Dead Oryx Pics...

[Big Fin]

Moosie:

Will this be "the best Oryx hunt on the web?"

Sounds like it has all the makings of one.

Congrats guys. Looking forward to the pics.

 

[elk_hunter]

Here's something that was good for a laugh. Someone camouflaged some special Oryx chocolate chips into Bugler and Wylie's last cookie. You'll have to ask how it tasted.

ROTFLMFAO!!!!

 

[elk_hunter]

Will this be "the best Oryx hunt on the web?"

More like "Oryx Gone Wild"

 

[Basser]

someone steal the facebook uploaded pic and post it for DanR !!

Here ya go!

 

[AZ402]

Here's something that was good for a laugh. Someone camouflaged some special Oryx chocolate chips into Bugler and Wylie's last cookie. You'll have to ask how it tasted.

That's hilarious!

 

[chasendeer]

That is a dandy bull Oscar way to go
Jay

 

[oleefish2]

That had to be one of the greats hunts ever. I had sheep cookies pulled on me years ago.. Funny now...

 

[TheTone]

Looks like a good one, looking forward to the whole story.

 

[FLIPPER]

Congrats Oscar and gang!

The mass on that bull looks heavier than its african cousin/brother.

 

[jabber]

I wonder what the wait time will be for this story.....|oo|oo|oo



Congrats, I can't wait for the story and pics.

 

[danr55]

Good deal. Now we can add "Moosie the Oryx Assassin" to the list of titles. Congratulations Oscar.

 

[avid_outdoorsman]

Oryx

Hey, did you have to tape his horns together ??

What did you do, shoot that left one in half and then have to tape it back together?

IDBugler, where's your bull? There's a chocolate shake riding on that baby!

~AO

 

[noharleyyet]

Unique looking big game animals. Definitely on my ''before I kick" list.

 

[guppie9]

Is it just me or is this thread titled "Dead Oryx Pics" strangely devoid of dead oryx pics???

 

[The Hedgehog]

Cool! Looks like a big one, but I wouldn't know the difference between an Oryx and a bushbuck.

 

[DRAFTSTUD]

:wank: Is this Hunt Talks equivalent of Waterboarding? John

 

[2nd Amendment]

A little rabbit hunt story to hold everyone over (told from the point of an observer):

The terrain was one seemingly devoid of life, much akin to what one imagines the surface of mars to be. The Ford 150 struggled for a solid bite of the sandy terrain, while the seasoned hunters world known as Moosie and Idaho Bugler stood in the back, clutching to the cab for dear life. Spirits were low for all involved, as this was appearing to be another "o for" day, when the eagle like eyes of Idaho Bugler spotted something out of place in the desert landscape. Quickly raising the Swaros to his dust covered eyes, he mouthed the word that everyone was anticipating, "rabbit".

Moosie reached for the Mathews bow, anticipating what was sure to be the culmination of a 3200 mile round trip. As Moosie inventoried the quiver searching for a death dart, IB calmly keep repeating, "no, not that one. The fletching is still good." When a ten year old throwaway arrow was finally agreed upon, Moosie cautiously tightened his massive shoulders, drawing the 70lb resistance back like a child picking up a sucker. IB calmly called out the yardage, "31 yards, use the 30 yard pin". But, Moosie is no ordinary hunter. Quickly mentally calculating the trigonometry required for the impossible shot, Moosie held the 20 yard pin three feet low and increased his back tension until the bow released like a cheerleader on prom night.

As if the world was in slow motion, the mystical flight of the arrow had all observers enthralled. In what seemed like an eternity, gravity finally overtook the arrow as it descended back to earth. First point of impact was six feet in front of the rabbit. But, as Moosie had calculated, momentum caused not one, but two bounces, with the arrow finally coming to rest in the south end of the north bound hare.

Here, this observers memory becomes faint, as what happened next no man could be prepared for. In a flash, two weaponless men leap from the truck and began the foot pursuit. I have a brief memory flash of a gutteral roar that could have come from no man or beast. Knowing that there was a wounded maneater somewhere in the grass, Moosie screamed "save yourselves, I will finish the beast". IB, knowing that this would make a heck of a good "When Animals Attack XXXII" video, disregarded any personal safety and grab the video camera in rapid pursuit.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

 

[noharleyyet]

LMAO...excellent croc hunter rendition.

 

[2nd Amendment]

(Con't)

As I struggled to get out of the truck, holding my side not knowing whether my gall bladder had just burst or if laughing can cause that same pain, I am able to look up and see a lone arrow wildly flipping above the grassline like the dorsel on a greatwhite cutting the ocean surface. Looking to my right I see what appears to be a mad man running through the mesquites and catclaws like Jason Vorhees in a pair of newly purchased cargo shorts and K-Swiss shoes. Behind him, trying to keep from recreating the camera motion of the "Blair Witch Project" runs IB, laughing so hard the much needed oxygen has nary a chance to reach his burning lungs. Behind them both comes Wylie, carrying the bow screaming "Hey, stick another arrow in him". Moosie, with his mind in predatory mode, his senses hightened to a level only imaginable to one that had been in this position before, continues his pursuit like a lion with the first taste of blood chasing an impala. I vaguely remembered IB yelling words of encouragement over the ear piercing laughter occuring all around in this death feast. "Hurry Moose, you are gaining on him". At which point, the smell of gunpowder burns the hairs in my noise, as my ears pick up the unmistaken death bellow...

(To be Con't)

 

[Delw]

LMAO...excellent croc hunter rendition.

no kiddin that so far is awsum and good planning on the to be cont. parts cause I was laughing so hard I had to piss