Well,
with the wife and kids out of town until Christmas eve, I loaded up the Toyota last night with all my HUNTING gear, and headed to a pretty good spot I know in Nevada. (No Tackdriver, not Wells!)
Anyway I was doing some scouting and was deciding which stands I was going to hit when it got light, when I heard a loud noise under my truck. Poked my head underneath to see my skid plate dragging with only one bolt attached. I went to grab my tool box, only to realize that I left it home. (about 164 miles away as the crow flies)I couldn't get the last bolt out with my flashlight and pliers.
I then did what any normal guy would do in this situation out in the desert, in 20 degree weather. I picked up my caller and my shotgun, headed down the road about a half mile and started calling.
About 30 minutes later after not seeing a thing, I got up and turned around to see a coyote on a trot coming at me about 20 yards away. Talk about a adrenalin rush! I had a heart attack! I proceeded to empty my shotgun loaded with #4 buck at the fleeing dog running away through the sage brush at mach II.
After cursing myself for not grabbing my rifle instead of the shotgun. I then started cursing Jiffy Lube, who took my skid plate off a week ago, told me I was missing a bolt and would take care of it. Boy, did they ever!
Got a piece of wire from a fence post, tied the plate up, and limped into Wendover where I borrowed a socket, took off my plate completely and headed home to Salt Lake.
Here is the worst part of the story. I got into town, Went to Carl Malone Toyota, got new bolts, went over to Jiffy Lube and told them to fix it right! Came back home, loaded my guns back in the truck, along with my TOOL BOX, came in to my office, wrote the whole ordeal here.
Now I'm fixing to leave to go back there right now! What in the hell is wrong with me???
I will let you know how this little hunt of mine ends on monday. MP
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with the wife and kids out of town until Christmas eve, I loaded up the Toyota last night with all my HUNTING gear, and headed to a pretty good spot I know in Nevada. (No Tackdriver, not Wells!)
Anyway I was doing some scouting and was deciding which stands I was going to hit when it got light, when I heard a loud noise under my truck. Poked my head underneath to see my skid plate dragging with only one bolt attached. I went to grab my tool box, only to realize that I left it home. (about 164 miles away as the crow flies)I couldn't get the last bolt out with my flashlight and pliers.
I then did what any normal guy would do in this situation out in the desert, in 20 degree weather. I picked up my caller and my shotgun, headed down the road about a half mile and started calling.
About 30 minutes later after not seeing a thing, I got up and turned around to see a coyote on a trot coming at me about 20 yards away. Talk about a adrenalin rush! I had a heart attack! I proceeded to empty my shotgun loaded with #4 buck at the fleeing dog running away through the sage brush at mach II.
After cursing myself for not grabbing my rifle instead of the shotgun. I then started cursing Jiffy Lube, who took my skid plate off a week ago, told me I was missing a bolt and would take care of it. Boy, did they ever!
Got a piece of wire from a fence post, tied the plate up, and limped into Wendover where I borrowed a socket, took off my plate completely and headed home to Salt Lake.
Here is the worst part of the story. I got into town, Went to Carl Malone Toyota, got new bolts, went over to Jiffy Lube and told them to fix it right! Came back home, loaded my guns back in the truck, along with my TOOL BOX, came in to my office, wrote the whole ordeal here.
Now I'm fixing to leave to go back there right now! What in the hell is wrong with me???
I will let you know how this little hunt of mine ends on monday. MP
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http://www.predatormasters.com
