Have you ever gone camping?

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!

Sometimes ya just gotta grin and bear it!

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There is an old saying; give em enough rope and they hang themselves.

Works for me!

I hate to be mean but the others are right; set the blowhard up. Example we are camping and Mr. know it all is being their normal narcissistic azz. You say ‘well gang there are ripe berries on that bank across the river. Im sure our expert here can show us how to cross a raging river with class 5 rapids with a log!” Then just sip you beer and silently laugh at the results.

The last time i encountered someone bragging about what a tremendous shot they were, i invited them to go shooting one day with me, so I could see for myself how good they were. I made it sound like I wanted to watch their technique so I could improve my own skills. The only time one of these liars took me up on my offer to go shooting, they showed up without a rifle! Their excuse? It's in the shop getting repaired. Apparently they only owned one rifle?

That just seems to be a human trait. I once knew a guy that told the tallest tales that anyone that had any experience could tell he was embellishing. They were so far fetched and unbelievable that I found them entertaining. But he wanted to fit in and be believed.So I never said a word. And you showed a lot of class by not calling him on it. That's the best way to handle something of this nature. Just look at it as entertainment and that way the trip or get together is not spoiled or ruined. You did well.

Well if you have a pair along, put on some waders, maybe they'll get the idea that it's getting too deep... if nothing else those who know that he's full of crap should get a good chuckle

My dad always said "the first liar never stands a chance". Every story he tells, have a better one and out-lie him.