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    • Bruce Smithhammer
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      Ok TBM compadres, co-conspirators and all-around denizens –

      I’ve got a 9 Zwickey Deltas I’m giving away. 3 are untouched and still in the package, and the other 6 have been sharpened and shot at foam in the past, but are still in excellent condition. I’m sending them all to one lucky person, and here’s all you have to do:

      Tell the funniest experience you’ve ever had shooting a trad bow – could be hunting, stumping, competition, anything.

      Entries will be assigned a number, run through a random generator, reviewed by my editor and Better Half, and then subjectively chosen according to the one that made me spew my beverage all over the laptop, Winner will be announced on Aug. 15th…

    • Doc Nock
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      How cool!!!

      Alas, you may wish you sold some of them to have our computer repaired after you spew beverage over it!!! 😯

      They’re a bit way too light for me, but that is one swell thing you’re doing for the troops.

      With this crew, I gotta believe that there will be some incredible stories… I hope they all have to post here so we can all have to buy keyboards!:lol:

    • ChumpMcgee
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      Awesome I like this!!!

      I was out bow fishing several years ago, I was standing in my flat bottom boat hanging around some lily pads waiting to see a carp moving thru in about 2-3 feet of water. After hanging out for awhile I saw the lily pads starting to part and I flung an arrow right in front of it and watched my arrow fly back out of the water. I hit a freaking rock, I hurried up and reeled in my line nocked up the arrow again shot back in front of the parting lily pads again…..arrow goes flying up and out of the water….what the heck I thought started to reel in my arrow again just to watch a giant snapping turtle raise its head up out of the water and looked at me with the same confused look that I had 🙂

    • RalphRalph
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      I was hunting mulies up in the Canadian River breaks a couple of years ago. In out of canyons and draws, up on on top, back down when I got a muley doe and her two yearlin’s up.

      They stood and gave me the stare for awhile til I decided I had things to do so I said “Boo”.

      They hightailed it then, up to the rim they went, the doe and one young’n one way the other young’n another.

      Up at the top of the canyons in this country there’s a rimrock any where from a couple of feet high to ten feet or more high.

      Momma and her kiddo got up top and she being wiser hit the top where the rim was about three feet and she and young’n cleared with no problem.

      Now jr., I figure a jr. knowing how we guys can be about things, not being as experienced as momma and with I’m thinking the male bravado, didn’t think it out quite as well.

      The rim was maybe six-eight foot high where the flying leap was attempted. Not!!!!!!!

      That deer hit the rim about a foot short, did a back flip and rolled ass over tea kettle all the way back to the bottom,, probably 200 feet, and stopped about ten feet from me.

      Me, I was having a hard time feeling sorry for the little critter cause I was laughing my tail off.

      The feller ? lay there a bit, got up, shook itself off, looked at me and I swear it grinned, said “s**t, what a ride” and just walked away.

      I did take buck by fawn bleating and drawing a muley doe in and a buck came charging in hell bent for leather but that’s another story. Humor in that one too.

    • Bruce Smithhammer
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      Great stories, both of you! I just spent 5 hot hours riding my motosickle down to SLC, and now I’m kicking back at a friend’s house, cracking a frosty beverage and laughing out loud. Keep ‘me coming!!

      😀

    • Bruce Smithhammer
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      *bump*

      Announcing the winner on Friday!

    • wahoo
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      I’ll play . Thanks Smitty . Me and a couple buds took off to Arizona for a Javie hunt which from Idaho takes a long time but also very nice in January. I almost forgot about this part . On our way thru Utah we picked up another friend who had a Sazuki sidekick that he had just buffed out real nice for driving in the desert without giving your truck a pin stripe job. Picture this 3 guys a dodge pickup and a huge trailer with the little jeep and all our gear piled up all around on this trailer and we are just having a grand time and we start getting closer to the dam in Arizonia and it clicks we can’t cross the dam with a trailer ( because of the year security was tight terrorist you know). Any way we decide to go for it and of course they stop us and ask the standard questions guns tobacco booze and we all chime in well yah this is a hunting trip. They let us thru and we get where we are going, set up a nice camp wall tent and I set my own small tent up ( I like being on the ground instead of cots). We decide that evening we are going hunting my buds drive and I’m a walker so we all take off and I get into some pigs right off and put a nice stalk on with no joy. By the time it was over I decide I better head back because it gets dark dark in the desert. So I am walking along and come up on a cliff a nice vantage point so I can see where I am. I look down and I’ll be go to hell theres another camp ?? I dare those folks to put a camp on our mountain so I turn around and start beating feet because it’s getting dark and I get lost in my own backyard. Long story short it’s black and I’m lost. I finally after a time stumble onto a road and decide left or right and by God I make the right decision. I get back to camp and everyone ask where you been ? I start telling them about the camp somewhere right next to us and all the same time we look at each other and figure that was our camp you jackass . We started laughing so hard I thought I was going to cry. Any way we still laugh about that trip today, there all good.

    • grumpygrumpy
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      Don’t want the broadheads, but read BUILDING THE BOW.

    • Bernie Clancey
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      I’d like to play. Mighty nice of you to create a little contest for fun.

      My brother-in-law and I have hunted together for forty years. One year we travelled to a remote cabin we rented for a couple nights. We got settled in and decided on who was sleeping where and I drew a small single bed. He got the double.

      He is a notorious snorer and I figured if I could get to sleep before him I would not be awakened by his snoring. So I headed to bed early while he stayed up to watch the hockey game. The living area had one of those futon things that the backrest folds down to make it into a bed. Seems he folded it down to watch the game and lie down to be comfy. Eventually he fell asleep on the thing and never got into the bed.

