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A. Talk about a small world. I met your mate last week whilst Rabbiting up the hills, he was halfway through this wonderful technique and to tell you the truth I thought he was being a tool given the already high fire danger. Anyways, after saying howdy with my size 11's, I doused your mate with petrol and shoved some newspaper up his arse to act as a wick. Right about then seemed like a good time for a smoke...your mate won't be doing that trick again, screamed like a sheila too.
Q. Dick, I hear a
lot of conflicting opinions on what is causing global warming and it's
effects on the planet. You're a student of nature, what do you think is
going on here.
A. Well, it's pretty
simple really. At no time in history have there been so many politicians,
the sheer amount of shit and greenhouse gases that these vermin produce
has never been equalled. Not even the dinosaurs went close. If we are
serious about tackling global warming then the answers are
obvious...forget Kyoto, forget bullshit carbon trading or taxing. The
answer my friends is to piss off most of the politicians. Knock em on the
head and plant them in the garden, the planet will thank you.
Q. Dick, my grandpa gave me an
old octagonal barrelled Winchester 92 recently chambered in .25-20 WCF,
the barrel is pitted badly but the rest of the rifle is OK. I'm thinking
of having it rebarreled and chambered for .218 Bee, what do you think of
this upgrade?
A. I think the .218 is not obscure enough for an
old clunker, chances are you could have it rebarreled and chambered at
great expense and still run the risk of having ammunition available at one
or two gunshops in Australia. That would devalue the rifle's worth in the
eyes of any serious clunker collector. If it was me, I'd shove that rifle
right up pop's arse.
Q. Uncle Dick, my mate and I
have really caught the single shot bug and have decided to replace all our
bolt action rifles with Ruger No 1's. You've hunted with most things that
go bang, what would be your most important bit of advice to a couple of
shooting connoisseurs like us.
A. If it's got teeth or horns...don't miss. It
would also be a good idea for you and your mate to buy a safari suit or
two...it let's other shooters know that you're a connoisseur, especially
if you wear knee high socks too.
A. It isn't rocket science you know, the synthetic stock feels plasticcy cause it's made from plastic. About the only time I've felt warmth from wood is when I've stoked the campfire. I bet you thought the wood-grained panels on the Brady Bunch station wagon were cool too.
Q. Uncle Dick, why is it that when you ask a bunch of supposedly experienced hunters what is an adequate caliber for say Buffalo or Sambar, you always get a range of cartridges from cannons to pea shooters recommended.
A. The same reason that blokes with small dicks still manage to have kids. It's all to do with how you use it.
Q. Hey Uncle Dick,
I've been told that to get the best from my shooting, I should try to be
as relaxed as possible. So what does a bloke in a highly stressed job like
you do to relax.
A. I like to roll a smoke
while my barrel is cooling and crack my knuckles. If I haven't got time, I
make do with grinding my teeth, the camomile tea just isn't cutting it
these days.
Q.
Dick, I've been having a running argument with a
couple of my shooting mates about the ethics of shooting game at long
range. I reckon if an animal is more than 150m away, you should get in
closer to ensure a humane shot. What do you think of these clowns shooting
game at 400m and 500m?
A. It is a common mistake to attribute your own
level of incompetence to others. From what I've seen, anything over 50m is
long range varminting to some blokes, whilst others drop stuff at 300m
without thinking about it. It's a bit like the old bloke with the hat
driving his fawn coloured Volvo at a staggering 85 km/h on the freeway. He
is living on the ragged edge...but it is not something I aspire to. To me,
anything this side of 150m is an execution and hardly ethical.
Q.
Uncle Dick, A very experienced big game hunter I
know warned me of the dangers of approaching downed game. He reckons what
he does is put his finger up the bum of the downed beast, whilst holding
his rifle in the other hand and watches for a reaction. Sounds a bit funny
to me?
A. I don't think much of that method at all, and
here's why. Imagine if your mate sticks his finger up the arse of the
beastie and the animal cracks a sly smile...or heaven forbid, lets out a
mournful groan! I've seen some weird shit in the hills, no doubt largely
due to blokes like your experienced mate with the smelly finger.
Shoot straight you bastards!
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