Tactical Duck Hunting

[gila-river]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

[Bootlipkiller]

Wow!

[capt1972]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

You said you wouldn't tell!

[Olly]

Invite that guy here ASAP!

[The Duck Hammer]

I don't know how you held it together and didn't laugh at him.

[capt1972]

:lol:

I don't know how you held it together and didn't laugh at him.

god dammit its not funny

[Bootlipkiller]

Was it juice box?

[capt1972]

I was worried about illegal mesicans out in the desert

[Bufflehead]

[gila-river]

Invite that guy here ASAP!

.

I might still have his e-mail. The local forum has long since disbanded.

[The Duck Hammer]

:lol:

I don't know how you held it together and didn't laugh at him.

god dammit its not funny

It sad as all get out, but at the same time it is.

[gila-river]

:lol:

I don't know how you held it together and didn't laugh at him.

I was afraid of having a black bag thrown over my head and being thrown in a van and waking up in a bunker tied to a chair for interrogation!

[FlintRiverFowler]

Idk if I coulda done it. This past season one of my friends brought a friend of his hunting with us. After we got to the spot and the sun came up I noticed this guy was decked the hell out in all drake old school camo. I'm talking waders, jacket, blind bag, gun case, hat, undershirt. Everything. Looked like a total idiot.
So the whole time during the hunt I'm sitting there thinking of how to hide him when we get back to the boat ramp so nobody would see bc i hunt there a lot. Or trying to prolong the hunt so every body was gone when we got there. I

[gila-river]

I know,I know. I regret not getting any to this day.

[gila-river]

Idk if I coulda done it. This past season one of my friends brought a friend of his hunting with us. After we got to the spot and the sun came up I noticed this guy was decked the hell out in all drake old school camo. I'm talking waders, jacket, blind bag, gun case, hat, undershirt. Everything. Looked like a total idiot.
So the whole time during the hunt I'm sitting there thinking of how to hide him when we get back to the boat ramp so nobody would see bc i hunt there a lot. Or trying to prolong the hunt so every body was gone when we got there. I

Price tag still hanging off the waders?

I got a metric ton of shit for that once!

[Bufflehead]

Idk if I coulda done it. This past season one of my friends brought a friend of his hunting with us. After we got to the spot and the sun came up I noticed this guy was decked the hell out in all drake old school camo. I'm talking waders, jacket, blind bag, gun case, hat, undershirt. Everything. Looked like a total idiot.
So the whole time during the hunt I'm sitting there thinking of how to hide him when we get back to the boat ramp so nobody would see bc i hunt there a lot. Or trying to prolong the hunt so every body was gone when we got there. I

Hunting with Olly is that bad?

[FlintRiverFowler]

Idk if I coulda done it. This past season one of my friends brought a friend of his hunting with us. After we got to the spot and the sun came up I noticed this guy was decked the hell out in all drake old school camo. I'm talking waders, jacket, blind bag, gun case, hat, undershirt. Everything. Looked like a total idiot.
So the whole time during the hunt I'm sitting there thinking of how to hide him when we get back to the boat ramp so nobody would see bc i hunt there a lot. Or trying to prolong the hunt so every body was gone when we got there. I

Price tag still hanging off the waders?

I got a metric ton of shit for that once!

No tag but the had some good creases in them from being fresh out the box.

[capt1972]

[FlintRiverFowler]

Who doesn't take a samurai sword duck hunting?

[capt1972]

Who doesn't take a samurai sword duck hunting?

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[RonE]

Sounds like you met a genuine "Mall Ninja".

[DeadEye_Dan]

You win.
I thought I had it bad when the guy pulled a bayonet to go on a deer drive.

[rebelp74]

Some people

[Redbeard]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

keep telling stories like this and you're a shoe in for the WCH

[QH's Paw]

Was it juice box?

Damn Boot, that was my exact first thought too.

[jehler]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

i read this when you first posted, I shook my head and wondered what the hell is wrong with people, now, after thinking on it all day, I'm wishing I could afford to outfit myself like that just for meeting people from the forums

[Redbeard]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

i read this when you first posted, I shook my head and wondered what the hell is wrong with people, now, after thinking on it all day, I'm wishing I could afford to outfit myself like that just for meeting people from the forums

there are cheaper outfits you can throw together at home that could be just as disturbing

[jehler]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

i read this when you first posted, I shook my head and wondered what the hell is wrong with people, now, after thinking on it all day, I'm wishing I could afford to outfit myself like that just for meeting people from the forums

there are cheaper outfits you can throw together at home that could be just as disturbing

yeah, but I think I could really pull off the tactical stuff, I'm 5'7 and fat

[gila-river]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

i read this when you first posted, I shook my head and wondered what the hell is wrong with people, now, after thinking on it all day, I'm wishing I could afford to outfit myself like that just for meeting people from the forums

Maybe he was the troll of all trolls. Now you have me wondering if I was duck hunter catfished.

[gila-river]

I had recently moved to AZ and had been shooting the shit with a guy on a local forum. Turns out we lived in roughly the same area. He seemed like a normal enough guy and we agreed to meet up for a hunt. I was gonna take him along to some of the farm sumps I had permission at in exchange for a little info on some public land hunting. I pulled into the circle K parking lot one Saturday morning and waited for him to show up. Right on time an all black blazer with limo tint rolls up and parks next to me and out of the driver seat hops Rambo's semi-retarded little brother. We shook hands and introduced ourselves all the while I am giving this guy the once over Black bandanna tied around his forehead, a smudge of facepaint under each eye football player style, a black tactical vest loaded down with no less than 2 fixed blade knives and 1 gigantic folder, 2 flashlights lashed to the vest and a pen light in 1 of the pockets, I have no idea what else was in all the other pockets of the vest but they were all bulging. A full bandoleer of carefully placed 3.5 inch shells slung over his shoulder. On his belt was a black handled bowie knife that had to be 2 foot long as well as a very nice 1911, and beneath that GI digital camo cargo pants tucked into calf height tightly laced combat boots. I will stop here to say I do not have all the latest and greatest Duck hunting Camo or gear but this guy was over the top. He was ready for full fledged urban warfare. I decided we would take my truck and he says ok let me grab my gun. Out comes what was no longer recognizably a Remington 870, collapsible butt stock, desert tan cerakote, a red dot site, a quad rail over the forearm with a laser flashlight and fixed blade bayonet attached, a muzzle brake with breaching spikes on the end and probably a 20in barrel. My first question to him was do you have a plug in? ya it only holds 3 he says. fast forward to the hunting we had two small flocks of widgeon come in. I ended up with 3 and he couldn't shoot worth a shit. Nothing crazy happened and he was a normal enough guy to talk to but I just couldn't get over his getup.

i read this when you first posted, I shook my head and wondered what the hell is wrong with people, now, after thinking on it all day, I'm wishing I could afford to outfit myself like that just for meeting people from the forums

there are cheaper outfits you can throw together at home that could be just as disturbing

I don't know a much about tactical gear. But this all looked like top of the line stuff.