One of the joys of hanging out down at the old deer camp was hearing the stories of the older bunch of guys. Back before any of us younger folks were around, they used to all take a yearly trip to Colorado to hunt elk, mule deer, and whitetails. One of the guys, Joe, shot about a 1,200 pound bull elk on top of a mountain. The other guy with him, Houston, said, “Let’s go back to camp and we’ll get the others to help us quarter him and pack him out.”
“Nope. I ain’t leaving him up here.” So Joe sat right there on that elk while Houston went down to get the rest of the fellows. Well, back in camp, the boys had “a few” to fortify themselves for the chore of packing out the elk. Time dragged on and night was approaching. As he sat there getting colder and colder, Joe began to wonder if they were coming. Snow was falling when finally he saw a tiny spot of orange making its way up the mountain toward him. He roared, “Hurry your . . . up, you mother . . . !”
A shocked voice with a distinctly non-Southern accent replied, “What party are you with?”
Joe answered, “Hell, Republican, I guess!” True story as I remember it told to all the young shavers around the camp stove one night. Or at least I think it was true. Hell, I wasn’t there.
6 responses so far ↓
1 Theresa // Aug 27, 2010 at 5:49 pm
Knowing Houston and his crew, I’m betting the story is true and I’m glad I wasn’t there!
2 armchairoutfitter // Aug 28, 2010 at 1:38 am
Good men, one and all. Perfect companions for a boy in his formative years. We will never see their like again, and the world is a sorrier place for it.
3 Theresa // Aug 28, 2010 at 3:08 pm
I hate to say it, but I think I agree with you! They had their faults, but don’t we all?
4 Beata // Sep 2, 2010 at 7:46 am
Thanks for my morning laugh! That’s a great story – I’ll have to share that with Daddy.
5 armchairoutfitter // Sep 2, 2010 at 10:23 am
That’s what we do here, comic relief.
6 Tim // Sep 27, 2010 at 8:34 pm
Great story Mike. I liked the extended version you told me in the truck going to the dove field. Good times, good times.
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