i might be a redneck

[.270]

ok, this is related to coues deer because there is a deer rack hangin' on the fence close to where this happened. while cleaning up around a trailer behind the cement pond saturday, we found a hive o' killer bees. we ran off. let em settle down a little. then i put on my varmint callin' face net, a real tight zip up camo sweat shirt with a hood, welding gloves and duct taped up all the openings and went back with a can o' gas. my nieghbors, who are okies, stopped their bbq because in their words "there's Lark with a can o' gas and dressed up like halloween, this oughta be good". they actually set up chairs, got out some beer and watched. it was a hoot too. finally killed all the bees, and didn't set too much on fire. too much important anyway. nobody got stung either. so i figgerd here is a new one for foxworthy, "if your neighbors, who are okies, stop their bbq to watch you kill bees with a can o' gas and your goofy kids, you might be a redneck". Lark.

[bullwidgeon]

Did anyone get video? I would buy whoever has video a case of beer to watch that trainwreck! bwaahahaha!!

 

Bret M.

[CouesWhitetail]

Yea Lark, next time you do something interesting, get your neighbors to tape it for us. We could start a weekly clip of you doing household chores.

 

Amanda

[az4life]

That one would be a shoe in for Americas funniest Videos.

 

So much so it would have to move up to the Okies funniest videos.

 

A few pictures would be worth a thousand words Lark.

[CHD]

Ok, this is also related to Coues deer. I don't know how, but I just said so, so it must be the truth, since I'm never wrong and always right when it comes to issues on this forum.

 

I'm a bigtime redneck 'round these western Colorado parts, just ask the GJ City Council after they watch me make a presentation in my extra tall-shaft, Tony Lama buckaroo boots and my Wranglers. Sometimes I wear a western tweed coat to hide my Wyoming size buckle, but not always. All that's missin' is my Stetson, which I do wear on my sunny-weather hunts to protect my fair skin.

 

Just ask the clients when I sit with 'em and they ask "do you have an abcessed tooth" but it's really a great big, juicy, wonderful bite of Days-O-Work plug doin it's thing. Spittin' is just a normal human function, if'n ya ask me.

 

Just look at the 8x12 pics of the bucks and bulls that crowd my small desk. There just ain't much room for my project files, rolodex, stapler, and paper clip holder anymore. I have my priorities right.

 

How 'bout the contractors that ask me "just how big was your buck and I wanna picture" instead of "what is the design grade of this sewer line" when I show up on a construction jobsite?

 

The bosses would definitely get rid 'o me if I wasn't such a great civil engineer (read.......... surveyor) and super duper Human Relations Specialist.

 

But, sticking to the point of this subject, Colorado killer bees are much badder than Arizona bees, sorry Lark and the rest of ya'll. Don't mean to rain on your parade here, but Colorado cowpokes and civil engineers are also tuffer than Arizona ones, by faaaaaaar. We don't need no gasoline and face mask and Halloween costume to whack them killer bees, we just cowboy 'up and start swingin' and chompin when we hit a swarm. Nothing like the power of a big, tough Colorado fist clampin' down plus big, powerful Colorado mountain-man arms to grab and feed them killer bees into our powerful, unyielding Colorado jaws. They mix well when washed down with 100-proof stright-up. Not many killer bees left 'round here. I could drive down and give you a lesson in proper bee management if'n you ever need one, Lark.

 

CHD

[111]

Your crazy lark. It would of been fun watching.

[Rembrant]

Lark,

Did you find your class ring in the bee hive?

Mike

[Manamal]

A couple weeks ago I was doing a job near I-10 and loop 303. While driving down I-10 my helper all of a sudden started blowing his nose on the floorboard of the worktruck and screaming obcenities. A bee had flown directly up his nose while we were doing about 80 mph and was briefly lodged. I laughed till it hurt so did he. Man he got lucky he wasn't stung.

[Dan H]

Bee story time: Flagstaff archery elk 98' pulled into town day 6-7 to hit America truck stop for showers and my buddy took a sip off his soda. As he started spitting coke all over the dash we were in front seat laughing at him thinkin he choked or got some up his nose. Huh, a bee was in it the can stung his lower lip and man it swelled up huge,... for like almost a week,..we still call him big lip to this day. If your ever on a CB on I-17 or 1-40 "big lip" you got your ears on,..

 

Dan

[Dan H]

Forgot the most important part of the story we rear ended the car in front of us and the guy got out ARMS IN THE AIR he was huge,.. Rob's trying to yell words spittin this bee out and he surged brakes and hit him again.

Damage was minor but man it was funny.

 

We blew the evening hunt that day.

Day

[KGAINES]

I also have a bee story, when I was sixteen I was out shooting with a friend, we were in the middle of the agua fria river, there was a cave not to far away about halfway up a cliff, we could see the honeycombs hanging down in the cave so we wanted to see if any bees were still there, instead of walking and climbing to it we just shot a few rounds at the mouth of the cave, then we shot a few more, it sounded like a motor starting up in the cave, then something hits me, and my buddy screams beeeeees, we start running, now we are in sand and have to run toward the cave to get back to the truck, the funny thing was the bees were flying right past me and stinging my buddy, they chased us all the way to the truck maybe 1/2 mile and he must have been stung about twenty times, I wasn't stung once. I think the moral of my story is a .22 isn't the right caliber for bees and make sure you have solid ground to run on when you shoot at them.

[Guest Ernesto C]

Bee story?? go to rifle pictures page 10 or 11 and take a look at my left eye.30 minutes before shooting my buck a bee stung me,good thing I shoot right handed.

 

Ernesto C.