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    #61
    My late daddyinlaw was a big turkey hunter.
    About 50 years ago he took his son who was about 6 years old.
    Had turkey coming in and was almost ready to shoot.
    Greg jumps up & hollers, RUN TURKEY RUN, DADDY'S FIXIN TO SHOOT YA!!!!

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      #62
      I eat pistachios in the blind. Who wants to go???

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        #63
        I love it and trust me - we get all types. Like the guy that brought one bullet because he didn't know how to load his gun.
        It's their hunt...if they want to bring a bouncing 4 year old to the blind or sleep in every morning, that's fine. Or, we can do it my way and actually go kill something.

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          #64
          I love this thread... and I hunt alone

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            #65
            My younger brother loves to hunt, but he gets ants in his pants sitting in the blind. We have toggle bolts that keep the plexiglass windows shut, he likes to see if he can spin the winged part off the threads with one flick of his fingers. I guess that's why he never took up bowhunting. He's killed some nice bucks with his rifle though.

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              #66
              Originally posted by Cisco Jack View Post
              My late daddyinlaw was a big turkey hunter.
              About 50 years ago he took his son who was about 6 years old.
              Had turkey coming in and was almost ready to shoot.
              Greg jumps up & hollers, RUN TURKEY RUN, DADDY'S FIXIN TO SHOOT YA!!!!
              Bawhawhaw

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                #67
                I guide a friend every year......noisier than a one man band. We sit in the blind furthest away from the feeder. I shoot the deer for him and we lie. Everyone goes home happy and none the wiser.

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                  #68
                  Originally posted by Possum Fat View Post
                  Couple times a year my dad asks me to take him hunting. He farts, snorts, talks in normal tones, gets up to pee or take a dump at least once per trip. He even makes sure to announce it..."See that tree over yonder? I'm gonna go **** at the base of it. Cover me."

                  He plays on his phone without putting it on silent, cracks open warm cans of RC cola and slurps em loudly and snores when he drifts off to sleep. Like a big slobbering 68 year old infant. Until I put a big daddy long legs on his face.

                  I don't even know why I bring a gun or bow into the blind with him. But its still fun to hear him carry on. Sometimes it drives me nuts but I still enjoy our time in the woods together.

                  I laughed out loud.

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                    #69
                    I hunt with my 2 youngest a lot and I guess I am basically slow training them to be quiet in the blind. They have their iPods to occupy themselves and one time I played "I spy with my little telescope (spotting scope)" with my daughter to keep her amused while we waited for the deer to show themselves. The first time I had my son in the blind with me he was noisy as all get-out, but I let him be. I wanted a good experience for him and not a "dad sure gets grouchy when we are in the blind" experience. My oldest is as quiet as a mouse, but she is already trained.
                    The very first time I hunted with my son, we took a walk around the ranch to try and slip up on some hogs. He was jabber-jawing right along at first, and as we came up to one of the large live oaks on the place, a hog busts out from under it. I tell him if he hadn't been talking that I could have shot that hog.
                    Well, he thought on it a moment, then starts jabbering again. Luckily, we walked a little while before we came across more hogs and he apparently ran out of stuff to talk about. We actually get within about 20 yards of some hogs, as we see them well in advance because he had quieted down. I crack one in the head with the rifle and let my son know that we were able to get so close by being quiet. He gave a lot more thought to the lesson this time.
                    The two little ones still get fidgety and on one of our last trips, I let them get out of the blind and walk back to the cabin. Shortly after they had gone, a coyote comes out and I bust it with the .222 I had brought for my daughter.

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