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HoundDawg
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Well,
Spring Bear Camp 2003 has come and gone, without major incident.
Well, unless you count Ed and the boys leaving Sunday morning when they wanted to leave Saturday morning. A nasty bear decided they'd be staying an extra night.
It was pretty much the standard bear camp I've come to expect from the Az Rednecks. Par for the course as they say...
Stan put on a damn bear hunting clinic.... again!! I'm reminded of the first time I laid eyes on Stan. I'm sitting by my buddy, a grizzled old bear hunter and he takes one look at Stan, with his baggy pants and Tommy t-shirt, and says, "No way in hell this kid is a bear hunter. He's a skateboarder."
We would eat those words that week for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Stan isn't a bear hunter, he's THE bear hunter!!
It was tough for me to see Ed without his Bear dog up on the truck. It was a bitter pill for me to swallow everyday, looking at that empty spot where Ed's rig dog used to dance on the chain. The night I got home I dreamed all night of my lead dog suffering the same fate and it was PAINFUL. But I left with even more admiration for 'ol Ed. He sucked it up, hunted hard with his other dogs, he was a blast to have around in camp, and never once did I hear him whine or complain or cry the blues about losing his top dog a week before the hunt.
Stan put on the clinic, but Ed was the man in that camp in my opinion.
Other than that, it was status quo... the inbreds from Idaho came down and continued their verbal thrashings on me, and continued to tag team me with their abuse. Making fun of my dogs, my cooking, my clothes, my hunting gear, etc... until one would tire and then tag team the other so he could start in!!
I am referring to the constant troublemakers from this forum, KeepemTreed and BearDog or whatever the hell their handles are!!
VJ came to camp and entertained again with his stories, but of course I missed out on most of that because my panty waste hunting buddy couldn't get off work and out of town.
I only got to hunt two days, cuz the other two I was too drunk to stand up let alone hike around. But the Az Rednecks put a bear up everyday they hunted.
My dogs walked one around on the ground one day for 20 minutes before they realized it wasn't a lion and there wasn't a foot of snow on the ground. Then, near as I can tell, they lined out and headed for the pub in Moab for some liquid refreshment. A habit I'm still not sure where they got, certainly not from their owner.
But I picked them up on the other side of the freakin' mountain and I'm still not sure what they were doing over there. I quickly eliminated the possibility of still being on the bear though.
Too bad it didn't snow a couple feet and we found a lion track cuz then I could have really showed them boys something!!! ;-)
But it was good to see the gang and see some bears. I guess the last day they got on a real nasty walking bear that kept them busy for pretty much the whole day... mucked up a few dogs and even got nasty and foul tempered with a few of them hound guys when they got too close.
But I missed all that cuz my wife was getting tired of covering for me with the parole officer and I had to hustle back.
But bear camp 2003 was a good time and the only harm done was to my liver and my dogs feet... just a normal camp for me.
Ed is my idol, Stan is the heir to the throne, vacated by Mista Lilly and the Lee bros... Rocky and the Idaho inbreds? Well, hell it wouldn't even be a bear camp without them boys showing up. I ain't interested in coming to camp if those boys ain't gonna show!!
And we even found a little bit of time to hunt between all the braggin', cheatin', stealin', and lyin'... It was my kind of place!!!
Same time, same place, next year boys!!! -Dawg
Spring Bear Camp 2003 has come and gone, without major incident.
Well, unless you count Ed and the boys leaving Sunday morning when they wanted to leave Saturday morning. A nasty bear decided they'd be staying an extra night.
It was pretty much the standard bear camp I've come to expect from the Az Rednecks. Par for the course as they say...
Stan put on a damn bear hunting clinic.... again!! I'm reminded of the first time I laid eyes on Stan. I'm sitting by my buddy, a grizzled old bear hunter and he takes one look at Stan, with his baggy pants and Tommy t-shirt, and says, "No way in hell this kid is a bear hunter. He's a skateboarder."
We would eat those words that week for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Stan isn't a bear hunter, he's THE bear hunter!!
It was tough for me to see Ed without his Bear dog up on the truck. It was a bitter pill for me to swallow everyday, looking at that empty spot where Ed's rig dog used to dance on the chain. The night I got home I dreamed all night of my lead dog suffering the same fate and it was PAINFUL. But I left with even more admiration for 'ol Ed. He sucked it up, hunted hard with his other dogs, he was a blast to have around in camp, and never once did I hear him whine or complain or cry the blues about losing his top dog a week before the hunt.
Stan put on the clinic, but Ed was the man in that camp in my opinion.
Other than that, it was status quo... the inbreds from Idaho came down and continued their verbal thrashings on me, and continued to tag team me with their abuse. Making fun of my dogs, my cooking, my clothes, my hunting gear, etc... until one would tire and then tag team the other so he could start in!!
I am referring to the constant troublemakers from this forum, KeepemTreed and BearDog or whatever the hell their handles are!!
VJ came to camp and entertained again with his stories, but of course I missed out on most of that because my panty waste hunting buddy couldn't get off work and out of town.
I only got to hunt two days, cuz the other two I was too drunk to stand up let alone hike around. But the Az Rednecks put a bear up everyday they hunted.
My dogs walked one around on the ground one day for 20 minutes before they realized it wasn't a lion and there wasn't a foot of snow on the ground. Then, near as I can tell, they lined out and headed for the pub in Moab for some liquid refreshment. A habit I'm still not sure where they got, certainly not from their owner.
But I picked them up on the other side of the freakin' mountain and I'm still not sure what they were doing over there. I quickly eliminated the possibility of still being on the bear though.
Too bad it didn't snow a couple feet and we found a lion track cuz then I could have really showed them boys something!!! ;-)
But it was good to see the gang and see some bears. I guess the last day they got on a real nasty walking bear that kept them busy for pretty much the whole day... mucked up a few dogs and even got nasty and foul tempered with a few of them hound guys when they got too close.
But I missed all that cuz my wife was getting tired of covering for me with the parole officer and I had to hustle back.
But bear camp 2003 was a good time and the only harm done was to my liver and my dogs feet... just a normal camp for me.
Ed is my idol, Stan is the heir to the throne, vacated by Mista Lilly and the Lee bros... Rocky and the Idaho inbreds? Well, hell it wouldn't even be a bear camp without them boys showing up. I ain't interested in coming to camp if those boys ain't gonna show!!
And we even found a little bit of time to hunt between all the braggin', cheatin', stealin', and lyin'... It was my kind of place!!!
Same time, same place, next year boys!!! -Dawg
