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That's a gorgeous buck!

Asian tranny by definition is an issue.

A funny thing about being remote the week of this hunt, I killed my buck on election day. Riding out and back towards civilization the following Thursday, we weren't yet aware of who had won the presidential election. Had the witch won, probably would have reprovisioned at the truck and then just ride back into the wilderness.

We seem to find spots a little out of the way. Once on the trail I think we encountered three people the rest of the week. I was planning on taking the old 88 .243 or the older 760 as a backup. Shot the .243 a couple days prior to leaving for the hunt because I had recently dropped it lightly from the bed onto the dog bed. So I was greatly disturbed to find it was shooting a foot high at 200 yards after just a gentle bump. How would it shoot after the riggers of a long trail ride? The 760 built in 1955 with 1.5-4X Weaver tube got the nod. I'm fairly certain that scope hasn't been touched since Nixon was in office. Three of us packed in with little drama. A green horse balked at jumping a deep Hoss eatin crevise but finally relented rather than be left behind. There were down trees to jump and some low branches (my horse is nearly 6' at the withers making most all branches, low branches). A few pack adjustments, an old Blivens on my stirrup let loose and I finished the last mile without. But there was water in the creek and grass in the meadows so we stretched some high lines and electric fence for the mules. Mike put up his new tent and started assembling his titanium stove; sweet. Got up the next morning predawn and hiked back down the trail that was full of bear scat. Hunkered down beside a tree after being woofed at by a bear I estimated to be within 60' in the dense brush. Put the antique scope on 1.5x and tried calling the bear in but to no avail. Walked out towards the meadow again to look along the creek when I saw two bucks running along the trail I came in on, the front buck was huge and at 200 yards his rack was plainly visible. I knelt down and cranked the eye tube back to 4x, there was a low limb on the tree beside me to rest on. Both bucks had stopped around 250 yards and were looking for me before fleeing the 20 yards left to reach the wall of brush ahead of them. Unfortunately the big, big buck stopped behind a dead bush and I couldn't draw a bead threw my narrow shooting lane. He took a couple bounds and disappeared into the heavy woods. I kept the post and wire sights on where he vanished and seconds later his 2X3 buddy took the same path. I fired as he made his last jump over a log. With the recoil and non existent scope objective I didn't know if he was hit or not. I could see the sun reflecting off the log he was jumping so I walked in a line to find out if I filled my tag. The 30-.06 180gr bullet entered behind his left jaw and exited the bridge of his nose. He never even flopped. It was noon my first day hunting and I was done with deer. PS, recoil pads are for sissy's.

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More of a friend's and family reunion with guns, bourbon and bacon. There were also similar Coues hunts and fishing trips to Guaymas, Mexico.Dad, kneeling on the left is the last one surviving in that picture.

It's a double entendre of a more satirical or whimsical nature rather than from a more traditional risque approach.

You'd be wrong, those are Lyin nuts. Funny stuff, oneshot. After the last great cattle drive to San Francisco, a cowpoke took his pay and stopped at the first saloon he saw outside the cattle yard. He didn't realize it was a gay saloon. He bellied up to the bar still dusty in his full cowboy regalia and to the thrill of the saloons patrons shouted at the keep, "Bartender, my throats so dry I could lick the sweat off a bulls balls!" This announcement was met by a chorus of "Well...Moo-moo, you savage buckaroo!"

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Runs strong no leaks, just drove it up from Dragoon. Has 5.4L gas, AT, AC, CD, good tires, GN hitch, receiver, locking hubs, clean interior, new tags and high mileage. $5000 I'm on the road next couple days, but che checking in regularly. Merry Christmas, bros!

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Enjoyed that very much. I plan to venture farther east up the fire control trail in the Supes before the heat hits. Only ventured a few miles east visiting Circlestone. It's an incredibly beautiful mountain range.

Should you immediately drop them into a bucket of water or how would you handle them? First, keep the weapon pointed in a safe direction. I would give it a good 10 seconds or so to see if it is cooking. What the right amount of time to wait I have no clue. But I'd eject it and get a safe distance from it. Having a 44 Magnum cook off after about 5 seconds could have been a disaster, glad I had the barrel pointed safely.

Don't handle misfired cartridges, they may be complete duds or could be cooking off slowly. I've had a lot of old rimfire factory cartridges misfire and one handgun reload slow cook. Can sure ruin your day.

He didn't draw a tag so not ahead...

Yup, faulty fuel pressure sensor. Easy fix, I just unplugged it. After 300K miles any sensor can die. But we will be towing one of the vets trucks home. Tranny went out. Did I mention it's a Dodge Ram? Lmao! Mulepackhunter, great seeing you up there in your element. We're going to pass the hat around and buy you glasses so you won't scream elk each time a critter stirs. Lol14813083709991853969011.jpg Is this the camp just North of the loudest cattle guard in the unit?camp was on the 139 Rd. And had a banner out front.

That's not his mule.I was semi referencing Jeremiah Johnson... A very bad one apparently.haha gotcha. http://www.coueswhitetail.com/forums/topic/69845-you-know-you-are-a-redneck-when/

I saw 5 cow in 8, I'm king.

Thank you for the kind offer

Yup, faulty fuel pressure sensor. Easy fix, I just unplugged it. After 300K miles any sensor can die. But we will be towing one of the vets trucks home. Tranny went out. Did I mention it's a Dodge Ram? Lmao! Mulepackhunter, great seeing you up there in your element. We're going to pass the hat around and buy you glasses so you won't scream elk each time a critter stirs. Lol14813083709991853969011.jpg Oh and I put more hours on the glass that day than you 3 combined, I can make antelope into elk if I want.Keg. We don't mess around. Too many hours behind the glass a pirate makes.

Yup, faulty fuel pressure sensor. Easy fix, I just unplugged it. After 300K miles any sensor can die. But we will be towing one of the vets trucks home. Tranny went out. Did I mention it's a Dodge Ram? Lmao! Mulepackhunter, great seeing you up there in your element. We're going to pass the hat around and buy you glasses so you won't scream elk each time a critter stirs. Lol

That's not his mule.

Found some of these in some fresh bear scat yesterday, along with juniper berries and pinon nuts. Occurred to me if the bear would chew his food a little, he wouldn't be so hungry. You're at the company Christmas party and everyone is taking handfuls of mixed nuts and swallowing them whole. What a painful crap next day. Just saying.

AZGFD is licking their chops, a new rug for the office.