Nice work alwaysWRIGHT! For some reason I had a good laugh picturing Bear stumbling upon a bunch of banjo playing rednecks. What would you do? I’d pull up a stump, start singin’ and crack a few beers.
10.) from jimyoumook: are you really nuts or is that just a character you play on tv
9.) from kkok: Do you practice drinking your own piss at home?
8.) from Longbow83: How many steps did it take for you to scale Mount Everest?
7.) from Augustheat: So, have you ever crapped your pants on the show? You know like when you thought the grubs you ate gave you some bad gas and you accidentally sharted...happened to me once after some bad burritos following a Motley Crue concert back in 93...you know what I'm sayin'...Bear...Bear... anyone see where he went? Hello...anyone...Hello....
I’m back! Between attending SHOT in Las Vegas and filming our final episode for Season Three, it’s been a crazy few weeks. The report: four very constructive days of meetings, five crazy nights hanging out with old and new friends, one sick day and I only gambled 20-125 dollars (give or take a few)! That’s purdy doggone good if you ask me. All-in-all it was a great trip but, after six days, I was very happy to get the heck out of there. And for our final hunt of Season Three… Check the Gun It Facebook page and you’ll see!
While at SHOT, the great people at Outdoor Life asked me to conduct, as you can clearly tell, my first major interview. It was with the one and only, Mr. Will Eat Just About Anything, Bear Grylls. I started off a little shaky, forgot what I was doing somewhere in the middle, and ended it in a state of awkwardness. That’s damn near perfect. Now that I have this first experience under my belt and a better understanding of how these things work, bring on the next one!
This week we're doing something a little different with the blog. Bear Grylls was at SHOT Show last week to promote his Ultimate Knife and he gave us some time for an interview. But instead of asking him the standard "what's the grossest thing you've ever eaten" questions, we decided to turn Benny Spies loose on Bear.
What follows is 14 minutes of the most awkward interview to ever run on this website (in Benny's defense, this was the first interview he's done in his life).
As Bear's security guards, agent and fans hovered around the periphery, Benny rattled off razor-sharp questions like: "Have you ever come across an all female nudist colony?" "What kind of bear do you consider yourself?" and "If we dropped you off somewhere on the moon could you get back home?"
See the interview for yourself, in all its unedited glory.
Most of our hunting seasons have closed, are closing or are still in full swing, lucky for you. By now I can pretty much guarantee that most of the wardens have heard their fair share of classic excuses. Every time I’m checked--knowing that I’m legal--as he begins checking my gun and asking questions, I still get that nervous feeling.
I think to myself, “What did I forget to do?” Why do we get this feeling? It’s the same when we get pulled over by the police or when we got caught with our hand in the cookie jar. Most likely, there’s an excuse of some sort that follows.
Have you ever jumped out of bed at the crack of 3 a.m. to make 100% sure you were early enough to set decoys and hop in the pit, before the birds flew, only to have them start the day’s flight at 4 p.m. as you sat all day impatiently waiting? I have, many times, because it seems the birds finally fly at the exact moment that I decide to jump out of the pit to go grab a bite or something.
Remember the episode in Season One where we had the bet between pits of who would shoot the most geese? This is exactly what happened that day. We woke up super early, set up the decoys and waited… and waited… until around 4 p.m. We had some half-frozen Diet Mountain Dew, three frozen waters, and one two-year-old nut roll to split between six guys. Tough day!
Bigfoot, Loch Ness, mermaids, unicorns and dragons... I’ve never seen any of these creatures, and I’ve covered a lot of ground in my day. I’ve even been lost without a camera a few times. You’d think that would have been the perfect time to run into one of these! But, "Nope!", Chuck Testa’d. I’m not lucky enough. Question is what would a guy do? Shoot it? Probably.
There are a ton of myths out there, including whatever always swallows up that missing sock. I have no idea. And Da Turdy Point Buck--where’s he livin’? I definitely haven’t seen him and if I did, what would I do? Miss, most likely.
So, Happy New Year everyone! Let’s hear what critter you’d like to finally get an encounter with in 2012!
Here’s Mine: A Liger! If Napoleon believes--I believe!
