My buddy’s son wanted to go varmint hunting with me and my friend on night. I kept telling my buddy’s son that it happens quickly so be ready!
It was late 2:00amish in the morning and we couldn’t call up anything. He asked what we were doing wrong etc… I told him something besides us has got everything spooked.
He asked “like what?” …I told him I don’t know maybe a “mountain lion” or something….
It was our last set and I was ready for bed. My foxpro was about 40 yards or so near a stand down a steep hill looking down in a CRP field. I told him let’s quit. He agreed.
I told him to go get my foxpro so we could get things packed up. I told him to leave his gun because it was too dark and the footing was not safe to carry a rifle down the hill. (my forward thinking plan not to get shot)
He agreed and set of with his flash light. I waited until he was about 5 feet from the Foxpro and cracked up the volume full blast and belted out a mountain lion scream from the Foxpro.
As it played I screamed to him “GET DOWN” my other buddy up the hill with me fired his pistol a couple of times “away” from us as if he was shooting at an attacking lion….As we all screamed.
My sons friend puckered up…and hit the dirt and screamed like his life was over! The 3 of us laughed so hard we were in tears.

A couple of times a year I take one of the kids on a "walk about" I'll show (teach them about tracks, rubs and deer POOP)

I like to have some Sugar Babies in my pocket, I reach down like I'm picking up deer poop and pop a few Sugar Babies in my mouth and say " Um these are FRESH!"

speak for yourself

Me and my buddy took his nephew out to try and get some of the hogs that are tearing up the protein in Glasscock County about a month ago. He's in 2nd grade, and patience, well, it's just not his thing. So he asks us what we can do to get the hogs to come in. My buddy looks at his nephew and says "well jake, we have to call them". Jake looks at his uncle and says "how do we do that?" and his uncle says "well, what does a pig sound like?"... lil jake spends the next couple of hours oinking out the blind window. One of the funniest things I've seen.

Two weeks pass... We're back at the Glasscock Ranch and Jake asks his dad to take him out to try and get some hogs. His dad is VERY serious about his hunting and doesnt really tolerate any funny business and especially making sounds while in the blind. He barges into both of our rooms around 4am madder than a bag of cats wanting to know which of us taught his son how to "call" pigs. The laugh was worth the rude awakening.

Had to do some paperwork and the toilet was backed up tha night before tha hunt so went and left my buddy a present right below the step of his truck and coverd it up with dirt...you can figure out the rest

eewwwwwww

welp, theres the Navasota part of you that I knew we would see eventually....