Many years ago, my uncle, just home from the war, was out with his dad, and his brother, deer hunting. They had a moose licence, and at that time the deer licence was also good for bear, so they were covered.
My uncle, sitting on an old stump, decides he should have visited the outhouse before he left camp. So, he looks around, and finds a convenient log to drape his butt over, drops his drawers, and has at it.
Crash, crash the biggest blackest animal he has ever seen breaks out of the bush, and heads straight for him. (yearling moose). The old SMLE is just out of reach. He stands up, grabs the rifle, soils his pants, and shoots said moose end to end with surplus hardball.
This took place two miles from the nearest road, and well before the advent of the ATV. So sweat it was.
Needless to say, Gramps, and my other uncle never let him live it down. I listened to that story being told at deer camp every year forever. Sadly, I will never hear it told again, as my uncle passed away last year, and his brother, and father preceeded him.
Anyone else with some oldie but goodies?