Write your funniest ideas in the comments section for the chance to win an ASAP Survival Gear Pack. Last week’s Winner
Sorry for taking a week off, folks. My Internet service on Hooper’s Island in Maryland was nonexistent. At least the crab cakes at Salty’s were pretty darn good. And we did make one heck of a sea duck hunting episode that I’m super excited for all of you to watch!
Besides the opening day of duck, deer, goose, pheasant, dove and antelope season, Christmas is one of my favorite times of year. It seems the older I get the more ridiculous the gifts I receive get. Since when did my mom think I’d like a t-shirt with two raccoons and a squirrel on it? Ugly? Yes, but very fitting of my personality I suppose. But you know what I mean about sweaters, socks, ties and 99-cent tools.
And what’s with the air fresheners? Yes mom, my dog needs a bath. I’ll get to it sometime around the 2nd! After pheasant season closes. Tell me the one gift that you hope Santa doesn’t bring you this year. Top winner this week also receives a signed GUN IT poster. Thank you all, for making this a great year!
I also want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Sorry folks but this week I have to cut this one short. We’re out in the sticks of South Dakota trying to bowhunt deer, and it’s proving to be a tough task to get on film. Here’s the report thus far: three bucks within 35 yards, two of which were shooters and--as luck would have it--I needed them to take two more steps and it would have been blood on the arrow. I have to blame it on a tree branch. And by the way, we’ve had at least 30 does at 20 yards. Super cool footage!
Back to the issue at hand: The Top Ten. We filled up at a gas station this afternoon and overheard a guy bragging up his hunting dog. By the looks of this lab/collie/dachshund mix, I’m throwing the BS flag. We’ve all had that day out with our buddy when his dog didn’t quite perform up to par. You know what I’m talking about… A mirror image of the first dog in Funny Farm that ran after the deer! The best part is every time I hear a different excuse. I’ve learned my lesson. From now on I walk the “other” side of the field! So, let me hear the Top Ten best excuses/lies you've heard from your buddy!
Here’s mine: “He doesn’t like feathers in his mouth!” (This is the dog that runs out to the bird, picks it up, and then spits it out!)
Willie Nelson’s "On The Road Again" is the first song I can remember tappin’ the ol' toe to. In my early days, my Dad and I would drive three hours to shoot geese on the Missouri River, and it played every time we cruised down the highway. At that point in time Willie had me convinced that I was going to be a country music star. One problem, I don’t possess an ounce of musical talent. I mean zero, zilch, nothing even close. But that didn’t stop me from almost making “the phone call.”
Back in those days, my father helped with the local PRCA rodeo, during which I befriended many rodeo personalities. I often helped these people with random odd jobs. One year an announcer from Nashville showed up to do the rodeo, and come to find out he had been, at one time, an executive at a major country music label. I helped him throughout the entire rodeo weekend, and as he left he handed me his card and told me to stay in touch. Around this same time Garth Brooks was lighting up the stage and I was fascinated how he could entertain a crowd.
Three pounds of turkey, two scoops of green bean casserole, a mound of stuffing, a heaping pile of sweet potatoes with toasted marshmallows on top, plenty of mashed potatoes, a bowl of my Aunt Gail’s green jell-o salad and twenty-seven sweet pickles, followed up with two pieces of my mother’s famous pumpkin pie is pretty close to what I eat on Thanksgiving. And this is only the first round. The second helping, after a two hour nap, is usually followed up with three or four turkey sandwiches. Every year I eat so darn much that I get sick. It’s not too often that I get a good home cooked meal. It’s usually a sub-par burger from an Applebee’s along an interstate somewhere, although, I am a big fan of the Shrimp and Parmesan steak.
I think it’s safe to say, in the best way possible, that I’m the black sheep of our family. (Side note, I like that song by John Anderson.) I’m always taking things a little too far, cracking the first joke and saying the wrong thing. It’s all about timing. But I do get a lot of laughs. When my grandparents laughed, I knew it was a good one! Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times of year and I’m always excited to spend it with my family. When family gets together you never know what crazy things can spill out during Thanksgiving dinner. So, let me hear ‘em and have a wonderful Thanksgiving everyone! Tuuuuurrrrrrrrkkkeeyyyyyyyy!!!