All about Mongo and Tard

Mongo and Tard? You might wonder who these two hypster duffusses are. Well, if you spend the time reading the dozens of pages in this web site you'll get a good idea how we aproach hunting and our thoughts on life. One quick anectdote pretty much explains our world:

We had decided to go bow hunting at a state park and had come up empty again. We loaded up the gear and began the two hour ride home. The gas gauge was on E and Mongo had forgotten his wallet. As we aproached a town on our route home Mongo asked Tard if he could pay for the gas to get home. Tard, of course, didn't have a wallet because Mongo was there and he was broke, again. After scaping up all the change in the car and in our pockets we had $2.21. Possibly enough to make it home.

Then came our first Mongo and Tard moment; Tard said "I'm hungry." He spotted a BK with two whoppers for two bucks. Couldn't we get hamburgers instead of gas? Mongo said no way. "Live life on the edge!" said Tard. How could Mongo say no?

Those were the best whoppers two freinds ever ate. Sure, Mongo's wife had to drive an hour to pick us up but it was sooo worth it.

When we got back to Mongo's house, Mongo gave Tard a camo boonie hat to commemorate the moment. It didn't fit...it was too small...it was extra large. "You've got a mongo head." Tard said. "I'll call you Mongo." "What are we going to call you?" Mongo inquired. "I'm always coming up with bone head ideas. How 'bout Tard?"

And so, like Dean and Lewis, like Abbot and Costello, like Clinton and Lewinsky, MONGO and TARD were unleashed on the world!

Mongo - a man who has to give away his extra large hunting hats - because they're too fricking small for his gargantuan head!

'Never let the truth stand in the way of a good story'-Mongo Summer 2002.

Mongo use to live in northeastern Illinois but has moved his whole hillbilly clan back to the mother land in Indiana. But don't worry the adventures of Mongo and Tard will go on. Mongo uses a Mathews Switchback. His Carbon Express arrows are tipped with G5 Tekan mechanicals.

Tard - the name says it all!!! I'm really not that dumb!!!

Tard lives in northeastern Illinois and has been hunting for 4 years. He use to be a anti-hunter till he was attending school in South Dakota and his friends took him pheseant hunting. Tard then relized that there was more to hunting than he previously thought. After all the animals expect it! Ever since then he has been obsessed with hunting and was happy to help Mongo's wife become a fall widow. Tard uses a PSE® Carrera bow (super fast). He tips his alumminum arrows with 125 gr. Thunderheads from NAP®. For camo Tard uses Realtree Timber®. And the only grunt tube you will find in his kit is a True Talker®.

Mongo and Tard? You might wonder who these two hypster duffusses are. Well, if you spend the time reading the dozens of pages in this web site you'll get a good idea how we aproach hunting and our thoughts on life. One quick anectdote pretty much explains our world:

We had decided to go bow hunting at a state park and had come up empty again. We loaded up the gear and began the two hour ride home. The gas gauge was on E and Mongo had forgotten his wallet. As we aproached a town on our route home Mongo asked Tard if he could pay for the gas to get home. Tard, of course, didn't have a wallet because Mongo was there and he was broke, again. After scaping up all the change in the car and in our pockets we had $2.21. Possibly enough to make it home.

Then came our first Mongo and Tard moment; Tard said "I'm hungry." He spotted a BK with two whoppers for two bucks. Couldn't we get hamburgers instead of gas? Mongo said no way. "Live life on the edge!" said Tard. How could Mongo say no?

Those were the best whoppers two freinds ever ate. Sure, Mongo's wife had to drive an hour to pick us up but it was sooo worth it.

When we got back to Mongo's house, Mongo gave Tard a camo boonie hat to commemorate the moment. It didn't fit...it was too small...it was extra large. "You've got a mongo head." Tard said. "I'll call you Mongo." "What are we going to call you?" Mongo inquired. "I'm always coming up with bone head ideas. How 'bout Tard?"

And so, like Dean and Lewis, like Abbot and Costello, like Clinton and Lewinsky, MONGO and TARD were unleashed on the world!

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