Hunting with stupid people.

[pinblaster]

Back when I was about 23 years old , my brother and I were shooting clays and drinking a few beers . We wern't drunk , but we wern't sober either . My brother was shooting and the gun jammed (it was a pump) and he couldn't unjam it . I took the gun and cleared the jam , slid the pump forward , boom ! I had my finger on the trigger and didn't even realize it . My brother who was standing with his head about 6" from the muzzle almost got his head blowin off . I thought about having almost killed my brother , and decided to pack it up and leave , since I realized we were in no condition to be shooting . That happend almost 27 years ago , and since then , I will not have even 1 beer if I am hunting or shooting . It was pure dumb luck , I didn't kill my brother , that day .

 

[gcook1]

taught by the stupid...

Unfortunately, I grew up in a house where guns and hunting weren't allowed. I was finally introduced to hunting by my father in law at the age of 34. Of course, the most humbling part is that I had to take a Hunter Safety Course to get my first deer permit. What fun! Me and a room full of 12 year olds!

I'm grateful my father in law got me to try hunting. But there's no way I'll hunt with him. For someone who's hunted and been around guns his whole life, that guy's a walking menace! Never mind he can't stay sober after noon. He stores his guns with safetys off and the action closed. There have been a couple times he's pulled the guns out of the cabinet only to see he'd forgotten to unload.

Up until this year, I've hunt alone. This year, my son is going with me for the first time. He can't legally hunt for a couple years, but at least he's out in the field finding out what it takes.