From time to time I've read stories about hunters who've shown up in camp with a new rifle and scope. When asked by the guide if the weapon is sighted in, the hunter replies, "Sure. I screwed the scope on this morning." Well, the latest issue of Bugle (elk magazine) has this topper:[/align][/align]"I once packed in a client for a hunt and realized halfway to camp that the man did not have a rifle in his scabbard. 'It's in the duffel,' the hunter assured him. It was. Still unassembled, in four pieces: scope, barrel, action, and stock. Never been fired and shipping tags still attached. We had to put it together with a Leatherman, whittle on the stock to get it to fit, and then bore sight it on the cook-tent table. The ill-prepared hunter then produced four boxes of ammo: 30.06s, 300s, 338s, and 270s. 'Which shells does my rifle take?' he asked." [/align][/align]Question: How does someone so stupid ever graduate from grade school?[/align]
Sad, Sad thing there.
That dude was no doubt, Fatherless.
At least he hired a guide!