Colorado rednecks are much more refined though. At least they were in the last century. I mean, my dad was a gunsmith for fark's sake, and still chose to bowhunt... recurve, not compound.
Then there was the time a brake line went out in the scout, he rolled it 5 times off the trail. When the dust settled, he couldn't get out of his seat because a broadhead had sliced through his shirt sleeve and into the dash and was holding him in the truck. That's a close shave, right there, I don't care where yer frum.
//pluged the brake line with .22 bullet... out of the casing (pulled out w/pliers), winched back to trail, drove home.
Did I mention I'm the first one in my family to graduate from college? Well, the only one.
Last edited by waterrockets; 02-18-13 at 02:51 PM.