging him out."
Johnny's voice in the dark, "There aren't supposed to be any of us dragging him out!"

I know none of you righteous fellas have ever done anything like this, but I got a decoy story for you...

When we were juniors in high school (1991) a buddy and I skipped school one day to go hunting on Cheaha Mountain. Around late morning we decided to ride into Talladega to grab a burger. The road you would take is named Twin Churches Rd, and nowadays it is just mile after mile of huge crop fields, but back then those fields were separated by privet hedge rows. The road is straight for very long distances in most places. As we're riding along we see a group of local dog hunters all pulled over along side of that road maybe a few hundred yards ahead, just standing around their trucks. Simultaneously I saw a good buck standing down one of those privet rows and told my friend to STOP, I was gonna kill that sucker right in front of those doggers (whom we knew well). I could just see myself teasing them about killing that big buck out from under their noses. We pull over, I start to get out, and my friend begins to gruffly tell me to "get the $%^@$ in the truck NOW!!!" I look at him questioningly, and he tells me again and starts to pull off. I jump back in and we turn around and speed off. He says one of those guys had walked out into the road and was waving his orange hat over his head suspiciously.
Fast forward to the next day and I'm at my grandparent's house. One of my grandfather's buddies is there visiting, so when I walk in he asks me, "Was that you and (friend's name) about to shoot that dummy deer yesterday???" I tried to play dumb, but he knew it was, so I confessed. He proceeded to tell me, "I shot the $%#$ thing and the game warden was writing me a ticket right then, and you two stupid sons a #$^@#$@ stop to shoot it too!" I told ol' Sammy to step out there and tell y'all dumb@$$es to get the #$@#$ out of there!!!"
True story!!!