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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…
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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
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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.
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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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