Most people find their jobs mundane and really don’t like going to work! On the other hand I really
enjoyed and still do enjoy gunsmithing. While at work one day some years after school, a fellow
schoolmate walked into the business I was working at. We had played on the school grounds
together since we were in the 4th grade and all the way through H.S. So, it wasn’t like we were
strangers, but hadn’t seen John in some years and had no idea were he was or what he did for a
living! Being of strong mind and body with a personality John was a guy whom could do most
anything. Well, his uniform told the story right off the bat, he was a California Highway Patrolman.
We both saw each other about the same time and after all the 'How are you?' we sat down and had
a good conversation. After finding out were he lived, we planned a deer-hunting trip. The blessed
day came and off we went him, his dad, and me. His father being a retired logger was supposed to
be a big help in the area we were to hunt. The weekend was ours and the outdoors was to be our
blackboard, and our rifles our chalk. Hopefully to erase some of the deer population in the area
into our freezers. Arrived to our unknown area, only to his dad for he had logged it. After a few
minutes of combined effort camp was set up and ready to scout out the area the afternoon before
season opened. Come to find out that all the roads looked the same to his dad as they did to us.
He just couldn’t remember too much about the area as John said he did! No biggy it was only 40
yrs ago, I found out. Not to let this bother him nor me we enjoyed each other’s companionship as
well as should be! Forgot to mention we had also taken his little Jack Russell dog. Don’t
remember the dog’s name, nor did he know mine. Opening morning we decided to hunt this one
hill. The way it was set up with tall tan bark and buck brush was a perfect place for deer to be
bedding down in. It also had some great firebreaks cut along the hill. John took his dog into the
brush as I cut my way through the firebreaks. It was really hard for me to walk the breaks but
somebody had to beat the brush! His dog stated barking and out ran a nice 8pointer and I shot
him sixth my 94 win and he went down in a puddle of mud on the firebreak. We all were happy! The
next day didn’t even see a doe and John didn’t want to go home to his wife empty handed, so he
called her from a pay phone and told her to call his dept that his jeep had broke down and wouldn’
t be to work on Monday so we would have one more day to hunt so, he could get a deer? Well we
ran into so locals and they were talking about this property that had a lot of deer on it, but the
local church owned it and they didn’t let anybody hunt on it. Sounded like an open invitation to us,
being good Christian guys! Now, Now don’t judge us or get ahead of me. During our divine walk in
the pastures of the fields of forgiveness John shot his buck. But the bull of the woods, or satins
right hand was with us, or watching us! There in this area was a BIG Mean black ANGUS BULL!
John saw him first and took off and I didn’t know what was happening until john had ran about 40
yards, jumped a fence and yelled out to me, watch out for the Bull! I turned around and Oh Crap
what will I do now. Big was not the word for it. I just happened to be in a really tiny group of 3 trees
in a triangle, with this bull, and a deer on the ground. This bull was pawing and snorting and really
trying to get to me, and all John did was stand there laughing on the other side of the fence he
had jumped! He said come on, come on. Well I could just seeing my butterball body out running
the bull for 40 yes and jump a 5' fence. Wrong. John said don’t shoot he bull we will have to pay
for it. I would fake the bull in one direction trying to get ahead start for I had no option and the bull
wasn’t going to leave. Time, and time again I would fake one way through the trees and he would
be right there. Finally John got his attention for a second and I ran like the wrath of god was
behind me and it was! I just remember raising my feet, and throwing my rifle at john as, if I had the
feet of track star I cleared that fence and landed on the ground, with the devil behind me! To this
day I still don’t know how I cleared that fence? After a few minutes of letting my heart back into my
body and John and myself started laughing as the bull is still pissed at us. Up the road came a
jeep and we thought well, at least we aren’t trespassing! Behold it was the pasture of the church
we found out. He was making his daily rounds that we didn’t know about of the property during
hunting season. This guy didn’t tell us that! 1 He stopped and talked to us, and then saw that buck
lying on the ground in the group of trees. I know that the story we gave him was not in total belief.
We told him that we were walking down the road and the bull was attacking the deer and had hurt
the deer and we shot it to take it out of its pain and suffering! Being good Christian men, and in
law enforcement besides! Then the pasture said than old bull wouldn’t hurt anybody or thing!
