Anonymous 12/20/14(Sat)02:05:38 No.24027815 Alright gunfuckers, here's one that happened a few summers ago. >Live out near Texarkana >Parents have farm with a few cows, horses, and too many chikuns to

Anonymous 12/20/14(Sat)02:05:38 No.24027815
Alright gunfuckers, here's one that happened a few summers ago.
>Live out near Texarkana
>Parents have farm with a few cows, horses, and too many chikuns to count
>Farm sits on the boundary between woods and plains, trees are sparse but thicken up like crazy toward back of property
>Parents gone to Corpus Christi for vacation, so of course I have to take care of all the animals
>Tack the heat wave passing through on to that, and it's basically constant care making sure they're watered
>Closest friends are outtatown for the week
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>Farm is about twenty miles outside city limits, so can rule getting my dick wet out of the roster of activities
time up between feeding aminals and sighting in my new SIG 556 got for graduation
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>Wake up one morning, one of our older horses had died.
>She had plenty of water, but the heat must've just been too much for her, poor git
>I phone dad, he tells me to to Neighbor Frank а few miles down the road, he has a backhoe.
to Frank, tell him my situation. He follows me back home with the thing and fills me in on how to operate, not too different from a tractor so set
>Tells me he'll be back the next morning for the backhoe
>Set to work digging grave, fil it in, offer a moment of silence, shed a manly tear
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>Turn the backhoe back on and chugalug to the back of the property
>30+ acres and not a single berm for shooting? Madness!
>don't bother telling parents because they wouldn't give a fuck
>Start digging а berm, leave the trench forest-side.
>Suddenly smell this dank, shitty odor
>Panic and think hit a sewer line
>I'mgonnagetit gif
>hop down out of cab and search the trench for busted pipe, none to be found
>Suddenly feel uneasy, feeling of being watched
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>Chalk it up to dead horse and residual guilt, but still tactically back to backhoe
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>chugalug back to farm, turn it off and head inside
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>get up early next morning, make a big country breakfast and out to feed some MOTHERFUCKIN' CRITTERS
out to the routine, but with one less chunk of hay on the wheelbarrow
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>suddenly waft a most unpleasant vapour
>that smelly smell from yesterday, mixed with rot
>head out on a hunch to where buried Empress
>stagger and nearly puke
>the grave's been robbed
>her head has been placed, emphasis on PLACED, upright near a large-ish hole in the ground
>Tongue has been ripped out, eyelids gone, an eye's been popped, her cheeks and neck look chewed-on. Maggots crawling around the wounds. Vitreous humor dry and crusty running down one cheek
>Seen dead animals and scavenging before, this trumps all in my book. Plus, loved that horse so this is disturbing on a number of levels
>hear squealing sound behind me, brick my shorts.
Neighbor Frank
>He asks why look so pale, tell him coyotes dug up the horse. (bullshit. dug that grave at least seven feet deep)
>he nods and leaves with backhoe, play car-shuffie again to get him back to his truck
>Get home, carefully tip Empress' head back down the grave with a shovel and rebury her.
>90 into garage, slop some coyote urine around grave to keep the fuckers away (it pays to have a family as into hunting as mine)
>Fast forward to that afternoon.
>Head out on four-wheeler with a few targets, my SIG and my moist nugget (trashy? yes. Cheap? Also yes) for a ttle
to set up targets, realize didn't bring anything to actually set them up on. Punch self.
into trees to grab some sticks
approach, get the same feeling as the day before. into trees, grab some suitable sticks, and the nope-scoot back to my site
>whittle sticks into stakes, makeshift a few targets into side of berm, get my SIG calibrated to within acceptable parameters and Operate on the clean target for a few minutes with the nugget.
>Айег a while, realze it's getting dark.
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Anonymous 12/20/14(Sat)02:45:14 No.24027998
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the beer there any good?
believe it or not, wasn't really into underage drinking.
