Rally At The Ranch

Well, seven of the lakehouse crew went to the ranch this weekend for some much needed guy time. It was a great group as all of us have known each other for a minimum of six or seven years and most of us have known each other for longer than that. We all had pretty similar ideas about the weekend. You take seven guys who have grown up hunting and riding four wheelers and motorcycles and racing everything in the world, put them on a ranch by themselves, give them large amounts of guns and alcohol and remove all forms of supervision and trouble WILL ensue. We rolled in Friday night about ten and commenced the party Stayed up till about three thirty. Fatalities of Friday night: handle of Jack Daniels and a handle of vodka, three cases of beer, box of 22 shells, half a dozen coons and rabbits, and credibility with the game warden with our resident cop, Robert, firing his 9mm into the air around midnight in hopes of getting our attention.

Saturday morning, none of us hunted as we were all too spent to get up. We sighted rifles in, started drinking about ten, shot skeet, and rode motorcycles pretty much all day. That afternoon I gave everyone a pep talk about how we needed to take some deer off because the biologists had told us we needed to take 90 deer this season and we are way behind schedule. I didnt hunt after putting everyone out and just waited on everyone to call telling me how many deer they had gotten. Well, the call never came. About dark, Chuck and I headed out to pick everyone up. Everyone had confirmed over the radio that none had in fact shot anything. After several beers, this irritated me. As Chuck and I were leaving we see several deer leaving the water tank. It's within about two minutes of being completely dark. I decide we arent leaving empty handed at this point. Here's how it went down.

"Chris, there's five doe leaving the tank"

"I see them, I think Im going to take one"

"It's getting dark pretty quick"

"Hold my beer and find the spotlight"

Chris steps out of the truck and puts the gun across the hood of the truck while Chuck rummages around the find the light in the backseat

"I dont see them Chris"

"Right there damnit, hold the light steady"

"They're behind the powerpole"

"Not for me they're not"

BOOM

"Chuck, I think I missed that deer"

"Lets go see"

"Im pretty sure I missed Chuck. I pulled it off right at the last minute. DAMNIT!"

Chuck and I walk up to where the deer was standing (a long but not a ridiculously long shot) and find no deer

"Chuck, I told you I missed that deer"

"Lets look over here"

Chuck and I find the deer about twenty yards away

"I thought you said you missed?"

"I never miss Chuck. Where's my beer?"

Chuck Pretty Much Summing the Weekend Up In A Picture

(All He Needs Is A Beer)