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[Hauldren Collider]

Also, to clarify, you can get really close to the deer here without them running away. Headshots are very doable. Tricky, but quite possible.

[giblets]

Why do your friends have so much land? Spoiled rich brats

[Aeson]

I don't know what you're getting at gribbs... 5 acres doesn't even make a proper lawn.

[Aeson]

I really like the "used a X against a deer"... sounds like some very dangerous work is going on...

[Hauldren Collider]

I tell you those things are vicious. They literally rape cars. I mean LITERALLY.

[Aeson]

"I was out of crossbow bolts yet the deer were still there... threatening to attack... a sickening fear spread through my bowels like the gravy over croissants I had had for brunch... I fumbled in my pack looking for something useful against the coming onslaught, but alas, the Hollister hoodie I had stored there had an unsightly stain and I was wont to use it out of embarrassment ... I had almost given up hope but at the last moment my page ... who I had earlier sent ahead for help ... came rushing up with a .22. To this day I'm not sure how he procured such an item in the midst of battle, but perhaps one of the servants had smuggled it into their quarters for use against the rats that sometimes infest those rancid cellars. In any case I regained my wits and pumped all 15 rounds into the fell beast, or at least the general vicinity. It was bloody, at one point I descended into sheer maddened rage and almost forgot how to operate the pump action on the weapon. We fought for what seemed like hours, but to no avail. Eventually night set in and we retired to our respective camps, bloodied, broken, but alive. When dawn broke, the deer were nowhere to be seen, victory was mine! Yet sometimes it so happens... in the dusk... I think I see them there, glowering, and waiting until a time when they can once again challenge me for supremacy of these lands."

[Hauldren Collider]

"I was out of crossbow bolts yet the deer were still there

I don't think he ran out as in he used them all in one day, I think he meant like he was out and hadn't bothered to go buy more. But I'd have to ask him.

[Aeson]

I once had 3 deer accost me on a darkened and snowy road... a sharp S turn at that... I kept my wits about me and slalomed through them like a graceful polar bear who's lost their footing on the ice. The fates smiled upon me that day (night), and somehow I managed to escape unharmed.

[Aeson]

I should note, I was also out of crossbow bolts.

[Hauldren Collider]

You probably had a seal club with you though, right?

[Aeson]

I am not Canadese. I do however have a club stowed away in the glove box that could be used against seals if the need should ever arise, but it has many other uses and so I am hesitant to call it simply a seal club.

[Al B. Sure!]

My friends don't usually hunt deer with the .22's. Usually, just small birds on the ground or squirrels. I only have one friend who's used a .22 against a deer and it was because he ran out of crossbow bolts. If you hit them in the head you can take them down in one shot.

Also it was already illegal because he discharged a firearm on his property which is only 5 acres. So whatever.

That's funny because you said right here:

Although most of my friends who hunt hunt deer because they're ****ing everywhere and there's too many of them. In Virginia you have to have 20 acres to discharge a firearm (mainly for noise reasons) so crossbows and silenced .22's* are the weapons of choice.

[Al B. Sure!]

"I was out of crossbow bolts yet the deer were still there... threatening to attack... a sickening fear spread through my bowels like the gravy over croissants I had had for brunch... I fumbled in my pack looking for something useful against the coming onslaught, but alas, the Hollister hoodie I had stored there had an unsightly stain and I was wont to use it out of embarrassment ... I had almost given up hope but at the last moment my page ... who I had earlier sent ahead for help ... came rushing up with a .22. To this day I'm not sure how he procured such an item in the midst of battle, but perhaps one of the servants had smuggled it into their quarters for use against the rats that sometimes infest those rancid cellars. In any case I regained my wits and pumped all 15 rounds into the fell beast, or at least the general vicinity. It was bloody, at one point I descended into sheer maddened rage and almost forgot how to operate the pump action on the weapon. We fought for what seemed like hours, but to no avail. Eventually night set in and we retired to our respective camps, bloodied, broken, but alive. When dawn broke, the deer were nowhere to be seen, victory was mine! Yet sometimes it so happens... in the dusk... I think I see them there, glowering, and waiting until a time when they can once again challenge me for supremacy of these lands."

Well done, sir.


And 5 acres is a crapload! An entire football field (with endzones) is 1.32 acres. Holy ****. This dude's family got almost 4 entire football fields?!

They better have a god damned farm or something growing there with all that ****ing land.

[Asher]

They probably use the space to house The Help.

[Al B. Sure!]

They probably use the space to house The Help.

I'm sure you'll like this one... I didn't know Canadian football fields are bigger than American football fields. I guess everything is bigger in Canada