      About 3:00 AM I am awakened by a loud bang. I thought someone fired a gun out behind the cabin. I yelled for him but all I got in answer was his snoring. So, I get up to investigate, go out into the living area to find him asleep on the floor. Turns out he rolled over and the back legs of the futon thing came off the floor. He rolled out of this makeshift bed and the futon slammed back down on the floor. That was the noise that awoke me.

      I yelled at him to get up and go to bed and all I got for an answer was snoring. So, I left him on the floor and went back to sleep in my comfy little bed.

      Man can that guy sleep and I have bugged him about this story for years.

    • wahoo
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      Bernie luv the snoring stories. I was hoping more folks would chime in on some stories ??? We all know the Smith post get about 700 replies ??

    • Bruce Smithhammer
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      Thanks to all who played along with this! It was stiff competition among the (*ahem*) 4 entries, and no easy task picking a winner. So I decided that the only thing to do was go down to the basement and dust off my old Texas Instruments RCS™ (Random Chortle Spectrometer).

      I then converted each story to a punch card, and fed it through the RCS™ three times to avoid any false positives, and with the help of TI’s infallible technology, a clear winner emerged…

      R2!!!

      Thanks again to everyone for sharing their stories – every one of them made me laugh out loud. Expect more such giveaways in the future…

      And Ralph – PM me your addy and I’ll get the broadheads out to you on Monday.

    • RalphRalph
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      Thanks Bruce. Those will be really helpful since I spent all my money (not all but enough for tears:cry )fixing my ride so I can get somewhere where I can use them.

      I won’t be buying any new bows for awhile for sure. Like I need one, but when do we not?

      I also enjoyed the other tales. Thanks guys.

    • ChumpMcgee
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      R2 wrote:

      Thanks Bruce. Those will be really helpful since I spent all my money (not all but enough for tears:cry )fixing my ride so I can get somewhere where I can use them.

      I won’t be buying any new bows for awhile for sure. Like I need one, but when do we not?

      I also enjoyed the other tales. Thanks guys.

      Bravo congrats R2!

    • paleoman
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      Well, here’s one off topic but it’s had a long run and involves hunting. I had an Uncle and his friend who were old school hell raisers. They thought it was pretty funny to poison a poor kid with too much gin. So we get back to camp and hit the bunk beds. I got green shortly after, rolled over in the dark and heaved. Right into a pair of their boots. The lights came on and my Uncle had quite the laugh telling his buddy it was his boots.

    • paleoman
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      NOW I see when this thread started and the end date:oops: Serves me right posting a drinking story..

    • Kent Hansen
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      Smithhammer wrote: Ok TBM compadres, co-conspirators and all-around denizens –

      I’ve got a 9 Zwickey Deltas I’m giving away. 3 are untouched and still in the package, and the other 6 have been sharpened and shot at foam in the past, but are still in excellent condition. I’m sending them all to one lucky person, and here’s all you have to do:

      Tell the funniest experience you’ve ever had shooting a trad bow – could be hunting, stumping, competition, anything.

      Entries will be assigned a number, run through a random generator, reviewed by my editor and Better Half, and then subjectively chosen according to the one that made me spew my beverage all over the laptop, Winner will be announced on Aug. 15th…

      Well, I would like to congratulate R2 and I’d like to thank you, sir, for the bit of fresh air brought to the forum. I’d also like to share a story about a wise acre friend of mine who set about to teaching his younger cousin to deer hunt. Seems my friend, “John,” had tucked some chocolate chips in his pack for energy during the hunt and, with his young cousin in tow, set out for the deep woods of northern WI. As they made their way along, John pointed to some deer skat and told his cousin to see how fresh it was. His cousin, almost too willing a student, asked him how to tell. So John bent down with some of the chips in his hand came up and said,”Taste ’em!” as he put a handful of the chocolate chips in his mouth, chewed and savored them so purposefully, and announced the skat was “too old to worry about tracking this one.”

      Of course, the newby hunter was incredulous, but again asked the obvious question, “How do you know?” John was more than willing to aid in the lad’s deer skat education. He said, “You’ve got to get a good sample and taste ’em real good. If they taste like alfalfa, they’re real fresh.”

      Seems the story told at camp that night was that the youngster had gobbled a good two pounds of the real stuff before they found any that was fresh enough to ” mess with worrying about.”

      To this day, that youngster’s moniker for the week of deer camp is “Pooper Scooper.”

      Good hunt in’ all!

      LB

    • Bruce Smithhammer
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      paleoman wrote: Well, here’s one off topic but it’s had a long run and involves hunting. I had an Uncle and his friend who were old school hell raisers. They thought it was pretty funny to poison a poor kid with too much gin. So we get back to camp and hit the bunk beds. I got green shortly after, rolled over in the dark and heaved. Right into a pair of their boots. The lights came on and my Uncle had quite the laugh telling his buddy it was his boots.

      paleoman wrote: NOW I see when this thread started and the end date:oops: Serves me right posting a drinking story..

      Even better.

    • Bruce Smithhammer
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      Lbhunter63 wrote:

      Seems the story told at camp that night was that the youngster had gobbled a good two pounds of the real stuff before they found any that was fresh enough to ” mess with worrying about.”

      LB

      You know, I’ve pulled that trick before (with brownie batter) but I’ve never been able to convince someone else to try a little for themselves. Well done!

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