not to highjack the bad outfitter thread, but got me thinking about the bad hunters, the one story with the Elle and bow hunter sure is one that sticks out. Certainly not asking the outfitters to share their horror stories, even though I know they likely have plenty, but other hunters who shared a camp with some.
I have a buddy who did outfitting for bear, he is one of those north wood no nonsense kind of guys that I appreciate, only talk when something needs to be said. He was driving his truck down the back roads and the hunter who wouldn't quit talking, yells at my buddy to stop, they both jump out of the truck, hunter bends down and says "doe, big doe likely 200 pounds", drive a bit further and again "stop", gets out looks at the tracks "buck track, looks like its walking with a limp", bit further down the road and all the while my buddy is biting his tongue "stop" hunter gets out "doe, lots of weight, likely pregnant"
a few more miles down the road, my buddy has just about heard enough of chatter, so on a straight away he picks up speed, slams on the brakes, skids sideways to a stop, gets out looking at the ground, hunter is asking what is it, what is it, my buddy looks up at him and says "Ford F150, likely an 89, Michelin tires, left front low on air"
they enjoyed a quiet ride the rest of the trip
I have a buddy who did outfitting for bear, he is one of those north wood no nonsense kind of guys that I appreciate, only talk when something needs to be said. He was driving his truck down the back roads and the hunter who wouldn't quit talking, yells at my buddy to stop, they both jump out of the truck, hunter bends down and says "doe, big doe likely 200 pounds", drive a bit further and again "stop", gets out looks at the tracks "buck track, looks like its walking with a limp", bit further down the road and all the while my buddy is biting his tongue "stop" hunter gets out "doe, lots of weight, likely pregnant"
a few more miles down the road, my buddy has just about heard enough of chatter, so on a straight away he picks up speed, slams on the brakes, skids sideways to a stop, gets out looking at the ground, hunter is asking what is it, what is it, my buddy looks up at him and says "Ford F150, likely an 89, Michelin tires, left front low on air"
they enjoyed a quiet ride the rest of the trip