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Continuing
>decide to take targets and shit down, clean up my brass and head back
>LeaveNoTrace.bsa
>as taking the targets down, the afternoon breeze shifts and suddenly stank
>hear movement from other side of berm and nearly NOPE a small but sturdy wall in my pants
>decide not to be a pussy, grab my SIG and climb the berm to have a little peek
>See medium-sized black shape huddled down in the trench
>aren'tyoucute jpg
>figure i's a black bear cub or something (they're more common than most folks realize) and back away slowly in case Mama's nearby
>clumsy hamhand accidentally a shower of dirt onto the "cub."
>It looks up at me.
>That's по cub.mp4
just say that while not the original badass, "creepy" or images and shit don't frighten me that easily. Shit, when I was little one of my favorite pets was an older Welsh pony with no eyes (her eyeholes were, in fact, sewn over and sunken-in. She
made one of my friends cry just looking at him).
>that being said, this thing was on a completely other level, spectrum, and set of physics from that sweet old pony.
>Best way can describe it is comparing it to pic related: jaw was a bit thinner, eyes were beadier and darker, and the nose was more sunken-back, but the rest of the details are pretty close. Same drooly mouth, same slack-jawed same snargly-ass teef.
>At this point, my brain made an executive order to re-examine my previous decisions. Fuck the targets, fuck the brass, fuck the scouts, fuck not being a pussy, and FUCK SLOW-GOING
tactically back to the ATV, spent of a second making sure my guns are stowed securely and GUN THAT SHIT back to the Garage
cont.
Anonymous 12/20/14(Sat)03:27:16 No.24028196 >>24028453
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with a good 8 acres between me and the Fuckbeast of Pellucidar realize that have a sworn duty to protect my farm. already let one of my charges die under my
watch.
time to nut up or shut up
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>Grab my dad's tac-vest (have to cinch it a litle tight) and his load up with three mags loaded with 5.56 NATO, зар the third into my SIG and sling my new
gun over my shoulder
nugget takes mags, so put one in with five to spare on my vest and shouldered that bad boy
>Fuck me, even slipped a knife info my boot
>There are floodiights strung up about the farm for entertaining or night work, switches are in the garage and
>goforhighground jpg
>I tactically through the house to the balcony and get ready for war
>Not a moment too soon, start hearing squawks and gurgles and stil get the jibblies to this day LAUGHTER coming from the chicken pen
>fuck this,
slam every switch and light up the farmyard like Rockefeller Square on Christmas
>there it is, standing in the pen like pic related
body was shaped like a fucking koosh Бай, all matte black fur
>Arms and legs were thin, but looked powerful and wiry.
>It was holding one of the hens with its head torn off, and staring straight at me
>И was obviously а male of whatever-the-fuck species it was, and there was fucking BLOOD hanging off its shitty beastcock
unslung my SIG and magdumped, not worrying about hitting anything, trying to hit that black cottonball on
remember thinking "I hope blow your shitty cock off, you piece of slime" (yes, the words my brain used were ‘piece of
>I scored at least five or six good THWUCKs, my target being only about 50 yards downrange.
>И moved the entire time, puffs of fur flying off of it
ejected the mag, slapped a new one in, and took aim again. I'll never forget the look it gave me, framed that green sight.
>it almost said "are you done?"
cont.
Anonymous 12/20/14(Sat)03:36:38 No.24028240
>>24028196
squeezed off a final shot at its fucking mouth
>I hit it. KNOW HIT IT
>1 remember it almost in slow-motion, the PUFF of fucking saliva and shit as my 5.56 NATO round introduced itself to its face at 3000
>The thing started WHEEZING
>Like a rusty gate being swung back and forth, that kind of sound,
>It dropped the hen and stepped over the chicken fence
swear to fuck that this thing has either retractible legs, or its body is mostly puffy fur, because when it stepped over the fence, that leg almost DISAPPEARED.
>I wasn't gonna let it run ами
>MAG DUMP 2: THE REDUMPENING
>I didn't score any hits though.
>Once it was over that fence, it dropped to all fours and scuttled off like some giant spider back to the crack in Satan's couch, all while wheezing that noise.
stayed up all that night, waiting for it to come back
>fed the animals with my SIG over my shoulder, went to sleep, repeated the process until my parents came home.
>Never saw the chickenfucking shitweasel again.
So, what's your take?