by me, Kerry Burgess, 04/11/2024 11:38 AM
By today, still wasn't sure if I was going to finish this note and post it.
But then I noticed that curious photo with the rifle scope
Happened same day as the Event Date that is the subject that starts this note
Several days ago, I was reminiscing in my mind about my youth and about deer-hunting
Year 1980, I was 14 years old, when moved from DeQueen, Arkansas, to Ashdown, Arkansas
The 1980 school-year began in September. That was 9th grade for me. So I would have started 10th grade in year 1981.
My first deer-season after she married Denzil would have been November 1980. I went out by myself one morning a few yards away from the house and into where the deep wilds of the Little River began, there outside Wilton, Arkansas. Earlier, I had found a tree-mounted deer-stand overlooking a small creek and I was in it when a 4-point strolled up and was below and facing away from me. A perfect place to shoot it. I had only the used, 20-gauge shotgun they had given me for my 15th birthday. I leveled it down on that deer, squeezed the trigger, and... nothing. Tried again, nothing. Had enough time to double-check the safety. Nope, that's not the problem. Finally, all I could think to do was eject the shell and hope to hit it as it raced away. So, did that, deer started racing away, aimed, pulled the trigger, still nothing.
It would fire sometimes, but not the times I needed it to fire, because another deer got away from me later for the same problem as I walked around out there. He finally called Ambrus over to examine it and they seem to have fixed it finally but I soon purchased my own rifle.
Didn't help much when I fell asleep one other time leaning up against a tree and woke to find a deer standing beside me, looking at me. It raced away as I groggily jumped up and chambered a round but the deer was gone too fast for me to fire. I took a hunting safety class at Camp Couchdale that stayed with me for a long time.
The deer-hunting season begins in November, best I recall. I searched the internet but did not find anything for the days in year 1981 when deer-hunting was permitted by the state of Arkansas.
But the facts support my memory that it was November 1981 when I killed that trophy, 9-point white-tail deer.
There was a Polaroid picture of me standing next to it. We were at the house Ambrus owned nearby that hunting ground. I can almost visualize it, of me as the deer was suspended from the branch of a pine-tree with a rope around its neck
I had the head and neck mounted as a trophy but I lost that somewhere years ago after my enlistment ended in 1990.
I killed it because I drilled a 35-caliber bullet directly through its heart as it stood far in the distance in the thick brush and trees as I fought very unsuccessfully for a while the subconscious self-doubt and my racing heart-rate, which is rare for me in stressful situations and might not have even been a problem back then - something I had heard about affecting other people but that I didn't understand because it never happened to me - but the self-doubt certainly was in those brief, few moments I mentally-fumbled around to shoot it before it raced away again just like that 4-point the previous year when my shotgun malfunctioned. After I hit it, it jumped up and then dropped dead almost at spot it was standing. The dog chasing it ran up to me wagging its tail
But before that, that huge deer just stood there in the distance - broad-side - looking at me as I fired three times with my lever-action rifle and missed it three times looking at it through the scope. The telescope was on mounts exposing the fixed barrel rifle sights and that's what I finally hit it with, those rifle-sights fixed to the barrel of the rifle - a perfect shot to the deer's heart from a distance and among obstructions.
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Friday, May 26, 2006 4:42 PM
To: Kerry Burgess
Subject: Re: Journal May 26, 2006
Kerry Burgess wrote:
Denzil commented on what a good shot I made on that 9-point deer I killed, I think that was 10th grade, which would have been around 1982 in my memory. I had actually missed it three times before I gave up on using the scope. Since I had raised sights on my rifle, I just switched to iron sights and nailed it. It probably went no more than a body length before it dropped.
From: Kerry Burgess
Sent: Sunday, January 6, 2013 12:21 AM
To: 'chelortiz' Michelle Center Ortiz {friend of mine during in high-school in Arkansas}
Subject: Stolen Valor
I forget the precise date. That must have been the year 1982. I am certain I showed you a Polaroid photo of it. I probably showed everybody at Ashdown High a photo of me standing next to that deer.
IMDb
Top Gun (1986)
Quotes
[after Maverick decides not to shoot down Jester during a training exercise]
Sundown: Hey, man, we could have had him. Hey, we could have had him, man!
Maverick: [grabs Sundown] I will fire when I am goddamn good and ready! You got that?
From 10/7/1963 ( premiere USA TV series episode "The Outer Limits"::"The Man with the Power" ) To 4/11/2024 ( ) is 22102 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 5/8/2026 ( Friday, at the Pentagon ) is 22102 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, 12/16/2023 6:57 PM
As for those UFO-bunkers, they STILL !!! do not explain WHY Tim Burchett has the same birthdate as the fictional character "Dr. Ellie Arroway" from the 1997 "Contact"
Just a bunch of losers
They want the USA Department of Defense to reveal important secrets FOR NO REASON other than to satisfy the obsessive-compulsion of you UFO-bunkers, so desperate to escape your mediocre life
You're an ineffective little guy in a pathetic attempt to exert dominance over those with real power, because their mere existence reminds you of your ineffectiveness.
Kevin Day doesn't know a damn thing about RADAR. Sean Cahill doesn't know a damn thing about RADAR. That guy bounces out the good name of the US Navy just to peddle his crappy product. And those ineffective little guys rage with threats to Area 51.
AND my personal interpretation suggests their heroic US Navy pilot *might be* an actual drunk who's never flown at 500 miles per hour and passed a mylar balloon
I gave a lot of people on Twitter the opportunity to refute my sensible rebuttal
IMDb
The Outer Limits
The Man with the Power (1963)
Quotes
Vera Finley: You wouldn't hurt anyone even if you could. You're not a violent man. You've never hated anyone, never.
Harold J. Finley: Not to hurt them, no, Vera, but I have this power. It acts whether I want it to or not.
Vera Finley: No, Harold, you don't have any power. You've always been quiet. You told me yourself you're too mild, you're too weak.
Harold J. Finley: No more, Vera! I could split this ceiling open if I wanted to! I could crash down these walls. I could splinter this whole block into bricks and rubble.
Vera Finley: Harold, you're a little man, a nobody. You don't have any power.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3fRBzRngdc
You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet
Bachman-Turner Overdrive {from YouTube}
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 04:20 AM Pacific-timezone USA Saturday 05/09/2026
