Vietvet is leaving the bar, he trips on the C/C's typewriter ribbon, screams "claymore" and all of our intrepid warriors dive for the floor.
Alas, our poor Lane, suffering from scrambled brains from riding around in a 60-ton sports car tries to dive over the bar. In the process his head collides with the bell over the bar.
A beautiful, loud, BONG rings out, Lanes buying a round, here we go again.
It is about 3 a.m. and four of my friends and I are catfishing at a local lake. After a generous libation to celebrate the evening the war stories start.
One of my friends, an ex snake eater, tells of killing a deer with his knife after stalking it. Of course we all look at each other, and while not saying 'yeah, right' to the fella, each of us have that little 'yeah right' smile on our faces.
He obviously notices it, looks down, picks up a softball sized rock on the ground, turns and looks across the lake. The other shore was about 100 yards away. He points a finger....
'You see that goose there on the shore?'
'Yep' waddling along picking at the ground...
His arm flys forward....the rock disappears in the darkness......
tick toc...tick toc...tick toc
SPLAT!
The dead goose lays in the mud.
He turned an spit on the ground. We gave him the bottle, a wide eyed look, turned, and went back to fishing.
If I hadn't been there I never would have believed it, just like you now.
i believe you sometimes people get really lucky breaks like that.
Ill tell you a true story, i grew up divided between the horses and bulls and the sea, which is like a mistress to me, i started spearfishing at a very young age, and i am still credited, with a pic and magazine interview, with the most incredible spearfishing catch of Portugal. I will look for the photo.
I was spearfishing at about a mile out of Sagres point, the Algarve region of Portugal, and I was 16 at the time, having been in the water for a very long time, I was geting kind of cold so i decide to go out, as I start swimming towards the shore, SPLASH...just in front of meas I as swimming on my back dragging the fish i had caught behind me, I have to turn and look...and there in front of my is a GROUSE!!!
that just fell out of the sky...on the water 1 mile out!!! so i turn my speargun on it and just harpoon it.
I came to the shore, and there was this spearfishing competition going on which i did not join, for i always thought thouse things were for pansies...and as i walk out of the water with the bird on my harpoon, everyone...but I mean EVERYONE was looking at me with theyr jaws on the floor.
Many did not believe me when i told them i caught it out in the water, but there was this fotografer dude that actualy solved the mistery, the bird had been shot, but aparently lived long enough to go out into the sea where it fell just in front of me.
AND so im the only guy that i know of that has caught a GROUSE spearfishing in the frigging OCEAN!!!![]()
Then why did you react badly to my comment about thrown rocks previously??? (Ouch! Ouch! ....Not in the Air Intake!)..........we all know a snake eater cannot even shoot straight without a scope, let a lone trhow a rock
.........At least a "Snake Eater's" day isn't likely to be spoiled by a seagull!
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