feddoc
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Back in the 70s we used to camp in a place about 15 miles south of where we are now. On one trip my BIL from Missouri came along. Decent guy who carried a Browning BAR in .300 winnie. All of us, maybe 8 or so, were sneaking down a hill on what was a 4 mile drive. He was to my left.
Anyway, about an hour into the drive, I heard him shoot. So, I turned his direction and waited. Then I heard two quick shots, which I thought was a kill shot(s). It was, but not on an elk.
When I got there, it was clear he was not a happy guy. Turns out he shot a porcupine and was carrying it back...for some reason. Then it had a muscle spasm of some kind (he had wrapped it's fingers around the front paws) and Gary got quilled.
Reminds me of this video>>>>
Anyway, about an hour into the drive, I heard him shoot. So, I turned his direction and waited. Then I heard two quick shots, which I thought was a kill shot(s). It was, but not on an elk.
When I got there, it was clear he was not a happy guy. Turns out he shot a porcupine and was carrying it back...for some reason. Then it had a muscle spasm of some kind (he had wrapped it's fingers around the front paws) and Gary got quilled.
Reminds me of this video>>>>
