tndrbstr said:Setterman said:
Here is the abridged version of the story. Leave truck, get 1/2 mile away from truck realize gun is unloaded. No big deal, have the barney fife tucked away for emergencies. Strike bird, set up, bird comes in, no worries I usually never need more then one shot. Shoot bird, bird rolls, run to bird, bird gets his feet under him, as he is only head shot with no broken neck. Bird can only run about 1/4 speed, so I cut the angle and decide the best approach is to tackle him like an SEC linebacker. Make tackle, never considering the spurs he might have. Bird goes nuts as expected, spur hooks into crotch of pants, tears pants. Slips out of my grasp, however I manage to grasp him by both feet. By now I am getting beat to a pulp by his wings. In an act of survival I hold on for dear life with one hand while grovelling for something to finish him with, with the other. Find club, beat bird as if it is me or him who is to die. Bird ends up dead, me covered in blood and pants torn from spur encounter. I lay exhausted in the trail laughing for a few minutes before collecting myself to walk back to truck.
I wouldn't believe the story if someone told it to me, but lightning strike me dead if that isn't the truth. After killing over 150 of these things, I have never had this happen. And certainly hope to never relive the experience again. BTW the bird had almost 1.25" sharp hooked spurs. I am lucky I didn't get messed up from him.
Setterman said:tndrbstr said:Setterman said:
Here is the abridged version of the story. Leave truck, get 1/2 mile away from truck realize gun is unloaded. No big deal, have the barney fife tucked away for emergencies. Strike bird, set up, bird comes in, no worries I usually never need more then one shot. Shoot bird, bird rolls, run to bird, bird gets his feet under him, as he is only head shot with no broken neck. Bird can only run about 1/4 speed, so I cut the angle and decide the best approach is to tackle him like an SEC linebacker. Make tackle, never considering the spurs he might have. Bird goes nuts as expected, spur hooks into crotch of pants, tears pants. Slips out of my grasp, however I manage to grasp him by both feet. By now I am getting beat to a pulp by his wings. In an act of survival I hold on for dear life with one hand while grovelling for something to finish him with, with the other. Find club, beat bird as if it is me or him who is to die. Bird ends up dead, me covered in blood and pants torn from spur encounter. I lay exhausted in the trail laughing for a few minutes before collecting myself to walk back to truck.
I wouldn't believe the story if someone told it to me, but lightning strike me dead if that isn't the truth. After killing over 150 of these things, I have never had this happen. And certainly hope to never relive the experience again. BTW the bird had almost 1.25" sharp hooked spurs. I am lucky I didn't get messed up from him.
Setterman said:
Here is the abridged version of the story. Leave truck, get 1/2 mile away from truck realize gun is unloaded. No big deal, have the barney fife tucked away for emergencies. Strike bird, set up, bird comes in, no worries I usually never need more then one shot. Shoot bird, bird rolls, run to bird, bird gets his feet under him, as he is only head shot with no broken neck. Bird can only run about 1/4 speed, so I cut the angle and decide the best approach is to tackle him like an SEC linebacker. Make tackle, never considering the spurs he might have. Bird goes nuts as expected, spur hooks into crotch of pants, tears pants. Slips out of my grasp, however I manage to grasp him by both feet. By now I am getting beat to a pulp by his wings. In an act of survival I hold on for dear life with one hand while grovelling for something to finish him with, with the other. Find club, beat bird as if it is me or him who is to die. Bird ends up dead, me covered in blood and pants torn from spur encounter. I lay exhausted in the trail laughing for a few minutes before collecting myself to walk back to truck.
I wouldn't believe the story if someone told it to me, but lightning strike me dead if that isn't the truth. After killing over 150 of these things, I have never had this happen. And certainly hope to never relive the experience again. BTW the bird had almost 1.25" sharp hooked spurs. I am lucky I didn't get messed up from him.
that is a great story!
