Ever roped a deer?

[mhall]

Tyme please tell me this is a joke and you really didn't do this, lol. Good Lord man if you are serious what were you thinking?? You being a retired pharmacist you are obviously an educated man?? Deer kill as many people every year as bears do maybe more. Their strength is absolutely incredible. Had a guy we knew many years ago jump on a confused fawn and was going to try and capture it by hand. Ha Ha Ha I can't stop laughing it nearly killed him. he lost teeth and everything. That story broke me up Tyme and if it's true and not just a funny story I may have to view you in a slightly different light from now on.

[DJD]

Mark,
Not trying to steal Tymes thread here but you have a great point on strength and it made me think about one afternoon many years ago.
We use to drive around the swamps in Florida (great fun!!) and look for small pigs to try and catch by hand (never caught one but we took some serious nose dives, those things can cut and run..lol) It would look like a Chinese fire drill when we saw one, the truck would stop and the doors would fly open and the race was on! Like I said good times for sure but anyway we had enough oneday and on the way out we saw an Armadillo rooting in a field so I jumped out of the p/u truck and took off after it, after falling down many times I finally caught this thing and I was amazed at how strong it was. I could barely hold it and after it shat on me I learned you should hold it by the tail. Man it was so funny it still brings a smile to my face.

[mhall]

Mark,
Not trying to steal Tymes thread here but you have a great point on strength and it made me think about one afternoon many years ago.
We use to drive around the swamps in Florida (great fun!!) and look for small pigs to try and catch by hand (never caught one but we took some serious nose dives, those things can cut and run..lol) It would look like a Chinese fire drill when we saw one, the truck would stop and the doors would fly open and the race was on! Like I said good times for sure but anyway we had enough oneday and on the way out we saw an Armadillo rooting in a field so I jumped out of the p/u truck and took off after it, after falling down many times I finally caught this thing and I was amazed at how strong it was. I could barely hold it and after it shat on me I learned you should hold it by the tail. Man it was so funny it still brings a smile to my face.

Too funny Don. Wasn't it fun '' Growing up Redneck ". Ah the stuff we use to do for entertainment. Sounds like a new reality show doesn't it...... Growing Up Redneck, I think I'm on to sumpin here.

[Tyme2fish]

Unlike Bill Clinton, I cannot tell a lie.

The post was a C&P from another site.I just wanted to share the humor.
I might be stupid but I ain't no idiot!!!

[DJD]

Too funny Don. Wasn't it fun '' Growing up Redneck ". Ah the stuff we use to do for entertainment. Sounds like a new reality show doesn't it...... Growing Up Redneck, I think I'm on to sumpin here.

Yep you got a good one there. Lets hear a few more stories of what we all did growing up. Don't want to hear any pig squealing stories from you Libs! Sorry about that right there.....

[Tim_T]

A few years ago we were a victim of mailbox baseball and my wife was really upset. I told her no big deal, it was payback from my youth.

When I was about 14 or 15 there was a crotchety old man that lived near us. He would always make comments to us while we were waling downt the atreet. He lived at the end of his street and it litterally ended at his driveway were he had a big cattle gate at the entrance to his driveway. One halloween, we took a chain and a pad lock and locked his gate from the outside....my guess is he was a little late to work the next morning.

[Bobby Headrick]

Growing up redneck, could be a song there, I am a musican Mark, so lets put a tune together and make some MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$, seriously. We can sell it in Nashville or at least trade it to Casey Ashley for some good baits and rods and such. LOL. Might have to steal your title but will give you credit. But it is a catchy line. Born in the country down in the south had to learn to shoot and to fish to put food in our mouths.la la la la da da da, etc etc.

[Tim_T]

Growing up redneck, could be a song there, I am a musican Mark, so lets put a tune together and make some MONEY$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$, seriously. We can sell it in Nashville or at least trade it to Casey Ashley for some good baits and rods and such. LOL. Might have to steal your title but will give you credit. But it is a catchy line. Born in the country down in the south had to learn to shoot and to fish to put food in our mouths.la la la la da da da, etc etc.

Can it be to the tune of "Play that funky music whiteboy?"
LOL

[Devils Horse]

I don't care where it came from, that is a hilarious story. Definitely falls into that 'heymanwachis' category.

[bassin_bug]

I know a couple of tales about deer and both are true. My cousin, George, was fishing in the Tombigbee river, a transportation waterway, where huge tugboats push barges. Their engines are so powerful (4,200 h/p) they make large wakes and churn the river to the bottom.

George was driving a small, aluminum, flat bottom Cajun boat when he spotted a huge buck swimming across the river. He tied one end of a rope to the boat and the other end around the deer's horns, planning tow it to shore where he would slit its throat with his knife, and dress it after he got home. About the time he got the rope on the deer, a tugboat came by, scared the deer and it jumped into the boat with George. It started slashing at his head with its feet, pawing and tearing the boat to pieces. He knocked George out of the boat, leaving the deer to do the driving.

Finally it jumped overboard, boat in tow, and somehow made it to shore. By then George had also made it to shore but in a different place. He started running down the bank to get the boat, scared the deer again, and it dragged his boat up the bank with it on one side of a tree and the deer on the other side and the rope still tied to both. George was so beaten up by the deer, and tired from swimming in heavy waves that he decided to cut the rope and let the deer go. Every time he got close to the rope the deer charged again. He finally got behind the overturned boat, cut the rope, and went home with nothing to show for his day except a cut up, bruised, battered body, a bent up boat, no fish and no deer.
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The other story is about a drunk, a fat buck on the loose, and Mike.

My son, Mike, raised a fawn whose mother was killed by a truck. He got a special permit from the State Wildlife authorities to raise it and it was as tame as a puppy. He fed it well and it grew into a fat, sleek, buck with 12-point antlers; a trophy buck by anyones standards.

One day a neighbor stopped and told Mike that his pet deer had escaped its pen and was grazing down by the road. He took its collar and a rope and walked down there to bring him home.

As he is walking up the side of the road, leading the deer back to the house, a drunk came by and stopped. "Izzat a deer?" he asked. Mike is something of a prankster with a great sense of humor so he said, "No, I was just taking my coon hound out for a walk." The drunk said, "****, I ain't never seen such horns on a dog like that."