Ok, so let's say that the Gov't has asked you and 3 other people of your choosingto go in to a very over populated urban/suburban setting and shoot the mess out of deer. Who is on your special ops team..??? I thought about this long and hard b/c I was bored as hell......here it goes and why.....
Schultzy 1st pick, he is a killer and he will do it without remorse.
Mich Whitetails, because he has a history of killing and killing is his game.
Lastly, and he may be considered the dark horse, but Im going with Va Shadow, why you ask?? Because that is one tough looking S.O.B. and I he will kill in a second....these guys are my blue collar picks to get it done, there were many others that I could go with, but these guys I fit well with... so who is on your Special Ops team????
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I would have to go with Bullet-hole-Bailey. He just has it in him I believe. Next would be Davidmil. I know when the blue undies show up, that will be all the distraction me and Bullet-hole will need to get-r-dun.[:-]
LT
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My first would be Todd becuase he never cracks under presure, then it would be Schultzy for his stealth with the recurve and last it would be Saskguy because if there was a big buck hiding in there he could sniff it out for sure!! Walt
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Well Landon I'd bring you since you took me and Reb fishing... and Hoyt Viper since he is another local....then myself... and lastly I'd have to include an enforcer incase PETA tried to interfere with our coup d'whitetail.
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My team would consist of my son, myself and a big dumb guy named Mongo. While my son and I were shooting, Mongo would be stacking the deer into a semi trailor.
When my son and I show up at a spot do do some hunting, the deer give up in despair and throw themselves at our feet to await their demise. They do so because they know we demand it! No brag, just fact! [:-]
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So there I was, Nov 12th 1996, flying down the highway, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee, windows down for scent control.
Your Special Forces Team....
They'd call us the "A" team.
