This is a typical, on-typical event that took place one deer season that is most profound in my mind! My
hunting buddy, Glenn called me up and said lets go get them this weekend. And as usual my answer was
you bet. Glenn’s brother-in-law would be and his (2) friends would be joining us. This was fine with me,
Glenn has been my buddy for years and we knew each other’s habits in the woods and camp activity. I know
what he’s thinking and doing and visa versa. I trusted his judgment on who hunts with and will not hunt
with. I’m sure you guys out there have just such a buddy! So, as we head over to these fellas house and for
some reason I got a funny feeling, as it pops up later in the story. It turned out that Jack (brother in law) and
Jack’s friends were a lot younger and figured this was Glenn’s opportunity to train them as well. We headed
up the mountain, with them following us, we knew where to go and they didn't.
The mountain road led us to a dead end, not too many people drove on it, and that made it prime hunting
country. We set up camp, and as always was the designated camp cook. At least, I knew what we were
going to eat. I love the job and fellas have always loved my grub. It was decided that they would head to a
certain spot in the morning and I would hunt around camp, to keep an eye on the camp. Even though we
were at a dead end road, some camps in the area had been robbed and I didn’t really relish that happening
to me. I had done it before and heard many stories as well, of the camp guy shooting a buck while the
others are busting their balls in the woods! I always like that story, especially if I was the camp guy!
The guys had gone out earlier. I found a nice little hill that overlooked a little meadow for deer and I could
watch over camp. So it was like killing 2 birds with 1 rock, if you get my drift. Yes, you guessed it I became
that guy again! A real respectable buck came into the meadow. He found out that he couldn’t stand up with
the added weight of a bullet in his chest. I dragged him out of the meadow and up the hill to camp. I
dressed him, and with the help of a block and tackle in a good solid tree, hung him up, put a deer bag on
him. He was all set for the rest of the trip. As the evening approached, I figured, I should start chow, as the
sun sets fast in the mountains. As you fellas know, before long the mighty hunters would be back, and would
be hungry. I had my Super camp stove going full throttle with spuds, steak and onions and more. I heard a
truck coming down the road and sure enough it was Jack. One couldn’t miss his truck as it was a Hot rod
"52" Chevy painted canary yellow.
Jack pulled up and with a great dispatch as he saw the deer hanging from the tree. “Yes I got it….” I was
standing in front of the stove cooking the entire time, when all of a sudden, I felt a column of air go by me
and heard a loud boom at the same time! I looked to my left, and saw a cloud of dust about 10 feet from me,
I looked back in Jacks’ direction to see him behind his truck door. A "BULLET" shard had gone between the
stove and me approximately 6" at the most and hit that dirt pile. Apparently, Jack had two loaded rifles in
his truck, one a 30-30 and other a 270 bolt action. The 30-30 was sitting muzzle down on the floorboard of his
truck with a shell in the chamber. When Jack arrived he tried grab his shirt on the seat and the shirt got
tangled up in the trigger. The hammer was on the cock and the gun went off. The bullet pierced through the
floorboard, hit the frame, bounced off the frame, sailed through the radiator, and blew a nice hole in it. The
bullet passed by me and hit the dirt. Being on a dead end road with limited traffic made this a bad situation.
If I had been shot, his truck was the only one in camp! Glenn had my truck and if I had been shot, there was
no way to drive me to any kind of help! I could just see me sitting there, with a hole in my guts and water
running out of his poor old honeycomb radiator.
As, I gain my composure, he yelled out "SHIT”, and I thought he was talking about what he had done. I said,
“No, No, No! Shit my a**! What did you do?” He was so upset that he had wrecked his truck, and wouldn’t be
able to drive it later to a little mountain bar, to party with some friends! After he stated that he was upset he
couldn’t make the party. I never said a word to him. He never said sorry, kiss my a**, or go to hell about
what he had almost done, and that was kill me!
I sat down with a cocktail and waited for Glenn to arrive, which was'nt’t until 10:30 at night. They had 2
bucks down in this canyon, and spent all their time getting them out. When, Glenn arrived, I told him what
had happened and that I was going home, right then! He unloaded the guy’s deer from my truck, and told
me he would take care of everything, as far as my deer and camping stuff. So, without delay, I headed
home!
