I decided to take a buddy hunting this past weekend on a farm that I have had permission to hunt for years..... When I got to the farm house I left my buddy in my truck and went up to let the owner know were I was going to be....he asked me if I would do him a favor....he has/had an old mule that was suffering greatly and he simply didn't have the heart to put down so he asked me to put it down for him. I reluctantly agreed. The mule was tied up behind a barn...so I decided to play a joke on my buddy. When I got back to the truck I told my buddy that the farm,er told me to get off his property and never come back, and that I was going to fix his sorry old butt. I drove the truck back behind the barn pulled out my pistol walked up to the mule, put the barrel in it's ear and pulled the trigger..... next thing I know I hear a string of gunshots and I run back to the truck and get there just as my buddy appears around the corner at a dead run all redfaced.... I asked what the hell was goin on and he says...'Hurry Hurry, I got three of his cows!!!!" Damn. Looks like I'll have to find a new place to hunt. SB
Ha, my friends father and his friends love to tell that story at deer/elk camp. He tells it as Mickey Mantle and Billy Martin were the two guys.
