Um...Bear Grylls. :p (At least, that's what they made it look like on TV.)

I have a friend who's a Marine and does some of their survival training. He said it's a running joke to tell their class to "never do anything Bear does." :rolleyes: After watching the episode he did in northern AL, in the winter, where he warned to watch for alligators!?...I kind of think he may be right!

You shoot pigeons? Are they wild ones? I never see any wild pigeons around here but sometimes in the Houston area around the overpasses and the zoo I see them.. My grandfather raised pigeons on his farm and he would occasionally eat them.:eek:

South America for Pigeons. I have been to Peru and Argentina. Chicago has quite the pigeon population, but they frown on shooting a shootgun on Michigan Ave!

My Grandfather raised racing pigeons, and had a pigeon coup on the top level of his building. Yes, a pigeon was throw in the sauce of Sundays Spaghetti dinner. I ate pigeon and really liked it back then, but then again, as a 4 year old, I had my own little glass for red wine, so maybe I was not really with it, if you know what I mean.

I use to have a Pot Belly Pig named PorkChop. I would tell him to go Pee in the Box and he would. Liter box trained. He lives in Farmersville Tx and loves to sneak over to the neighbors garden and eat everything. She caught him sunning himself after rooting up their garden. Gotta love those pigs.

I don't hunt but my Dad and brother did growing up they would go hunting with lots of beer;) and me and my sisters and mom would get money to go shopping!!:thumbup: I always looked forward to their wonderful tales of wild boar hunting:eek: they actually brought one home once and had it mounted hung the head on the wall. It was so gross!
As for me I would rather shop:p

Now I have a taste for a Pork Chop! I was wondering what I was going to do for dinner. Guess I will head on over to Jamesons Char House for a mouth watering Pork Chop!

I am not allowed to have anything on the wall. I have one head, in a box, in the basement, on the top shelf. Shopping, really?

You are too funny..LMAO

and if I was ordering them in Texas, I would ask for POKE CHOPS

Steve,

I just saw the hog pics - I was quite impressed to see that big monster you took with a bow. I hope you were in a tree :D - a wild hog in a good mood is a mean sucker I can only imagine what a pissed off wild hog would do.

I sure wish I had a hunter here to bag some bucks. I would love to have a freezer full to feed the furkids.

Now if you have time when you're in Dallas. Head out to the Ft. Worth Stockyards. There's a place called the Star Cafe. A hole in the wall bar, great beer. But, they have the best steaks in the DFW Metroplex. You can cut them with a fork.

Oh! If you're in to Fried Chicken in Farmer's Branch there's Babe's.....best fried chicken ever. Marinated overnight in Butter Milk and Brine.......

OMG! My family raced pigeons when I was growning. My grandfather had a pigeon coup in their backyard. I remember how they would take them out, clock them and then watch when they came back from the race. Now my cousin who is around your age and his dad (my uncle) still race pigeons. I will guarantee they knew each other. :eek:

Taking a shotgun on the Mag Mile would cause just a little concern. :rolleyes:

mmmm nothing like a Texas POKE


CHOP :D

No, I was standing out in the middle of a woodline, in direct sight. I was waiting, and as luck would have it, he came walking on by. He was 20 yards away, not a hard shot, but he was starting to run. I had to finish him (the squeemish may not read this)

with another arrow, and a 45 ACP round. (I always pack a 45 ACP Colt when in TX, and I am licensed to conceal carry there from my AZ permit) They are just tough. Once, I shot from about 200 yards away and he was running on an angle towards me. It was a good shot, behind the right shoulder. He went down, and immediately got back up and starting running again. Off I went, and then he started running in a circle, and after another 10 minutes, finally dropped. He was still breathing when I got there. Come to discover it was a darn good shot. Through lung, chest, part of the stomach, and blew out his left hip. We discoved this while we were cleaning it. They can take a lot of punishment. That is why they just keep increasing.

I would never hunt with a pack of Catch Dogs. I could not stand to see how cut up they get. I have a friend that is an MD in Argentina who does it. He raises his own, and is a breeder, probably the best in South America. He will lose one Dog on each major hunt, and the others he is stitching up and giving IV's and fluids in the field. Then hunt on horseback, and do use the knife. For them, it is not a hobby, but a way of life.

After my meal at Wendy's (wait time at the Char House for the Poke Chop), that sounds great, and I will try the steak place. A fork?