having a little fun

[Clark McCombe]

We were heading to an academic meeting where the discussion topics were,
"ESG mandates and modern EU trade policy" and
"Urban gentrification of Chicago neighborhoods since the 1990's."
Needless to say, our minds were not on the assigned topics, but what we to wear to the next Vintager shoot.

[mobirdhunter]

Wonderful! But beware of “academics” wearing shirts with guns on them.

[Clark McCombe]

One better, at a recent cancer fundraiser I decided to wear a tie purchased from a fellow Parker member. A friend of an acquaintance came over and said,
"How pretty! are those crayons?"
I said,
"No, I'm pretty sure they're 12 gauge shells."
She sniffed, put her glasses back up on her forehead....
"Are you trying to make a statement?"
"No," I said. "Just having a little fun."

[mobirdhunter]

Keep up the good work!

[Double Lab]

Hmmm.. Urban gentrification huh? Does that mean carrying a pearl handled revolver? Asking for a friend. Please have a safe trip.

[Kevin McCormack]

Originally Posted by Clark McCombe

One better, at a recent cancer fundraiser I decided to wear a tie purchased from a fellow Parker member. A friend of an acquaintance came over and said,
"How pretty! are those crayons?"
I said,
"No, I'm pretty sure they're 12 gauge shells."
She sniffed, put her glasses back up on her forehead....
"Are you trying to make a statement?"
"No," I said. "Just having a little fun."

Reminds me of the time years ago I took a cookie sheet pan full of dove breast poppers to a neighborhood potluck BBQ. People gobbled them up and pressed me for what they were (most thought they were chicken liver wrapped in bacon). I had put a slice of nippy jalepeno pepper in each so they couldn't ID them right off. When they were nearly all gone, I told them what they were. Our local PITA type cried in a stage voice, "YOU KILLED, COOKED and ATE THE 'BIRD OF PEACE"??!!! I told her, 'Yeah; ever tried to eat a live one?"

[todd allen]

Some years back we were guiding some deer Hunter's at my friends Idaho mountain ranch.
We set out, as promised, to go on a morning hunt on some bottom land for camp meat. We were all thinking pheasants or sharptails.
Long story short, we saw no game birds, and were looking at returning to camp empty handed.
We made the decision to stop at a friendly farm, and killed a mess of barn pigeons.
I cooked em up, and told our guests that they were Rock Doves. (Not a lie)
The birds were diced, browned and served in a mushroom gravy. They cleaned their plates, and kept coming back til they were all gone, and plates cleaned.
The next day, one of our guests asked what Rock Doves were. I told him. Pigeons. They one by one confirmed, and then told me they couldn't believe pigeons were so tasty!

[Stan Hillis]

A now deceased friend of mine was involved in academia in the Washington, DC area for awhile. He and some friends were at a dinner party, and some of the men were standing off to themselves discussing hunting deer. A snooty woman overheard and said to them "How can you shoot and kill a poor defenseless little Bambi?!" My friend replied without ever cracking a smile "First you kill the mother, then the little one wanders around aimlessly in circles making it an easy target."

You can imagine the reaction.

[todd allen]

My answer to women regarding me deer hunting is that I'm hunting deadbeat dads.

[Big D]

My parents were out at a friend's house having dinner, which was venison. My mom finished her plate and said "The beef was wonderful, may I have more?" When told it was venison she went to the bathroom and blew it all