damn ye, malicious coworkers

[tna]

the guys i work with are allright but insist on giving me flack about muzzleloading. they are all slug gunners and mostly archers. typical conversations are as follows-

they try to learn about my strange ways
them- "why do you even bother with that outdated manure"
me-"it takes more skill, more challenging"
them- "well archery requires way more skill then that black power nonsense"
me- "is that why you use a bow has a 70% letoff, a laser sight, digital range finder and arrows with graphite shafts and mechanical broadheads"
them- (paraphrased) you are of questionable intelligence and have carnal relations with your mother.

yes, i suffer through this on a daily basis.

they make feeble attempts to mock me
them- "hey tom, how do you get the deer to stand still while you reload?"
this from a guy who bought 10 boxes of slugs to go with his semi auto shotgun and 2 deer tags. thats 25 shots a deer. it amazes me i havent beaten him with a wrench yet.
i reply- "the same technique i use when i'm with your mom, besides if i want to use the hide as a sieve i can poke more holes in it later."
at that time he suggested i perform the impossible act of mating with myself and suggested again that i had an unnatural relationship with my mother (paraphrasing again.)

they lash out at what they don't understand
them- "ohh look, i'm tom. i'm gonna pull the trigger and wait ten minutes before my gun goes off."
me- "well as your mom can verify, going off late is always better then going off to early."
them- (still more paraphrasing) you are the child of a female dog and i doubt you know the identity of your father. also, you are foul excrement that has unnatural carnal relations with your mother.

they try to turn me to the dark side
"really tom you should go hunting with us. it's great. we ride 4wheelers out and have gps's so we never get lost. we've even got an extra radio you can use. oh and kevin just got this new heat sensor that find them in thick brush a hundred yards away! how about it?"

my reply, you ask?

"maybe some other time..."

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If you can't kill it with one shot,
it dosen't DESERVE to die.

 

[leadball]

:crackup: My story is different.
me: I hunt with a traditions kentucky percussion cap muzzleloader.
them: what is that?
me: Its like a rifle the settlers used after the flintlock. percussions were invented in the early 1800s(go further into detail at that point).
them: And does that kill deer?
me: you bet it does. I use a lead ball.
them: boy that sounds more sporting than using a scope and driving around 4 wheelers all day and using gps's so you never get lost and using an extra radio and a heat sensor so you can find deer in thick brush 100 yards away. I sure would like to try that.
me: are you off this weekend?
them:yes i am in fact
me: then meet me at the douglas county shhoting range at 10 am saturday and I will let you give it a try.
them:sounds great. see you then
:thumbsup: :thumbsup:

 

[musketman]

them- "hey tom, how do you get the deer to stand still while you reload?"

Alternative answer: It doesn't take me two boxes on shells to kill a deer... :winking:

What is odd about where I work is that I (a modern thinking man) use a flintlock, where as the Amish workers (who are steep in tradition and the old ways) use inlines... :: :crackup:

 

[2172]

Sometimes our strange ways work in our favor, though...at a business cocktail hour a couple of years ago, I was wearing a favorite golf sweater...colored orchid. I overheard behind me a guy say, "what kind of a guy wears a pink sweater?" and before I could turn around, a gal said, "the kind of guy who hunts wild boar..." it felt good.
As to the negative co-workers, I wouldn't bother swapping[url] insults...in[/url] the South, it is more common to string these kinds of fools along, as in, "how do you get the deer to stand still for a second shot?"..."Golly, most of the time the first shot ain't gone off, but if'n it does, I generally hit it..."..that kind of thing. A friend of mine has a routine about walking on stilts as a young boy when dealing with the kind of person who assumes we all grew up barefoot...pretty funny...what's really funny is the highly intelligent type taking it all in as gospel..Hank

 

[Keith]

them- "hey tom, how do you get the deer to stand still while you reload?"

Alternative answer: It doesn't take me two boxes on shells to kill a deer... :winking:

What is odd about where I work is that I (a modern thinking man) use a flintlock, where as the Amish workers (who are steep in tradition and the old ways) use inlines... :: :crackup:

That's funny the Amish around me use one of three guns. The rich ones shoot a Remington 1100. The poor ones a single shot break open shotgun. And, the ones who just don't give S*&$ about the law use rifles. I don't think any of those guys would know what to do with a flintlock. Probably try to plow the field with it or something.

They ain't as traditional as you think. They have more diesel engines than a truck stop.

 

Second shot?

Can't remember ever needing one!

In-line? For what? What are they in line for?

1100, that's just before lunch at 1200, followed by nap time at 1300 hours, right!

 

[Keith]

That's it!

 

[makanaut]

Im usually just a curiosity at the local range. Im always willing to take the time to share and explain how the rock makes the sparks. Some appreciate it and some dont. Not everyone was raised and taught about our rich heritage. Cant necessarily fault them for it. I just remind myself that the guy next to me just bought the gun yesterday, sightin in today, huntin tommorow, guns in the closet the next and after the season is over Ill have the range all to myself again. Hey, wouldnt it be easier to have an inline that you could load the sabot and the little propellant chunk thing from the breech? Kinda like a modern rifle. I think Im onto something here!

 

[Stumpkiller]

What are they in line for?

When they get to Heaven, or Valhalla, that's where they'll be. Waiting "in line" to get inside.

Buy 'em a round at Fiddler's Green, 'cause they'll be spending eternity "in line" once the Trumpet sounds. :crackup:

My personal pet peeve are the "hunters" who fire a volley of three to five shots at a deer, moving or otherwise, and then never go to see if there is evidence of a hit. I guess they believe deer change color or a light with a score appears above them when hit. :curse: :curse: :curse: :curse: :curse:

I observed this behavior a couple times in the past few days, and I'm not sure I'll be able to buff the finger marks out of my gunstock where I squeezed while fighting back a dark, dark urge. What a hell of a race to call men.

:curse: :curse: :curse: :curse: :curse:

 

[silverfox]

AMEN Stumpkiller I'm in total agreement.
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