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Colockum You also forgot to mention that you killed the last bull in the blues! That is why you were confronted by the BMM. We all know you and BF jumped in your attack helicopter (that parks next to your Rolls Royce) to scout this bull.
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Quote from: 400out on September 08, 2012, 04:03:46 PMYou wouldn't happen to have got this pic from colockum Yeah that's me in that picture. Just got home and hadn't had time to post a story. Well you've seen the picture so here's the story. My brother and I got hammered drunk the night before the season opener. About 22 Blue Mountain Mafia members recognized me and wanted to fight. I told them that 22 against 1 wouldn't be a fair fight. So I waited around until they could find 10 more BMM members to make it a fair fight. After the fight I paid my tab and appologized for leaving behind 32 unconscious slobs in blue sweatshirts.Like I said I was hammered drunk. I had been hitting the champagne pretty hard. I climbed into my Rolls Royce with NY plates and drove off. I immediately got pulled over but like all New Yorkers I am filthy stinking rich so I paid the officer off. That afternoon I woke up with a massive hang over. But knew I had a hunt to start. So I quickly changed out of my blue Armani suite to a dark green one. And was ready to go. Back in the Rolls Royce and away I went. Almost immediately I began to see elk. Big ones at that. Finally I saw one close enough to the road that I wouldn't have to stumble far since I had begun to hit the champagne and caviar again. But far enough from the road I could get some sweet pictures that made it look like a wilderness hunt. He was huge and I pulled my trusty bow out, pulled off the tags and warranty info, drew back and immediately tripped and launched the arrow on accident. (Mental note before exiting the Rolls Royce do not chug a bottle of whipped cream vodka) luckily the elk was close enough that it spooked the elk really bad and he ran straight into a telephone pole killing him instantly. I had done it. I had successfully killed an elk. All by myself. Where was my brother throughout this whole ordeal you ask! That's a good question and one I wonder about to this very day. One can only assume those backwoods banjo playing BMM people took him away. So after changing into common peoples clothes for pictures I climbed back into a black armani suite which is what all true New Yorkers wear. I called "the help" and they whisked the bull away in a black helicopter. THE END
You wouldn't happen to have got this pic from colockum
Those deep dark canyons are cold and green...