myfriendis410
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So the base F&G office trapped a hog (150 lb. boar) on the golf course and shot it in the head. They called me to see if I wanted it. I said no, but I would be happy to skin it and hang it in the cooler and if they couldn't find someone by next week I'd tag it. As it happened I found out the NCOA (non-commissioned officers association) would take it for an official function. Cool. I'll deal with it and they can pick it up from the club next week.
My hunting partner came out and helped, and two of the other fish cops wanted to see how to gut/skin a hog. We jumped on it and got it peeled and hanging outside the hut, rinsed it off and I went in to help clean up the mess. On the pan is the head and hide and whatever other little tender nuggets that came out of the hog, like his nuts, some feces, a few juicy blood clots etc. I rolled the can over to the pan, picked up the head and tossed it in the can. Part of the hide had been rolled over the top of the head and when I dropped it in the can, the hide flipped down the outside of the trash can. The head had by now gained a respectable downward velocity as it's heading toward the bottom of the can. The hide dragged up the side of the can and when it cleared the lip it whipped around like Hell's own bullwhip--spraying blood and goo ALL OVER EVERY EFFING THING IN THE ROOM, INCLUDING ME!!!!!!!!! One second I'm dropping a head in the trash, the next I'm COVERED in blood. I mean: dripping-off-my-nose-in-my-ear-all-over-my-hair-my-glasses-up-my-nose-in-my-mouth-in-my-mustache-covered-in-blood. Steve was just coming out of the cooler and I said: "Hey, Steve; look!" He turned around and I would have killed to have had a picture of the look on his face. It was (almost) worth it.
There was blood in my day pack, my butcher kit, my box of gloves, on my crock stick, on the light fixture eight feet over me! Not ONE drop hit Steve. So I got a cold shower and had to wash every single item on the table, then wash the table. We had to mop the support frame for the winch. The floor and the side of the cooler. You get the idea.
What an idiot.:lol bashing sign:
My hunting partner came out and helped, and two of the other fish cops wanted to see how to gut/skin a hog. We jumped on it and got it peeled and hanging outside the hut, rinsed it off and I went in to help clean up the mess. On the pan is the head and hide and whatever other little tender nuggets that came out of the hog, like his nuts, some feces, a few juicy blood clots etc. I rolled the can over to the pan, picked up the head and tossed it in the can. Part of the hide had been rolled over the top of the head and when I dropped it in the can, the hide flipped down the outside of the trash can. The head had by now gained a respectable downward velocity as it's heading toward the bottom of the can. The hide dragged up the side of the can and when it cleared the lip it whipped around like Hell's own bullwhip--spraying blood and goo ALL OVER EVERY EFFING THING IN THE ROOM, INCLUDING ME!!!!!!!!! One second I'm dropping a head in the trash, the next I'm COVERED in blood. I mean: dripping-off-my-nose-in-my-ear-all-over-my-hair-my-glasses-up-my-nose-in-my-mouth-in-my-mustache-covered-in-blood. Steve was just coming out of the cooler and I said: "Hey, Steve; look!" He turned around and I would have killed to have had a picture of the look on his face. It was (almost) worth it.
There was blood in my day pack, my butcher kit, my box of gloves, on my crock stick, on the light fixture eight feet over me! Not ONE drop hit Steve. So I got a cold shower and had to wash every single item on the table, then wash the table. We had to mop the support frame for the winch. The floor and the side of the cooler. You get the idea.
What an idiot.:lol bashing sign:
