Members;
In the spring of 1997, my son & I went skiing at Vail/Beaver Creek. At the time, both of us were professional ski instructors. We arrived in the afternoon at Beaver Creek, got checked in & I wandered around some. Asked a guy at the base lift if he knew where the ski school was. He came over & asked me if I wanted a lesson. By the time he finished speaking, I knew he was drunk. He proceeded to tell me that I didn't need to go to the ski school, as he could do the job at half the price. And I'd get the best gaw-dam lesson I'd ever had. Told him nope, wasn't looking for a lesson & left.
The next day, my son & I rode up the lift with him & his girl friend. I knew to avoid the skiing subject, so started talking about the elk hunting around there. Come to find out he hunted elk with a .44 magnum pistol, AND he was a master reloader. He took an' drilled a hole in the tip of his own lead cast bullets. Just the right size to put a .22 round in base up, but with the rim outside the hole. So's when you hit the bone on an elk, it'd fire the .22 back into the .44 bullet & explode it. Make a hole on the other side of the elk big as a bowling ball.
We got to the top & unloaded & made damn sure we skied in another direction than the two of them went.
Your turn.
900F
Edited by CB900F