September 29, 2020

While We All Have Hunting Safety on the Brain

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This story comes as the result of a blogger’s hat tip to Moldy Chum, which if you haven’t bookmarked his blog yet, you need to. I go there everyday.

The original story about this 2004 catalogue cover for Cabela’s comes from the web site of Tony Rogers, another good web site you should visit. I am going to paste the photo of the Cabela’s cover here but you’ll need to follow this link to Tony’s story complete with observations, cut lines, comments and to make it easier he also blew up the picture of the hunters scrambling around their campsite so we can all appreciate the painting better. Below is the picture. Here is the link to the original story.

Cabelas 2004 catalogue cover

Assuming that you have now been over to Tony’s site and seen the blow-up of the picture and read his captions and observations, does any of this stir up memories in you of similar times? If it doesn’t, you haven’t lived. How does that expression go? – A&$holes and elbows?

So many times, the site of a buck by unaware hunters can result in the most bizarre happenings. I recall many, many years ago while at the hunting camp, one young fella, of course I was a young fella then too, got up early like all the rest of us and decided he wasn’t waiting around camp all morning for the slow ones to get ready.

As he donned his gear and grabbed is rifle, the rest of us were giggling inside because it was a bitter cold morning and we were all procrastinating because we didn’t want to face it.

The young and anxious hunter headed out the door, leaving us warm, contented fools to our bacon and eggs.

I wasn’t two minutes that had past, when the young hunter encountered a nice buck just off the dirt road that led to hunting camp, trying to sneak back to his favorite bedding down location.

When the single shot rang out, it was a$#holes and elbows of men and boys stumbling and tripping over one another trying to get out the door. Half us went out partially dressed – some in just their union suits and others with at least a hat on.

Some were grabbing their rifles only to get outside and realize they had no ammo for it or worse yet they had somebody else’s gun.

Bacon and eggs were left to burn on the stove and the coffee was boiling over onto the stove top. There were one or two guys who stayed calm and collected and fixed themselves a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon along with a hot cup of coffee. The majority of us were ready for action – well at least we thought we were.

The picture above is reminiscent of more than one time in my life. What about yours? Do you have a moment you want to relive and share with the rest of us? If so, simply use the comment section below and tell the world. You can tell everyone your story is fiction if it will make you feel any better and insert aliases for names. We know it’s the fishermen who lie, not the hunters.

Tom Remington

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