Silent But Deadly
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OK, the way things really went...
Moosie gets to my house Friday evening about 10:00. We head down to the bar for a few drinks. The smallest guy in the bar tries to pick a fight with him. Moosie totally wimps out. It was pathetic. We proceed to get very drunk.
We get home very late and head to bed. I wake up a few hours later from a strange noise. I walk out into my living room to see what is going on. To my surprise, I see my 2 dogs, Booner and The Yeti, double teaming Moosie. I think Booner was in the front and The Yeti was in the back. Moosie was loving it.
2:00 PM came early the next day. I get Moosie out of bed and we head down to Mammoth Hot Springs. We drive past all the buildings and get to a place where there are usually a bunch of Orientals taking pictures of elk. I tell Moosie to walk over that small hill a few hundred yards away and there should be an elk for him. Several hours later he gets to the top of the hill and Kablaam! He turns around giving me the thumbs up sign. Blood starts pooring down his face. The scope on that little 243 nailed him right between the eyes. I climb up there in about 2 minutes. We wait for dark and then out of the park we head with a good bull in the back of the truck.
Moosie gets to my house Friday evening about 10:00. We head down to the bar for a few drinks. The smallest guy in the bar tries to pick a fight with him. Moosie totally wimps out. It was pathetic. We proceed to get very drunk.
We get home very late and head to bed. I wake up a few hours later from a strange noise. I walk out into my living room to see what is going on. To my surprise, I see my 2 dogs, Booner and The Yeti, double teaming Moosie. I think Booner was in the front and The Yeti was in the back. Moosie was loving it.
2:00 PM came early the next day. I get Moosie out of bed and we head down to Mammoth Hot Springs. We drive past all the buildings and get to a place where there are usually a bunch of Orientals taking pictures of elk. I tell Moosie to walk over that small hill a few hundred yards away and there should be an elk for him. Several hours later he gets to the top of the hill and Kablaam! He turns around giving me the thumbs up sign. Blood starts pooring down his face. The scope on that little 243 nailed him right between the eyes. I climb up there in about 2 minutes. We wait for dark and then out of the park we head with a good bull in the back of the truck.