Probtrapper

Bobgobble, myself and a friend named Scott were hunting one morning and BOY WAS
IT COLD. I mean there was frost on everything. We came up to this creek that
was about 20 feet wide and about 3 feet deep. There is this crappy old bridge
that has no hand rail,is only about 20 inches wide and is kind of listing to
one side. It has a plywood floor that is covered in frost. I make it across
fine, Bobgobble gets across o.k. makeing sure not to step in my footprints.
(I think you see where this is heading.) Anyhow, now it`s ole Scotties turn
to cross. Believe me he has our undevided attention. You see, every where that
we had stepped on that plywood turned the frost to BLACK ICE! Well, Scott makes
it about half way before the slippen an slidden starts. I have to give him credit though, he fought a heck of a fight for a short while. I really didn`t
know that a humans arms could rotate that fast or that often. Now I haven`t
even mentioned his foot work. His feet were nothing but a blur. I`am telling
you Michael Jackson had nothing on this guy. Well the ice finally won the
battle. His feet shot off that bridge like they were jet propelled. As he
became airborn he made this horrible gut wrinching sound that was something
like...G.....DAAAAAMMMMNNN. He kind of hung in the air for a moment and looked
at us with that deer in the headlights look, then it was like something grabbed
hhim by the ankles and jerked him down real fast. I`am sure he said something
pretty profound when he hit the water, but by then I was on my hands and knees
trying real hard to concintrate on getting my next breath. I don`t think I`ve
ever laughed that hard in my life.

jalvja

Used to be a guy who followed me around.I told his brother about the big gobbler that would gobble his head off but would not come in.Guess the guy blew a whole mornin tryin to work that bird in that pen.The guy don't follow me around any more.Don't think he was so mad about the bird as he was about me tellin everybody about it.

Tuffy

"No, Harold, I am SURE it was over THAT way...Why don't you move over THERE about 150 yards and I'll stay here and call...I might even move a little bit that OTHER way away from him so he'll think the hen is walking off....He should come right on in to YOU...."

Spit-n-Drum

Had a buddy of mine that had that ole favorite hunting sweatshirt, he would always wear. well we hid it from him one day and i swear to you, he was almost in tears, so we had to give it back. butthole kiled an 8 pt that evening.