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Well, I have a similar story in the sense that I brought my brother-in-law along for the first time on a deer hunt. I was going with my bow and he tagged along to see what it was like because he was a bird man and never hunted with a bow.

Way up North in Wisconsin, or Nort as they say, we drove to a place and settled down in some brush that split two empty corn fields. It was winter and it was about 25 degrees with no wind.

He sat down leaning against a tree to my left and behind me as I sat on my little stool with an arrow nocked and ready to draw. Just before dusk I noticed there were two bucks leading a group of doe's coming toward us diagonally across the field. I was still as a stone because the bucks were checking out the field.

Well just as one of the prize bucks, about 3 years old, was coming within about 45 yards, my brother-in-law yelled, “Oh Shite”. At that millisecond the bucks took off along with the rest of the group and I turned to him and saw a squirrel jump off of his shoulder on to the tree next to him in a panic.

The squirrel jumped on him thinking he was part of the tree. At first I was disappointed because I had an incredible chance to get a big one. Then I laughed at him when he said it scared the living crap out of him because he though the squirrel was going for his face.

I was deer hunting in SE Wisconsin (Vernon County) one year on some public land that abutted my buddy's dad's place.

I was still hunting a draw when I came upon a 'hunter' leaning against a tree. At first I thought he was asleep. Then I noticed the empty brandy bottle at his feet.

Here he was passed out drunk with a rifle in his hand, finger on the trigger, safety in the "OFF" position. I made sure I was behind him, and tried to gently wake him. No luck. Then I got more agressive and started to shout at him. Nothing.

So I took the rifle out of his hands and checked it. Sure as hell, there was a round in the chamber. It was a nice rifle, btw, a Weatherby in 7MM Mag.

Yea, I thought about it, but a stolen firearm is a Felony.

So I did the next best thing. I unloaded the rifle and put the cartridges right next to Sleeping Beauty. Then I put the barrel in the crook of a tree, grabbed the stock, and pulled really really hard.

I managed to bend the barrel nearly 45 degrees.

Then I gently laid the rifle in his lap and walked quietly away.

I would have paid good money to see the look on his face when he finally woke up.