A good reason to live in the sticks

LebamDawg

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Swaye's Wigwam
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So were you the young bull that rushed over the fence and fucked one of them or the old bull that moseyed on over and fucked them all?

Love that one. I don't think thus is the origin of it, but I learned it in the movie Colors.
 

I was driving my GF ad dogs up the river yesterday and nearly locked up to stop in front of a herd in the middle of the road.

Loser dogs had their windows down but didn't bag a single animal for the family. In fact they didn't acknowledge the elk at all. I said "get em boys". Thought I'd get an amusing growl or bark and the elk would run off.. instead, one dog dove over the back seat into the cargo area and one onto the floor, both fetching balls they had been chewing on. The elk just parted themselves so I could drive through.
 
True story: represented a client that shot one at one of those elk a couple of years ago. He missed. Fish cop cited him for reckless endangerment after a passing school bus called him in because it "scared the children" on the bus. Jury trial. Not guilt in about 10 minutes of deliberation.

Drive-by shootings are viewed entirely differently in the sticks.
 
That's super cool. Have never had elk come across the compound property. Lots of moose. And fuck the deer that seem to find the front quarterpanel of my vehicle as something they need to ram their bodies into. I've got a punch card at the body shop - I get a free repair after 10.
 
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I saw a herd on my way home last night, too. The sun was shining behind them, and their asses were all shining in the sunlight. I was going to pull over and grab a photo, but this stupid bitch in a minivan wouldn't just go the fuck around me. California plates.
 
True story: represented a client that shot one at one of those elk a couple of years ago. He missed. Fish cop cited him for reckless endangerment after a passing school bus called him in because it "scared the children" on the bus. Jury trial. Not guilt in about 10 minutes of deliberation.

Drive-by shootings are viewed entirely differently in the sticks.

that's funny - my wife and I both got selected to a jury on this guy down in Nemah flats shot an elk for his friend that was handicapped (forget the PC term to use but almost said crippled). The guy with the disabled hunting license had driven a different guy home so wasn't even there when the elk got shot. 4 others pleaded guilty but this guy wanted a trial. The actual charge was lying to an official of the state of Washington.

The disabled guy was dropping off a Naselle cop and rushed back just in time to claim the elk before the fish and game warden showed up. The way it was described was more like the gunfight at OK corral as the Elk entered - 5 shooters and 6 or 7 dead elk and all of them saying I didn't shoot one. All elk confiscated and everyone had their license suspended
 
Mostly The Throbber lives in the sticks so he can pee wherever and whenever he wants.

There's a certain freedom in just whipping it out and spraying without the neighbors thinking that's weird and calling the cops.

 
Mostly The Throbber lives in the sticks so he can pee wherever and whenever he wants.

There's a certain freedom in just whipping it out and spraying without the neighbors thinking that's weird and calling the cops.

But then you don't have the joy of being the neighbor
 
In all my years, the craziest shit I ever saw happen always involved a dead elk.

People go fucking crazy over one.

After you have a nice backstrap steak with some sauteed chanterelles on top, it becomes clear why, though.
 
Mostly The Throbber lives in the sticks so he can pee wherever and whenever he wants.

There's a certain freedom in just whipping it out and spraying without the neighbors thinking that's weird and calling the cops.

But then you don't have the joy of being[/s] banging [/b]the neighbor

Let's be accurate.
 
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I was hiking with my daughter and came across this little guy, fresh from his winter hibernation. We even got a half hearted rattle out of him when a guy came running up for a photo op.
 
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I was hiking with my daughter and came across this little guy, fresh from his winter hibernation. We even got a half hearted rattle out of him when a guy came running up for a photo op.

Pretty early and cold for snakes yet around here. We've had a couple of days that might draw a few out, but still getting frost on the nice nights. I'm going to move back to the west side sometime, maybe soon, where I can admire rattlers on TV shows instead of wondering if I'm about to step on one.
 
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