and run into someone who must ben an answerer in the hunting section here? this guy (who was the boyfriend of one of my freinds) INSISTED that he & his brother are huge hunters and they shoot black bear with an SKS, and have taken at least 15 in the past 7 years in california, including one that was 300 yards up a tree and weighed 800 lbs (california black bear record weight was under 700 lbs, back in the 1930's). BTW, these were all shot right behind the ear. My buddy, and his lifelong friend are all avid experianced hunters, and just kept looking at each other and tried not to laugh. The best part is the dude KNOWS that we are avid experianced hunters...
SO, in a situation like this, in mixed company with about 15 people (including a few kids) around a campfire, how do you deal with someone who is so obviously full of feces that its dribbling out of his ears onto his shoulders?
2010-06-20T22:22:35Z
@ middletown: yeah, you have me by a few years, but its close. this little snot was about 20-25, and just a complete idiot. i could sort of tell that he was tyring to impress us in a 'i wanna fit in' kinda way, so i just let it go with a 'Wow... Really?"
2010-06-20T22:27:33Z
@ reb: NICE!
@ ballistic: thats a great idea. next time....
?2010-06-20T22:25:34Z
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I would of said "So when you shot the bear did you use fairy dust or use a flute to gather gnomes to help you carry it to your truck?"
As hard as it may be, with kids and everyone around I'd just smile and nod, then bring it up later with your buddy with them within earshot. If you confront them on the spot, they would most likely become very in-dignified and ruin the fun for everyone. Obviously they are already full of $hit so furthering it could be bad. You could do it in a subtle way and ask your buddy across the campfire "hey, what is the record on black bears?" Or even play along with "wow, you guys must be good to be able to do that with an SKS, most hunters wouldn't touch one". It's not direct but will at least let them know you realize they're full of it. I've ran across a few of them have gotten pretty good at telling them they're amazing and full of crap at the same time.
First I would ask how many times did he have to shoot the bear behind the ear before it fell out of the tree, and then point out that the 30-30 is a far more powerful round than the 7.62x39 round which drives a 123 grain bullet at a little over 2100 feet per second, where as the 30-30 drives a 150 grain bullet at 2200 feet per second,and point out that is a tall tree in his tall fairy tale and people who use those type of rifles for hunting probably wound more game than the drop in there tracks
Yes, as a matter of a fact I have been trying to get my bf to go, he is a city man through and through, but I was raised in the semi-country, and my parents and I used to go camping when I was younger. I'm not going force him though. As far as teachers and classmates, that would be ok, more like summer camp only shorter.
I can't go camping any longer but when I did, never ran into this kind of jerk. Of course, that likely was because all I took was a canoe and a tent and a sleeping-bag, first-aid kit, some food, BIG bag of cameras and film, a very small friend of the delightfully-female variety... and my .43 Mauser carbine (Spandau, 1876) because we still have critters around here that will EAT you if they get the chance. It doesn't really matter about me, but she was MUCH too nice to be eaten.
The ones I run into are the super-hunters with their backward-expanding bullets (to hide the fact that they shot the deer up the anus), the 'vortex effect' boys, the super-snipers with their 900-yard one-shot kills with their .243s and the guys with their shiny-new .308s who think that my century-old .303 is an obsolete piece of crap and never lay off reminding me. (In fact, they are ballistic twins with a 150 and I can cycle my old SMLE almost 3 times as fast as they can reload their Remchesters.) And to most of those I have no effective come-back, simply because this kind of jerk just is too thick-skinned (or possibly thick-skulled) to compare notes and let everything degenerate into a slanging match with the letter "F" in prominent display.
But I do remember fondly a girl I once knew who was much smarter than the average bear. Her tactic for dealing with 'heroes' of all makes was to hang with breathless anticipation on their every word, quietly repeating, "Ohhhh, I'm impressed!" and then, when the hero-dude puffed up his chest to truly epic proportions, she would say, "Oh, I'm just completely underwhelmed!"
And believe it or not, some of them never did catch on!