funny story from the weekend
Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 4:20 pm
my buddy brad sent this to me last night, rehashing our saturday event.
The actions described below will be impossible for some of you to believe. You will say that what took place could not ever happen. Trust me when I say this is very real and possibly a life changing experience.
After dinner, we decided to go out and look for a doe that Cameron thought he had hit that afternoon. We took Cameron's dog, Blake, and he worked the blood trail perfectly. On the way back in, we decided to go see if we could kill some beavers that had been damning up the culverts and flooding the road. As we pulled to the small culvert we saw a beaver swimming in the water. Jack shot at him once or twice with the turkey gun. Cameron was trying to find him in the scope of the .22 when I shot him with my .40 caliber glock. It appears I hit him in the back left leg. Well, that pissed him off, he turned in the water swam straight at the 4-wheeler, which Cameron was still sitting on shining a light and trying to find him in the scope. The beaver climbed up the bank and charged straight at Cameron and began trying to climb on the footboard of the 4-wheelerand attack. Cameron kicked him away from the 4-wheeler and we immediately realized what we were dealing with. It was the biggest damn beaver I have ever seen. It was wounded, now on dry land, and on the attack. Jack and I were standing about 10 yards behind the 4-wheeler watching this thing try to attack Cameron and just looking on in amazement. Jack was out of ammo in the turkey gun and was trying to reload. Then, the Godfather of all beavers saw Jack and I and went on the offensive. As he charged I raised up the Glock and pulled the trigger, nothing, I was out of ammo. As this big booty beaver is bearing down on us, I am fishing around in my pocket for a spare magazine, for whatever reason, I could not locate the spare mag. The Godfather closed fast and Jack got the hell out of dodge, thinking that his death was a foregone conclusion. I chose to stand my ground, not out of pure guts and bravery, but more out of massive quantities of liquid courage combined with a complete lack of physical conditioning. As he approached, my only option was to try and kick him. I got in my karate stance and kicked the Godfather as hard as I possibly could. It was like kicking a brick wall. He never left the ground, all it did was roll the Godfather and just piss him off. As he got back on all fours, I backed away so Cameron could finish the monster. Cameron hit him a couple of times with the .22 and then I moved in to finish him off with 4 shots from the .40 cal.
After we were sure that he was dead and none of his brethren were trying to get the jump on us, we decided to look at the beast. The Godfather did not get to his position in the beaver society by accident. He was an absolute freak of nature. A beaver with not only the skills to build damns and lead the rest of the beaver nation, but also a very well trained fighter and a ruthless warrior. As you will see below, we put a beer can on his back so you can get a better idea of the size monster we were dealing with. We took him back and put him on the scales, he weighed in at a staggering 46lbs.
Men, if you are ever at the Dark Corner, I would be sure to tread lightly because the rest of the Godfather's family is out there and they want blood. We took out 2 more of his brethren before it was all said and done but there are many more lying in wait. Gentlemen, I would use extreme caution.
The actions described below will be impossible for some of you to believe. You will say that what took place could not ever happen. Trust me when I say this is very real and possibly a life changing experience.
After dinner, we decided to go out and look for a doe that Cameron thought he had hit that afternoon. We took Cameron's dog, Blake, and he worked the blood trail perfectly. On the way back in, we decided to go see if we could kill some beavers that had been damning up the culverts and flooding the road. As we pulled to the small culvert we saw a beaver swimming in the water. Jack shot at him once or twice with the turkey gun. Cameron was trying to find him in the scope of the .22 when I shot him with my .40 caliber glock. It appears I hit him in the back left leg. Well, that pissed him off, he turned in the water swam straight at the 4-wheeler, which Cameron was still sitting on shining a light and trying to find him in the scope. The beaver climbed up the bank and charged straight at Cameron and began trying to climb on the footboard of the 4-wheelerand attack. Cameron kicked him away from the 4-wheeler and we immediately realized what we were dealing with. It was the biggest damn beaver I have ever seen. It was wounded, now on dry land, and on the attack. Jack and I were standing about 10 yards behind the 4-wheeler watching this thing try to attack Cameron and just looking on in amazement. Jack was out of ammo in the turkey gun and was trying to reload. Then, the Godfather of all beavers saw Jack and I and went on the offensive. As he charged I raised up the Glock and pulled the trigger, nothing, I was out of ammo. As this big booty beaver is bearing down on us, I am fishing around in my pocket for a spare magazine, for whatever reason, I could not locate the spare mag. The Godfather closed fast and Jack got the hell out of dodge, thinking that his death was a foregone conclusion. I chose to stand my ground, not out of pure guts and bravery, but more out of massive quantities of liquid courage combined with a complete lack of physical conditioning. As he approached, my only option was to try and kick him. I got in my karate stance and kicked the Godfather as hard as I possibly could. It was like kicking a brick wall. He never left the ground, all it did was roll the Godfather and just piss him off. As he got back on all fours, I backed away so Cameron could finish the monster. Cameron hit him a couple of times with the .22 and then I moved in to finish him off with 4 shots from the .40 cal.
After we were sure that he was dead and none of his brethren were trying to get the jump on us, we decided to look at the beast. The Godfather did not get to his position in the beaver society by accident. He was an absolute freak of nature. A beaver with not only the skills to build damns and lead the rest of the beaver nation, but also a very well trained fighter and a ruthless warrior. As you will see below, we put a beer can on his back so you can get a better idea of the size monster we were dealing with. We took him back and put him on the scales, he weighed in at a staggering 46lbs.
Men, if you are ever at the Dark Corner, I would be sure to tread lightly because the rest of the Godfather's family is out there and they want blood. We took out 2 more of his brethren before it was all said and done but there are many more lying in wait. Gentlemen, I would use extreme caution.
