Paging Cushman..

[Redman]

As many of you know @JohnCushman had tags to fill and he posted a little on @SFC B thread. He just left the Redman Home for Wayward Souls a couple days ago from hunting. I am not posting anything until he does. So Mr. Cushman let's hear it...or Casey will post something and we don't want that

 

[Nick87]

Following

 

[F250]

This should be good !!!!

 

[Zach]

Now I'm gonna text him....

 

[JohnCushman]

Casey's version would probably be more fun to read LOL

 

[Addicting]

Casey's version would probably be more fun to read LOL

Was there any flipping of side by sides?

 

[fmnjr]

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[JohnCushman]

Was there any flipping of side by sides?

I haven't been in one since I flipped the last one LOL

 

[perma]

Finally, a thread about hunting.

 

[Nick87]

Finally, a thread about hunting.

Yes. Somebody get this thing rolling please.

 

[Konocti's Wigwam]

Yes. Somebody get this thing rolling please.

Once upon a time there was an old mother pig who had three little pigs and not enough food to feed them. So when they were old enough, she sent them out into the world to seek their fortunes.

The first little pig was very lazy. He didn't want to work at all and he built his house out of straw. The second little pig worked a little bit harder but he was somewhat lazy too and he built his house out of sticks. Then, they sang and danced and played together the rest of the day.

The third little pig worked hard all day and built his house with bricks. It was a sturdy house complete with a fine fireplace and chimney. It looked like it could withstand the strongest winds.

Now let's hear about some mule and elk stories to tell as we sit around the camp fire...this place is called Fireside for a reason, right?

KW

 

[Nick87]

Ok...I think enough internet for today maybe. Wtf

 

[Johnny Bravo]

"So we were on our way hunting and got hungry so we stopped at Arby's for a beef and cheddar."...LOL

 

[Southern Elk]

If you don't post the story, there are guys on here that will use chat gpt to write if for you.

 

[perma]

Ok...I think enough internet for today maybe. Wtf

Yeah no kidding. HT has been a dumpster fire this month.

 

[Gellar]

"So we were on our way hunting and got hungry so we stopped at Arby's for a beef and cheddar."...LOL

We need to quit with the Arby’s posts. Every time I go to a site with generated ads it’s an Arby’s ad.

 

[Nick87]

We need to quit with the Arby’s posts. Every time I go to a site with generated ads it’s an Arby’s ad.

Give it another try. It's not all bad.

 

[fmnjr]

Give it another try. It's not all bad.

All that comes to mind when I think of Arby’s is how my friends wife told me he said something about it looking like a roast beef sandwich.

 

[Hilljackoutlaw]

If you don't post the story, there are guys on here that will use chat gpt to write if for you.

The rising sun painted the landscape of Southern Arizona with warm hues as Adam and his friend Jack ventured towards their much-anticipated Coues deer hunt. Excitement buzzed in the air as they made their way down the winding roads, the anticipation of the hunt palpable in their veins.

After a few hours of driving through the rugged terrain, they found themselves ravenously hungry, and without much choice around, they pulled into a Hooters for a quick bite. The orange-clad servers greeted them with enthusiasm, and soon they dug into hearty wings and burgers, fueling up for the adventure ahead.

As they devoured their meal, a group of midget entertainers dressed as Santa's elves came out for a special Christmas performance, adding an unexpected twist to their pitstop. Adam and Jack shared a laugh over the unusual distraction, relishing the lightheartedness of the moment before refocusing on their journey.

Finally, they arrived at their hunting grounds, greeted by the rugged beauty of the desert landscape. They set up camp, surrounded by the scent of sagebrush and the distant calls of wildlife. The anticipation of the hunt weighed heavily upon them as they made final preparations, the thrill of the chase mingling with the untamed allure of the wild. They were ready to pursue the elusive Coues deer, known for their keen senses and ability to vanish into the landscape with astonishing swiftness.

Their days were spent trekking through the rocky terrain, navigating the arid canyons and steep ridges, their eyes scanning the landscape for any sign of the elusive game. Each step brought them closer to the heart of the wilderness, and with every missed shot, the allure of the hunt intensified.

They encountered several magnificent Boone and Crockett bucks, their majestic antlers glinting in the sunlight as they moved with a graceful agility. Yet despite their best efforts, the deer seemed to evade their every attempt.

Frustrated but undeterred, Adam and Jack pressed on, the thrill of the hunt driving them forward each day. They shared tales of past hunts around the campfire, under the star-studded desert sky, finding solace in the camaraderie that came with the shared pursuit of their passion.

One evening, as they were settling into their camp after another challenging day, they were approached by a mysterious stranger who seemed to materialize out of the gathering dusk. The stranger offered them an unexpected proposition: a chance encounter with an old acquaintance from their hometown had led to the acquisition of a rare and valuable substance. Cocaine.

Adam and Jack were taken aback, the offer a stark contrast to the serenity of the desert landscape around them. After a moment of hesitation, they declined the perplexing proposal, preferring to remain steadfast in their dedication to the hunt.

As the days passed, their persistence was finally rewarded. On the last day of their hunt, they found themselves in the presence of a magnificent Coues deer, its elegant form cast in the golden light of the setting sun. With steady hands and beating hearts, they took their aim, and this time, their arrows found their mark. The sense of triumph was indescribable as they gazed upon the magnificent creature that lay before them, a testament to their unwavering determination and respect for the wild.

As they made their way back home, their hearts were filled with a sense of fulfillment that only the raw, unyielding beauty of the wilderness could bring. Each missed shot, each grueling trek, had been a part of the journey, shaping their experience and leaving an indelible mark on their souls.

The memories of their Southern Arizona hunt would forever be etched in their minds, a testament to the untamed spirit of the wild and the enduring bond that had carried them through every exhilarating moment.

 

[Gellar]

All that comes to mind when I think of Arby’s is how my friends wife told me he said something about it looking like a roast beef sandwich.

Pictures or it didn’t happen.