I think it's terrible how people are always more interested to hear about someones misfortunes rather than their luck, but I can't help but tell my story anyways.
So, saturday finally comes around and I manage to get off early at work to make a hunt out at my friends place in Granger. I load up plenty of gear, guns and ammo expecting a daily limit hunt(x2). I arrive early and proceed to BS with friends near the old house out there. Well it didn't take but two minutes to realize that there was a serious mosquito problem goin' on. I proceed to saturate my clothing from head to toe with bug repelent(off in pump bottle) and proceed down to the tank. Wow, I felt like I was in a damn third world country ! They were bitin' my face, my neck, through my long sleeved shirt, through my hat and on my gun hand as I walked ! I continued to spray myself and the 'squitos down as they buzzed all around and it just seemed to piss em' all off more. I was swating at them with my hat taking out 2 to 4 at a time and they, just ,kept, on, coming. Anyhow, we managed to tough it out till' near sundown only to have my only 2 decent shots fly just at the perfect angle to fall right into the damn tank if I shot them(I know from last year). My buddy did manage to shoot one time and hit nothing and also found out that he had immediate swelling just about everyplace he got bit.
The next morning we somehow convinced ourselves that we needed to make one more go of it in case the birds were flying. I don't know if it was the whiskey thinking for us or the miller lite from the night before but needless to say it was even worse than the day before and we ended up with no birds and about a pint less blood in each of us. So I hope if nothing else my trip offered a moment of entertainment for all ya'll out there on the internets and made you feel a little better in case you didn't get to hunt last weekend.
So, saturday finally comes around and I manage to get off early at work to make a hunt out at my friends place in Granger. I load up plenty of gear, guns and ammo expecting a daily limit hunt(x2). I arrive early and proceed to BS with friends near the old house out there. Well it didn't take but two minutes to realize that there was a serious mosquito problem goin' on. I proceed to saturate my clothing from head to toe with bug repelent(off in pump bottle) and proceed down to the tank. Wow, I felt like I was in a damn third world country ! They were bitin' my face, my neck, through my long sleeved shirt, through my hat and on my gun hand as I walked ! I continued to spray myself and the 'squitos down as they buzzed all around and it just seemed to piss em' all off more. I was swating at them with my hat taking out 2 to 4 at a time and they, just ,kept, on, coming. Anyhow, we managed to tough it out till' near sundown only to have my only 2 decent shots fly just at the perfect angle to fall right into the damn tank if I shot them(I know from last year). My buddy did manage to shoot one time and hit nothing and also found out that he had immediate swelling just about everyplace he got bit.
The next morning we somehow convinced ourselves that we needed to make one more go of it in case the birds were flying. I don't know if it was the whiskey thinking for us or the miller lite from the night before but needless to say it was even worse than the day before and we ended up with no birds and about a pint less blood in each of us. So I hope if nothing else my trip offered a moment of entertainment for all ya'll out there on the internets and made you feel a little better in case you didn't get to hunt last weekend.
