okay guys here we go, I'll start it off and let's see where it goes    


Tis the night before Christmas,and all through the house not a creature was stiring not even a mouse. My stand hung by the chimney with care in the hopes that 7 reindeer would soon appear....................................          

...when up in the sky, what a sight to behold.  7 huge reindeer, antlers big and bold.  My camo was perfect, my movements did cease...

i was perfectly hidden by a beautiful wreath!

With bow in hand, I reach for my quiver...

only to find that all of my arrows had lost there feathers

when I did feel the north wind cause me to shiver...I looked all around in the direction of that thermal, low and behold, oh what a terrible sight, came strolling the green clad grinch with cross bow held tight.

...i peered through the wreath and winced at the sight as my arrow hurtled into the night..

...it stuck in the sleigh, Dr. Asbell was right. Those 190 grizzly's have incredible flight.  Of course Santa was mad, and he came charging in.  As I nocked my second arrow and drew back again...

   

You guys are getting coal in your camo stockings for these shenanigans!!!!!! Dont lie you know you all have camo stockings.  

You know how it sounds when tone deaf people try to sing?......      

 

with Santa approaching all red faced and hot, that Grinch tripped up Santa, he went down with plop.    The bow string drew back to my anchor point holding natural as can be...I saw that red-nosed Rudolf grazing at ease....in an instant the arrow was gone, no recollection of release.  I watched that lumenock arching so graceful in air, disappear into the Herd Bull's chest as he idled in neutral gear.  The arrow clattered to the sidewalk, a full pass through....the confused herd of reindeer bolted off, lead by a leaky leader spouting red egg nog in hefty spurts from two sides.....I knew the tracking job would be short, the blood trail was awesome and already the red nose was starting to blink.

The Grinch gave a wink, the fat man regained feet, he watched his rig stampeed off unattended into the night.  The Grinch shouted "fresh backstraps yum-yum, he gave me a "high Five", then he said too bad for the lunenock, Pope and Young won't qualify....  

but the red nose kept going, not slowing a bit.

I began to question my shot, could it be just a superficial hit?

"My shot was right behind the shoulder, I watched it go in.."

but Santa just laughed and said with a grin

You can't kill ol' Rudaulf, you silly little man

He's magic you see, sorta like Peter Pan....

But seeing I needed more time to go hunting this year,
Ol' Santa said, "Only a man who shoots at Rundolf would be a man that still has a tag to fill I fear.
So, since you've been a good boy up until you drilled my lead reindeer,
I'm going to send you off to Alaska to hunt them proper and with all the right gear!....

*****Everyone loves a happy ending...That trip to Alaska is just what was on my Christmas list this year, "Thank you" Santa*******

awwwh come on! the campfire hunting on another site has hundreds of posts. You can't end this THAT easily!  

...so, I hurried inside the house and unstrung my bow;
turned on the Outdoor Channel and got into the flow!

As I watched a hunter stalking within bow range on a big velveted bull reindeer;
I got a little excited to think this would be me, so I got out the eggnog and had some "good cheer".....

I heard a thund on the old tin roof and to my surprise Ron LaClair came down the chimney in a poof wearing nothing but a loin cloth and a pair of shiny north woods boots!

That's a "visual" I didn't need this season  

...I grabbed him a beer as he pulled up a chair, we plotted a stalk that would drop us a deer.  As we discussed if it should be Donner, Blitzen, or Cupid.  Santa made his own plan, that fella ain't stupid...