You guessed it. I never spoke to or in no way every hunted with Jack again. Do you know whom you are
hunting with? It just might save your life! I was just lucky that day!
hunting buddy, Glenn called me up and said lets go get them this weekend. And as usual my answer was
you bet. Glenn’s brother-in-law would be and his (2) friends would be joining us. This was fine with me,
Glenn has been my buddy for years and we knew each other’s habits in the woods and camp activity. I know
what he’s thinking and doing and visa versa. I trusted his judgment on who hunts with and will not hunt
with. I’m sure you guys out there have just such a buddy! So, as we head over to these fellas house and for
some reason I got a funny feeling, as it pops up later in the story. It turned out that Jack (brother in law) and
Jack’s friends were a lot younger and figured this was Glenn’s opportunity to train them as well. We headed
up the mountain, with them following us, we knew where to go and they didn't.
The mountain road led us to a dead end, not too many people drove on it, and that made it prime hunting
country. We set up camp, and as always was the designated camp cook. At least, I knew what we were
going to eat. I love the job and fellas have always loved my grub. It was decided that they would head to a
certain spot in the morning and I would hunt around camp, to keep an eye on the camp. Even though we
were at a dead end road, some camps in the area had been robbed and I didn’t really relish that happening
to me. I had done it before and heard many stories as well, of the camp guy shooting a buck while the
others are busting their balls in the woods! I always like that story, especially if I was the camp guy!
The guys had gone out earlier. I found a nice little hill that overlooked a little meadow for deer and I could
watch over camp. So it was like killing 2 birds with 1 rock, if you get my drift. Yes, you guessed it I became
that guy again! A real respectable buck came into the meadow. He found out that he couldn’t stand up with
the added weight of a bullet in his chest. I dragged him out of the meadow and up the hill to camp. I
dressed him, and with the help of a block and tackle in a good solid tree, hung him up, put a deer bag on
him. He was all set for the rest of the trip. As the evening approached, I figured, I should start chow, as the
sun sets fast in the mountains. As you fellas know, before long the mighty hunters would be back, and would
be hungry. I had my Super camp stove going full throttle with spuds, steak and onions and more. I heard a
truck coming down the road and sure enough it was Jack. One couldn’t miss his truck as it was a Hot rod
"52" Chevy painted canary yellow.
Jack pulled up and with a great dispatch as he saw the deer hanging from the tree. “Yes I got it….” I was
standing in front of the stove cooking the entire time, when all of a sudden, I felt a column of air go by me
and heard a loud boom at the same time! I looked to my left, and saw a cloud of dust about 10 feet from me,
I looked back in Jacks’ direction to see him behind his truck door. A "BULLET" shard had gone between the
stove and me approximately 6" at the most and hit that dirt pile. Apparently, Jack had two loaded rifles in
his truck, one a 30-30 and other a 270 bolt action. The 30-30 was sitting muzzle down on the floorboard of his
truck with a shell in the chamber. When Jack arrived he tried grab his shirt on the seat and the shirt got
tangled up in the trigger. The hammer was on the cock and the gun went off. The bullet pierced through the
floorboard, hit the frame, bounced off the frame, sailed through the radiator, and blew a nice hole in it. The
bullet passed by me and hit the dirt. Being on a dead end road with limited traffic made this a bad situation.
If I had been shot, his truck was the only one in camp! Glenn had my truck and if I had been shot, there was
no way to drive me to any kind of help! I could just see me sitting there, with a hole in my guts and water
running out of his poor old honeycomb radiator.
As, I gain my composure, he yelled out "SHIT”, and I thought he was talking about what he had done. I said,
“No, No, No! Shit my a**! What did you do?” He was so upset that he had wrecked his truck, and wouldn’t be
able to drive it later to a little mountain bar, to party with some friends! After he stated that he was upset he
couldn’t make the party. I never said a word to him. He never said sorry, kiss my a**, or go to hell about
what he had almost done, and that was kill me!
I sat down with a cocktail and waited for Glenn to arrive, which was'nt’t until 10:30 at night. They had 2
bucks down in this canyon, and spent all their time getting them out. When, Glenn arrived, I told him what
had happened and that I was going home, right then! He unloaded the guy’s deer from my truck, and told
me he would take care of everything, as far as my deer and camping stuff. So, without delay, I headed
home!
You guessed it. I never spoke to or in no way every hunted with Jack again. Do you know whom you are
hunting with? It just might save your life! I was just lucky that day!
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