Why do people ********?

The worst ones are the guys who listen to a real event of your own and then twenty minutes later start to relate almost the same story back to you as if they had actually been there...

The wife's brother-in-law (not related to me) is one of these people, he doesn't realise he's doing it, I suspect it's the CIA wet work training he's undertaken, either that or he's a compulsive liar.
 
My wife calls these people elevenerifeys, if you have been to Tenerifey they have been to Elevenerifey.
 
The worst ones are the guys who listen to a real event of your own and then twenty minutes later start to relate almost the same story back to you as if they had actually been there...

The wife's brother-in-law (not related to me) is one of these people, he doesn't realise he's doing it, I suspect it's the CIA wet work training he's undertaken, either that or he's a compulsive liar.

How very true I know a chap who's teaching DSC1 who's been stalking for about a year him self the stories he tell's are one's he;s heard me relay to people. Its funny to hear how he goes on on about Chinese water deer when he's never even seen one let alone stalked one.
 
How very true I know a chap who's teaching DSC1 who's been stalking for about a year him self the stories he tell's are one's he;s heard me relay to people. Its funny to hear how he goes on on about Chinese water deer when he's never even seen one let alone stalked one.

That must be the person that misses deer in wheat fields and uses posts for a back stop
 
Used to have a neighbour, who was great at expanding stories. We used to go lamping every monday night and without fail, he would shoot a fox on the way home, one night he didn't have a rifle - but ran one over!

We all had a good laugh behind his back but someone should have really told him to shut up!
 
Years ago when I used to go to St Abbs scuba diving, we would be greeted by a small woolly hatted chap in the car park where we would be kitting up. He would introduce him self as the harbour master actually he was the carpark attendant, he would then go on to tell us how he had saved so many people from diving incidents and boat capsizes the previous week and how he might not be around next couple of months as he had renewed his contract with the Discovery Channel as was off to film blue whales and great whites....
 
Don't know Bobt it's been a few years since i've been there...I'm just pleased to find i wasn't the only one to suffer his bulls"!t, as the wife reckons i attract gobsh!tes like a Kappa tracksuit attracts store detectives...
 
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Ha ha, I remember that guy too, did he try sell bits and bobs of equipment out of his shack. I remember a conversation with a chap something along the lines of 'I've 10,000 O rings in that shed' I only wanted one or two.
 
The worst ones are the guys who listen to a real event of your own and then twenty minutes later start to relate almost the same story back to you as if they had actually been there...

The wife's brother-in-law (not related to me) is one of these people, he doesn't realise he's doing it, I suspect it's the CIA wet work training he's undertaken, either that or he's a compulsive liar.

You are right! I have listened to a guy, notwoguys, who claimed a tale that happened to me and repeated it word for word then added more! Thay obviosly forgot who told them about the incident that happened to me! i used to have a picture of the incident and was going to show them inocently to observe thier reaction, but i couldt break thier we bubble! Just laughed to myself!

ATB Barry
 
Fancy wasting all that time going to the moon to collect blue cheese !:roll:Everyone in the trucking industry knows Ralph Davis from Cheltenham was going to the moon back in the 80`s, I know that is true, because on their first trip to the moon, they meet a few of us Peter Gilder drivers on our way back !:cool:
 
mate comes to visit and brings another guy with him, conversation gets round to guns/shooting, first question from matey boy,,, what's the furthest you ever shot something? 1000 yards at paper I tells him, but I walked them in. he smiles and looks totally mystified. can I see your gun,, yeah sure says I and shows him a ruger 10/22,[first one from the cabinet] my granddad had one of those in the war he exclaims,, yeah they used them a lot, I told him, struggling to keep a straight face. he then points to the weaver rail under the for-end,, what's that for?? so as a joke I told him,, when you shoot really long range you have to put the scope underneath the barrel to compensate for the trajectory. by now even my missus is struggling to keep it together. of course he says,,, I remember my granddad doing it now. :rofl:


ps, its called thread necromancy.
 
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Good choice of threads to resurrect, reloader54. My very first stalking outing was with a chap who stalked incredibly slowly, stopping frequently to glass for deer and doing some ostentatious smelling of the wind to indicate he was a true hunter who could scent his prey in the breeze. We bumped quite a bit, including a large herd of fallow, so his scenting organ clearly wasn't sensitive enough for the task.
 
I’ve head shot running foxes out the drivers window of my pickup (which is an auto) while going over a ploughed / rutted field at upto 20 mph out to 300 yards at night, I’ve never had a runner
 
This is priceless, good resurrection!
I never understand with these people do they really actually think that people belive them? I'm too polite to call them out...

I used to work with/for a bloke who knew everything about everything, had been everywhere, done everything, met everyone. I just used to nod and smile, but there were younger lads and lasses working for the firm who undoubtedly thought he was the mutt's nuts and took his word as gospel on everything. Sad thing was he did know his stuff, but it was so hard to unpick the knowledge from the bull!
 
Ha ha great thread.

Years ago when I did martial arts - guy at the club said that Steven Segal was a personal friend and that he was going to come over and stay at his house and train with us. Not trying to be rude, my pal and I went along with it until we eventually gave up.
 
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