Dumbass here. Read the following and you may agree.
I spent several seasons bow hunting the Heppner and Ukiah units in Eastern Oregon and my partners and I had a standing bet if one of us was able to touch a wild cow, the other would buy lunch. A few of the "stalks" were pretty intense... a couple cows bedded down in the sun and my buddy and I spent a good hour belly crawling up to them. At some point, I grabbed his ankle and was twisting it because he was ahead of me and somehow that convinced him to wait for me. Finally we closed the distance to about ten yards but we were out of cover and we were kind of stuck down behind a log. Barely able to contain our laughter, we decided to jump up and rush them. In an instant cloud of dust the closest cow peeled right and I gave up almost right away since its direction favored RV. He was in a full on sprint and about a foot from the cow's tail when he over ran himself and ended up (or down in this case) rolling into a ball before ultimately splaying out in the dirt... again still laughing.
About the second year down there I had an epiphany as we were driving home at the end of the evening. I yelled for him to stop the truck and I put a spotlight on a cow standing just off the road. The cow stood there transfixed in the light and almost looked like its eyes were crossed. I quietly slipped out of the truck, started running and tried to jump on the cow's head. Definitely not the smartest thing I have ever done by the way.
As I was in mid air I let out this semi-roar like a bear and at maybe a foot from landing a full body hug on this cow's face it figured out something was definitely wrong and it started to spin. I basically glanced off the side of its head and abruptly fell to the ground.
I am sure a rancher would have shot me had he seen these hijinx but I did get lunch the next day and managed to avoid being trampled or kicked. I have some pictures of this somewhere but that would take some digging.
I am serious when hunting, just not ALL the time.
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In the legend of King Arthur, the Fisher King was a renowned angler whose errant ways caused him to be struck dumb in the presence of the sacred chalice. I am no great fisherman, and a steelhead is not the covenant of Christ, but with each of these fish I am rendered speechless.