I had a dream. At the new hunting place, a large dry bottom network of sand pits, there was an angry 800 pound maroon hog and one that was just resting that was about 2000 pounds. My farmer friend got scared and slid down the gravel and hid under the 2000 pounder, farmers do that. I shot the angry one, my shot was high and angling forward so I did not shoot a second arrow. Then a little further a crazy small eight point buck came charging at me, my dog headed him off and they locked antlers. An elk came up to watch. I shot the buck with an autumn orange 1920 with one of those three inch by nine inch broadheads. The arrow completely deflated the buck leaving just the skin and the head, flew through and completely deflated the elk. Then I saw that my Morngstar was broke, it had a rounded knob with just three dry lines of Duco that had been holding the top limb on. On the way out I had stuffed something bloody in my back quiver, I made up excuses about that to the others that we met on the way out. I thought that I should turn myself in at the large game warden complex there, but the game warden did not want to talk to me because he had to go to the bathroom, then he went out to target shoot with another game warden. Not knowing what to do, we snuck out. I was thinking, will this be covered under some kind of a warranty? I will have to give James a call. Then I woke up. I hope none of this comes true, but it makes me nervous anyway.
Topic: HH BUG GOT ME - Part Two! (Read 473466 times)
