HUNTING SEASON FOR HARPIES IN NORTHERN MICHIGAN

By Mike Colin
Well, as most of you know I love to hunt just about anything. Recently, the government in Michigan said it was alright to hunt Harpies, provided that you paid for the proper license, and had your dead harpies weighed and checked out for rabies by the Michigan Department of Natural Resources. In Michigan, harpies are the number one spreader of rabies to both humans and domestic pets. They also spread an even more dreaded disease known as cooties.

This year I staked out a nice place at a state park where there were lots of grills for down state people to roast their weenies on. Harpies love to eat whatever you have on hand but, harpies really love weenies especially the all beef kind. Harpies won’t go near weenies that have mechanically removed turkey parts in them. It seems even harpies have standards.

Well, as the campers gathered and started to cook their weenies the harpies of course showed up and sat in the trees for a while. In appearance the harpies have the head of an old lady and a thin lizard body with a long tail like a dragon and ears just like Mr. Spock on Star Trek. When the harpies swarmed down to steal the weenies I open fired with my crossbow. Bullets won’t even phase a harpie, but a cross bow will bring them down if you hit them directly in the heart. It took me a few tries but eventually I ended up with a couple of five foot long harpies that I was able to take to my parents to clean and serve that day, for a nice Sunday dinner.

Although the meat of the harpies is really tender the taste is very nasty like dead fish smothered in pig swill. Luckily, mom had some vinegar on the table, so overall, the harpies were edible. Although the harpies were not good tasting, perhaps I saved some weenies for some family on vacation to eat. I think I did good.

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MICHIGAN GROUNDHOG DAY (SEASON)

By Mike Colin
In Michigan Groundhog day is the day you go hunting for groundhogs. Basically, on Groundhog Day you just sit in front a groundhog cave. Most of these caves consist of the skirting under a house trailer. Groundhogs have lived under trailer houses for thousands of years.

Now, the best trailers to stake out for groundhogs are ones that have gardens in the yard during the summer. Groundhogs love to chow down on garden stuff. Groundhogs are also very lazy so they don’t like to have to travel too far to get to that garden stuff. This year I staked out a spot in front of a trailer park. I figured with all those trailers at least one of them would have a groundhog under it.

Of course spotting a groundhog does not help unless you can shoot it down with just one shot. Otherwise, the groundhog will scurry back under the nearest trailer and heal up again. It seems that groundhogs are able to instantly regenerate and heal themselves. The only way you can stop them is to shoot them in the head. If you shoot them in the head they’ll stay down. Of course if you miss the groundhog he may scurry away or on a few occasions they might attack you. It is said that anyone bitten by a groundhog will turn into one. It seems that is how they procreate since all groundhogs are males. I think that was on the National Geographic Channel.

Shooting the groundhog in the head requires some real thinking. You might use a rifle if you’re a good enough shot but, if you’re kind of a crappy shot like me then you might opt for a shotgun. A pump shotgun is of course best so that you have a chance to keep shooting in case the groundhog decides to attack and turn you into one of his kind. Being a groundhog must be the worst curse of all since they are all born male. No wonder they are so ornery.

Anyway, I did spot a groundhog and I shot twice at it before it ran back under the trailer it was living under. I shot a third time but unfortunately, I shot right through the trailer. The owner was Misty Merkel and luckily she was not home so she was only upset because I shot out the monitor on her computer. I thought I would just owe her a new monitor but she owned an old AT&T computer and I could not find a monitor to run with it so I had to buy her a whole new setup.

Well, in Michigan if you don’t shoot a groundhog on Groundhog Day then you can expect to have six more months of winter. Since the next winter in Michigan begins on September 1st then we are not going to have any spring, summer or, fall here. Well, I did my part and tried.

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TAGGING THE NORTH AMERICAN BIG FOOT

By Tim Colin
Associate Editor,
Humor News Nuts Publications
Although there is not much that you can legally hunt this time of year, it is good to be preparing yourself for hunting season. This year I intend on bagging me one of those big foot monsters that scare away the entire tourist from Northern Michigan. The problem with the typical big foot monster is that they are dark colored and very hard to see at night. Nighttime is the best time to hunt big foots because that is when most of the conservation officers are sleeping.

I have come up with a unique way of solving the coloring issue of the big foot monster. I intend on creeping up to the big foot monsters while they are feeding and paint a large fluorescent ‘X” on the sides of the creatures. In order to minimize the danger to myself, I have with me my younger brother Mike who is going to assist me by actually painting these large, powerful and, hungry beasts. While my brother paints the beast with an “X” I will be hiding in the bushes ready to dial 911 in case something bad happens to my brother. I am just glad that I had the foresight to realize that this was a job that would take two people.

The paint I was using was some I picked up at the county garage. They had a lot of it sitting around so I figured they wouldn’t mind if I borrowed a five gallon bucket. That just made one less can that they would have to deal with.

The bait I was using to lure the big foots in was a garbage sack full of Walleyes. My uncle Mike had gone fishing down south of a chemical plant in Midland. He scooped up a whole bunch of fish with his net. The fish couldn’t swim too well because of all the large tumors they had growing all over them. My uncle soon found out that he couldn’t clean the fish because the stuff oozing from the tumors was eating through the steel of his fish fillet knife.

After my brother poured out the fish on the ground we both hid in the bushes. It was only about ten minutes later when a large brown big foot showed up. It ate on the fish for a couple of minutes before my brother finally got up the guts to go out there to paint an “X” on the creature. My younger brother had a dripping paint bush in his hand as he slowly edged up to the big foot monster. “Hurry up,” I yelled at him, “We don’t have all day,”

Well my hollering must have got the bears attention since he immediately charged my brother and swiped him across his belly with his enormous claw. My brother fell to the ground like a sack of flour. He just laid there shaking and bleeding. AS for the bear, he just turned around and went back to eating the fish. I starting laughing and had an awful time stopping long enough to call 9-11. Just thinking abut my brother lying twitching like he was still brings a smile to my face. The only bad thing is that the big foot ate up all my bait and I didn’t even get him tagged with florescent paint.

My brother only ended up having the front of his shirt tore to shreds and a few scratches. After a hundred or so stitches my brother was ready to go home. It looks like this year I am just not going to have any advantage at all hunting big foots here in Northern Michigan.

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