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The Crazy House hunt
A real hunting story about my Brother Doug
Doug and his friends had been hunting in the Ithica, NY area for 20 years or better before I got a chance to hunt with them one year and one of the hunts was near the mential hospital thus the name of this hunt.
In order to get into the woods without scaring the deer off because of the way the woods laid out they used to sneak across a fenced in cow pasture and had been doing it for 20 years at first light-it wasn't posted but then again they didn't hunt in the field so they just kept doing it.
On the day they took me it was John (I think) Doug-my other brother Macky and me.
As we walked across the pasture Macky split of to our left about 50 yards while we continued to the fence line. We all got to the fence line at the same time and John reached up and put his hand on it then jumped back with a short yelp.
Doug thought he grabbed a thorn and didn't make much of it as he grabbed the barbed wire with one hand and stepped over the fence-as his foot hit the ground on the other side both Doug and now Macky both realized that someone had electrified that fence-electric fences pulse-on-off-on off.
So here was Doug bouncing up and down with each pulse and Macky down the way had gotten his glove stuck on a piece of barbed wired jerking back and forth with each pulse trying to get unstuck.
Now for me it was like time dilation-I know it didn't last 10 seconds but for me it seemed like 10 minutes. And it started with a giggle that quickly intensified into what most people would have called a drug induced uncontroled fit of laughter, one where you can't breath can't gasp, tears rolling down your face, one hand grasping your side the other squeezing your dick to try to stop pissing yourself all the while rolling back and forth over a couple of cow pies.
Doug, now on the other side of the fence was hissing at me to shut up saying it wasn't that funny and complaining about all the noise I was making scaring the deer and waking the farmer up and all.
After 10 minutes or so I was able to gasp out that that damn farmer was doing the same thing I was doing except he was on the floor of his house while I was in the field.
The rest of the day was a blur as all I could do was giggle and fall over in laughing fits with Doug saying, "It wasn't that funny"
To this day I still roll on the floor and if Doug was alive he would still be saying it wasn't that funny---Sorry Doug it was that funny!
A real hunting story about my Brother Doug
Doug and his friends had been hunting in the Ithica, NY area for 20 years or better before I got a chance to hunt with them one year and one of the hunts was near the mential hospital thus the name of this hunt.
In order to get into the woods without scaring the deer off because of the way the woods laid out they used to sneak across a fenced in cow pasture and had been doing it for 20 years at first light-it wasn't posted but then again they didn't hunt in the field so they just kept doing it.
On the day they took me it was John (I think) Doug-my other brother Macky and me.
As we walked across the pasture Macky split of to our left about 50 yards while we continued to the fence line. We all got to the fence line at the same time and John reached up and put his hand on it then jumped back with a short yelp.
Doug thought he grabbed a thorn and didn't make much of it as he grabbed the barbed wire with one hand and stepped over the fence-as his foot hit the ground on the other side both Doug and now Macky both realized that someone had electrified that fence-electric fences pulse-on-off-on off.
So here was Doug bouncing up and down with each pulse and Macky down the way had gotten his glove stuck on a piece of barbed wired jerking back and forth with each pulse trying to get unstuck.
Now for me it was like time dilation-I know it didn't last 10 seconds but for me it seemed like 10 minutes. And it started with a giggle that quickly intensified into what most people would have called a drug induced uncontroled fit of laughter, one where you can't breath can't gasp, tears rolling down your face, one hand grasping your side the other squeezing your dick to try to stop pissing yourself all the while rolling back and forth over a couple of cow pies.
Doug, now on the other side of the fence was hissing at me to shut up saying it wasn't that funny and complaining about all the noise I was making scaring the deer and waking the farmer up and all.
After 10 minutes or so I was able to gasp out that that damn farmer was doing the same thing I was doing except he was on the floor of his house while I was in the field.
The rest of the day was a blur as all I could do was giggle and fall over in laughing fits with Doug saying, "It wasn't that funny"
To this day I still roll on the floor and if Doug was alive he would still be saying it wasn't that funny---Sorry Doug it was that funny!