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In Memoriam Comment by Robert Burris on January 23, 2014 at 12:57

No I told the truth, that I think I just missed but I'm thinking of doctoring up the story for the weekend guys. Most of my buddies won't say anything, they know that's hunting but a couple of guys, I expect to get a hard time from them.

Comment by Ken Spielvogel on January 23, 2014 at 11:46

LOL

Comment by Tobias Gibson on January 23, 2014 at 11:43

Well it might've been only 90 or wolves.  We didn't take our boots off to get an accurate count!

Comment by Ken Spielvogel on January 23, 2014 at 11:34

Ah c'mon Toby - is that really true?

Comment by Howard P Reynolds on January 23, 2014 at 11:33

Hahahahahaha.  And that's the kind of tale Robert told the camp about that deer.

In Memoriam Comment by Robert Burris on January 23, 2014 at 11:23

Whoa....lightning is about to strike. That's a good one, I hope I can tell my fiends.

Comment by Tobias Gibson on January 23, 2014 at 11:16

There I was, huntin' bear with my good ol'pal Dan'l Boone when all of the sudden we were surrounded by a pack of wolves.  These wolves were as big as moose and they was hungry!  I

says to Dan'l. "Dan'l this don't look none too good!" 

And Dan'l says back to me "Yer right, Toby, We're loaded for bear and that ain't no way we gonna fit all them wolf pelts on one pack mule.  Looks like yer gonna have to carry half of 'em."  

So I ask him " T'ain't no fair.  How's come I always got to carry the extra pelts?"  And he say's "Cause I'm Dan'l Boone and yer Toby." 

And that's when the wolves pounced.  Well we stood back to back fight off them wolves for a full hour.  An' Like I says we had are muskets loaded fer bear so we just used are skiinin' knives and our tomahawks.  No use wastin' bear shot on wolves! Well when it was all over was both bit up and chewed on but we musta had a hundred wolf pelts!  And wouldn't you know  it!  Not a nary bit one on that blessed pack mule.  The wolves were to busy rippin' us to shreds to give it a thought! 

Well Dan'l's leg was chewed all up so he decided to ride on the mule and he said I need to carry all the pelts!  But I showed him!  I made a mule sled out of two hickory branches and put all the hides on top of it so's I didn't have to carry nothin!

And then as we was goin back home, well that's when this bear came over the mountain and this wasn't just any bear. He was a Kodiak lookin' fella `bout nineteen feet tall He rambled up over the hill expectin' me to do one of two things,
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one.  I just stood there an' looked him in the eye and says. "I've done wrastled me a hundred wolves today, you best come back tomorrow 'cause I'm tired an' in a mood and you don't want to be on my bad side today Mister Bear!"

Well that Bear just started growlin and get all mad and so I pulled a cork for my bottle of medinical moonshine and took a swig and rolled up my sleeves gettin' ready to wrastle me a ugly bear. And then that ol' bear reached down with his big ol' paw and grabbed my bottle of moonshine and drunk the whole thing in one swig.

Then we commenced to wrastle.  We was pretty evenly matched.  About every hour or so, I put up my hand to stop wrastling so I could take another snort, from one of our bottles of moonshine and then the bear would take a snort and then we'd commence to wrastling again.  This went through the night and the better part of the next day until the bear got hungry and went to a stream and caught some fish for us. 

I then fried it up and me and Dan'l and the bear all sat around eating fish, drinkin' moonshine an' tellin stories. An before you know it, that bear, became a good friend of mine.

That's how it was with me and good ol' Dan'l Boone and the bear. We always had each other's back  an' if I ain't tell the truth may lightnin' strike!

In Memoriam Comment by Robert Burris on January 23, 2014 at 9:57

Thanks Howard. I have heard some wild stories about the big one that got away. I am pretty sure I just missed but I will check my rifle today, to be sure it's sighted in correctly, before I head back to the swamp. I would hate to cripple an animal because I didn't check my guns sights. I checked it the other day and it was fine but I tripped and fell with it, so it could be knocked off.

Comment by Howard P Reynolds on January 23, 2014 at 9:46

I appreciate you telling us the truth, Robert - instead of the wild stories, like an elephant stepped in front of your deer or an alligator jumped out and ate the deer whole - that you tell the guys at camp.

In Memoriam Comment by Robert Burris on January 22, 2014 at 21:37

Oh well I took a shot at a nice 6pt. buck and missed. My disability hurts my shooting. I'm glad I did not hit him at all.

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