I found this nice whitetail head while in some pretty thick brush yesterday afternoon.?ÿ It was on the ground and the mice had started gnawing on it.?ÿ This job had more deer and turkey than any place I can remember.?ÿ I was standing quietly waiting for my trusty Javad unit to crank out a shot and a deer was running straight for me.?ÿ She got to within 20 yards, stopped, sniffed, and decided that whatever she was running from was better to deal with than me and she ran back the way she had come.?ÿ I love this job.
You must have been about a half mile from my house.?ÿ If I could hit the broadside of a barn from the inside, I could kill 10 deer per day and never run out of deer to shoot.?ÿ Overgrown rats.?ÿ And so are certain non-residents who follow them here.?ÿ Can you tell I'm not a fan of what Fish and Game did to us??ÿ There were the same as none in my area when I was a kid.?ÿ Now they are so plentiful and have such a love?ÿ for wanting to be hood ornaments that everybody could have three or four such hood ornaments on every vehicle they own.?ÿ Insurance companies and body shops are the only winners.
I'm neither a cattleman nor a hunter, but I do know that deer and elk love to mingle in with a herd of cows. There they find food, water, and relative safety from hunters and predators.
I found a dead man. 44 magnum beside him a whopper of a hole through his head.
That's tough to beat.?ÿ I heard about a crew that found an old human skull under some bushes.?ÿ They thought it was a great trophy and took it back to the office.?ÿ After a thorough a.. chewing by the boss, they took it back and met the authorities to show them where it was.
I got a Whopper once at Burger King, but I don't fast food anymore. That stuff will kill you.
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Bit into a gas station corn dog on a drive by survey lunch and extricated a foot long chicken feather twisted through it like a corkscrew. Have to say I'm not much of a fan of corn dogs any longer. Always assumed the chickens got plucked before going in the hopper but now I know better.
A guy killed himself on a jobsite I was on a couple of years ago.?ÿ I cam back to pick up a back site and there he was with the cops putting a sheet over him.?ÿ At least it happened when I was at another point turning angles.?ÿ
A guy from my team got squashed to death by a 40 foot long wooden piling. It was an "accident" that happened when he was counting blows during a pile driving operation. Every day the company sent somebody new to count the blows. I would tell them not to go in the hole.
An engineer on the project would come every day and tell the new guy to go down in the hole and count the blows from the bottom. Every day I told the new guy and the engineer that we could count just as easily from fifty feet away on the ground using the level. When I asked if the engineer if he really believed the top of the pile went in the ground at a different rate than the bottom, he said yes and started to give me his bull shit reason on compressible fibers.
After the incident I went looking for him and "found" him to tell him that this result was the reason I argued with him every day. After the incident the rules were changed and we were allowed to make measurements the way I had prescribed.?ÿ
I never saw the engineer again and have my doubts that he was an actual engineer.?ÿ
My crew found a back pack along the road deep in the sticker bushes and brought it back to the office. I got to keep the scale but the rest was confiscated by the police.?ÿ The crew, like good boys, were rewarded with beers.?ÿ I had one of those photos with the cops and the loot taken but can't find it now. It was pre-internet and would have made a great avatar.?ÿ
Early in my career we were doing a boundary survey on some heavily wooded rural properties. Lots of junk around the houses. Way back in the brush we found a vehicle that clearly had not been there long. The PC wrote down the VIN to see if it was stolen and we went about our business. On the way back to the office, we drove right by the CHP office, but he didn't stop. I asked why? He said "we have several more days of work out there. If I report it now, they will know who turned them in. I will wait until I am sure we are done." Sure enough, we stopped on the last day and it came up as having been stolen a week earlier in a town about 60 miles away. I learned a bit of wisdom that day.
Down this way, a lot of the restaurants make the choice to not produce meals that are non-halal products. So, BK opened a couple of years ago and I swan in there one morning all excited and drive through and out with their bacon breakfast. Get it home, look at it, sniff it, lick it. Immediately pick up phone, call BK and state: "That's not F bacon". Reply: "Yes it is, the bulk packaging says bacon flavoured beef".
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Keeping with the OP's theme, here's some of the better skull-etons I've found out there in the woods.
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My best find was cash strung along a road. $361 was my final haul..?ÿ