Couldn’t tell me that, then he whistled and the bull came over like a little puppy. He said; All he
wants is to have somebody stretch his head and pet him! I about fell over watching him scratching
the bull’s head and petting him. To make a longer story longer, we ended up giving the deer to
the church, and they had a big BBQ for the entire congregation and we were invited as the
"Guests of Honor" for donation of the deer to the church! Of coarse you all know that was our plan
to begin with?
enjoyed and still do enjoy gunsmithing. While at work one day some years after school, a fellow
schoolmate walked into the business I was working at. We had played on the school grounds
together since we were in the 4th grade and all the way through H.S. So, it wasn’t like we were
strangers, but hadn’t seen John in some years and had no idea were he was or what he did for a
living! Being of strong mind and body with a personality John was a guy whom could do most
anything. Well, his uniform told the story right off the bat, he was a California Highway Patrolman.
We both saw each other about the same time and after all the 'How are you?' we sat down and had
a good conversation. After finding out were he lived, we planned a deer-hunting trip. The blessed
day came and off we went him, his dad, and me. His father being a retired logger was supposed to
be a big help in the area we were to hunt. The weekend was ours and the outdoors was to be our
blackboard, and our rifles our chalk. Hopefully to erase some of the deer population in the area
into our freezers. Arrived to our unknown area, only to his dad for he had logged it. After a few
minutes of combined effort camp was set up and ready to scout out the area the afternoon before
season opened. Come to find out that all the roads looked the same to his dad as they did to us.
He just couldn’t remember too much about the area as John said he did! No biggy it was only 40
yrs ago, I found out. Not to let this bother him nor me we enjoyed each other’s companionship as
well as should be! Forgot to mention we had also taken his little Jack Russell dog. Don’t
remember the dog’s name, nor did he know mine. Opening morning we decided to hunt this one
hill. The way it was set up with tall tan bark and buck brush was a perfect place for deer to be
bedding down in. It also had some great firebreaks cut along the hill. John took his dog into the
brush as I cut my way through the firebreaks. It was really hard for me to walk the breaks but
somebody had to beat the brush! His dog stated barking and out ran a nice 8pointer and I shot
him sixth my 94 win and he went down in a puddle of mud on the firebreak. We all were happy! The
next day didn’t even see a doe and John didn’t want to go home to his wife empty handed, so he
called her from a pay phone and told her to call his dept that his jeep had broke down and wouldn’
t be to work on Monday so we would have one more day to hunt so, he could get a deer? Well we
ran into so locals and they were talking about this property that had a lot of deer on it, but the
local church owned it and they didn’t let anybody hunt on it. Sounded like an open invitation to us,
being good Christian guys! Now, Now don’t judge us or get ahead of me. During our divine walk in
the pastures of the fields of forgiveness John shot his buck. But the bull of the woods, or satins
right hand was with us, or watching us! There in this area was a BIG Mean black ANGUS BULL!
John saw him first and took off and I didn’t know what was happening until john had ran about 40
yards, jumped a fence and yelled out to me, watch out for the Bull! I turned around and Oh Crap
what will I do now. Big was not the word for it. I just happened to be in a really tiny group of 3 trees
in a triangle, with this bull, and a deer on the ground. This bull was pawing and snorting and really
trying to get to me, and all John did was stand there laughing on the other side of the fence he
had jumped! He said come on, come on. Well I could just seeing my butterball body out running
the bull for 40 yes and jump a 5' fence. Wrong. John said don’t shoot he bull we will have to pay
for it. I would fake the bull in one direction trying to get ahead start for I had no option and the bull
wasn’t going to leave. Time, and time again I would fake one way through the trees and he would
be right there. Finally John got his attention for a second and I ran like the wrath of god was
behind me and it was! I just remember raising my feet, and throwing my rifle at john as, if I had the
feet of track star I cleared that fence and landed on the ground, with the devil behind me! To this
day I still don’t know how I cleared that fence? After a few minutes of letting my heart back into my
body and John and myself started laughing as the bull is still pissed at us. Up the road came a
jeep and we thought well, at least we aren’t trespassing! Behold it was the pasture of the church
we found out. He was making his daily rounds that we didn’t know about of the property during
hunting season. This guy didn’t tell us that! 1 He stopped and talked to us, and then saw that buck
lying on the ground in the group of trees. I know that the story we gave him was not in total belief.
We told him that we were walking down the road and the bull was attacking the deer and had hurt
the deer and we shot it to take it out of its pain and suffering! Being good Christian men, and in
law enforcement besides! Then the pasture said than old bull wouldn’t hurt anybody or thing!
Couldn’t tell me that, then he whistled and the bull came over like a little puppy. He said; All he
wants is to have somebody stretch his head and pet him! I about fell over watching him scratching
the bull’s head and petting him. To make a longer story longer, we ended up giving the deer to
the church, and they had a big BBQ for the entire congregation and we were invited as the
"Guests of Honor" for donation of the deer to the church! Of coarse you all know that was our plan
to begin with?
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