Jeff Hoover
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- Feb 25, 2009
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Well............ It's Zeus' turn in the barrel. Zeus was the youngest member of the 'sixshot' hunt, thru no fault of his own. He has a degree in Chemical Engineering, and is a Landfill operator, finder, maintainer, and protector, of said facility. This really came in handy, as he knew what to do with all the trash talk, late at night, in Idaho. 
Zeus has a real "Swagger" in his walk. When I first met him, he was lugging around a Pelican injected molded, polymer rifle case, for 2 rifles. Inside contained the Holy Grail, of handguns. Custom jobs by the likes of Bowen, Harton, Linebaugh, and of course, Grover, with a sprinkling of Fishpaw, and Turnball, for good measure. There were a few 'stock' Freedom Arms, tho'. I thought I was a gun nut. Glenn made me feel like an anti-gunner, after seeing and hearing some of his goodies. He has every major gunsmith, gun seller, gun writer, gun maker, and gun distributor, on speed dial on his cell phone. I just worry about that cell phone falling into the wrong hands, such as Handgun Control, Inc. I'm sure Sarah Brady would love to have that little goody, in her gun snathing fingers.
As to Glenn's talk, he has a true southern accent, which originated in Mississippi. One night we needed some items from the local grocery store, as Glenn was going to make us some pork and ribs. Pushing his grocery cart, Glenn spotted a young clerk, and politely asked, "Excuse me, Dya'll have any lumina full ? " The clerk had a blank look on his face. Glenn repeated, " Dya'll have any lumina full ?" This time, the clerk simply said they didn't carry any. Glenn found it on his own. Aluminum foil, was the item we were looking for.
As to the meal Glenn prepared for us, it was simply outstanding. I don't think there was any risk of any Muslims showing up for this meal. Pork butt roast, and ribs. I can't remember if they were baby back, or spare ribs, as they were gone so fast, you couldn't tell. I think it was at this point, I really started to feel like I fit in. Everytime pork butt roast was mentoined, I heard the guys giggle, and heard my name in the mix. Glenn started smoking these ribs and roasts the night before the meal, in his smoker, he brought from home. It was a laborious task of mustard rubs, dry spice rubs, smoking, wrapping in 'lumina full', after a honey and brown sugar rub, and more smoking. The final production was perfection, tho' Glenn said he was disappointed in the outcome, as he couldn't give the food his full attention, as he had to kill an elk, in between the steps.
That night at dinner, you would have thought someone died. There was no conversation, whatsoever, besides pass the ribs, or pass the pork roast, please. The highest compliment you can give a cook, is a silent meal, as everyone eats, and moans, to their hearts content.
As to Glenn's hunt, I think he had the most fun out of all of us. He waited until the last day, to shoot his cow. He also got to shoot the most. He did an excellent job. I believe 6 of 8 hits to the vitals, before she fell down. This, on a adrenalized, 800 lb. animal. Arm chair theoroist can talk, dissect, and re-hash all they want, it was a great performance by Glenn, the bullet, and the gun at hand. I think I can speak for everyone involved, that the best part of this hunt, was the friends we all made.
We had to wait a few minutes to take this picture, as Glenn's gun was so hot, he couldn't hold it
Here's Glenn and his elk, ready to go home . Notice his license plate. I did, in case I see it in my home state.
Zeus has a real "Swagger" in his walk. When I first met him, he was lugging around a Pelican injected molded, polymer rifle case, for 2 rifles. Inside contained the Holy Grail, of handguns. Custom jobs by the likes of Bowen, Harton, Linebaugh, and of course, Grover, with a sprinkling of Fishpaw, and Turnball, for good measure. There were a few 'stock' Freedom Arms, tho'. I thought I was a gun nut. Glenn made me feel like an anti-gunner, after seeing and hearing some of his goodies. He has every major gunsmith, gun seller, gun writer, gun maker, and gun distributor, on speed dial on his cell phone. I just worry about that cell phone falling into the wrong hands, such as Handgun Control, Inc. I'm sure Sarah Brady would love to have that little goody, in her gun snathing fingers.
As to Glenn's talk, he has a true southern accent, which originated in Mississippi. One night we needed some items from the local grocery store, as Glenn was going to make us some pork and ribs. Pushing his grocery cart, Glenn spotted a young clerk, and politely asked, "Excuse me, Dya'll have any lumina full ? " The clerk had a blank look on his face. Glenn repeated, " Dya'll have any lumina full ?" This time, the clerk simply said they didn't carry any. Glenn found it on his own. Aluminum foil, was the item we were looking for.
As to the meal Glenn prepared for us, it was simply outstanding. I don't think there was any risk of any Muslims showing up for this meal. Pork butt roast, and ribs. I can't remember if they were baby back, or spare ribs, as they were gone so fast, you couldn't tell. I think it was at this point, I really started to feel like I fit in. Everytime pork butt roast was mentoined, I heard the guys giggle, and heard my name in the mix. Glenn started smoking these ribs and roasts the night before the meal, in his smoker, he brought from home. It was a laborious task of mustard rubs, dry spice rubs, smoking, wrapping in 'lumina full', after a honey and brown sugar rub, and more smoking. The final production was perfection, tho' Glenn said he was disappointed in the outcome, as he couldn't give the food his full attention, as he had to kill an elk, in between the steps.
That night at dinner, you would have thought someone died. There was no conversation, whatsoever, besides pass the ribs, or pass the pork roast, please. The highest compliment you can give a cook, is a silent meal, as everyone eats, and moans, to their hearts content.
As to Glenn's hunt, I think he had the most fun out of all of us. He waited until the last day, to shoot his cow. He also got to shoot the most. He did an excellent job. I believe 6 of 8 hits to the vitals, before she fell down. This, on a adrenalized, 800 lb. animal. Arm chair theoroist can talk, dissect, and re-hash all they want, it was a great performance by Glenn, the bullet, and the gun at hand. I think I can speak for everyone involved, that the best part of this hunt, was the friends we all made.
We had to wait a few minutes to take this picture, as Glenn's gun was so hot, he couldn't hold it
Here's Glenn and his elk, ready to go home . Notice his license plate. I did, in case I see it in my home state.
