Any funny stories hunting near suburbs?

Decades ago, A buddy bought a home on 2 acres up on a hill in a very expensive area. It was wooded and houses were about 50y apart with no fencing.

He shot a blacktail with his bow and the deer ran off to his neighbors house. The deer was on its last legs bleeding like a stuck pig.....and its last few steps were while leaning against the neighbors house leaving a huge bloody streak against the siding for about 12'.

The way he described it, it looked like someone threw a bucket of blood on the house. He said it was a tough cleanup job and the neighbor never saw it but it was enough to stop his urban hunting.
 
I was bow hunting a in suburb just 1 mile north of St. Paul MN. It was a 10 acre plot that backed up to more city water works land. I was sitting in my blind when some homeless guy that was geeked out of his mind stumbles into the woods about 75 yards behind my blind and starts yelling and screaming. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but was clearly agitated!! Luckily he didn’t see me and was in his own world!
I was a bit worried how I was going to make my exit, and not have to make any confrontation. I had the brilliant idea to call my old man who I knew always had a pistol in his truck and was only a couple of miles down the road. I gave him very clear instructions to come in from the north as the guy was to the south of me. Of course he walked straight into to where the guy was and starts asking him what the heck is going on… luckily the guy had his pants around his ankles while dropping a deuce…. Long story short we got out of there with no issues.
Ryan
 
Funny after it was over but freaky while it happened. In my teens, bow hunting a ~100 acre piece of family land in a Kansas City suburb that until a few years prior had agriculture on 3 sides. A housing addition was in the process of being built not far from the border of the back field and some of the homes had been occupied for at least a year. That area was also known as one of the meth capitals of the world at that point. Meth heads love construction sites btw.

It was the middle of a super windy day so I was still hunting the top side of an fairly deep, but narrow ditch with a creek in the bottom, peeking over the edge every once in a while. Closer to the housing addition, a dirty, but not decomposed, feminine looking hand was sticking out of the silt in one of the bends. My first thought was, Oh ____ I stumbled into a murder scene and "they" may still be around. I stood around watching and contemplating whether to check it out or go get the landowner. Decided that I should at least get close enough to see if there were other pieces or signs before the whole place was shut down. Climbed down the bank far enough away not to disturb the immediate area and walked through the creek towards the hand. Once I got about 5 yards away I could tell that it was actually a manikin hand, not a hacked up woman or kid. Needless to say, I was done for the day but relieved.

I was still pretty weirded out about it when I got home but my brothers thought it was hilarious and I ended up laughing about it too. Don't know if the "hand" washed down the creek from the road, which was at least a mile up, or what but I've always wondered if some of the kids from the housing addition hid it there thinking they were playing an awesome practical joke on whoever found it.
 
There is an urban parks hunting program in my area and I've had many situations where Starbucks moms were walking their dogs within 20 yards of me and never saw me in a tree stand. In one park I was hunting it was near dusk and someone had brought a rifle into the park to poach a deer. I say poach because the park program was archery only. I got to see the muzzle blast. I wasn't gonna hang around to see if the guy got the deer or not....

Another time hunting an urban plot, my brother in law and I was done for the morning and waiting to be picked up near a dead end road that stopped at the woods we hunted. We were bloody from gutting and dragging a deer. Lady and her purse size dog were walking down towards us so we laid down in a ditch/depression and pushed leaves up on the deer to hide it. She walked within 8 yards of us and her dog never alerted. I have better hunting spots nowadays
 
That’s pretty wild, glad you made it out okay though! Had a similar run in myself, almost hit a guy driving out of a hunting spot at night, guy was probably a good ten miles out from the closest shred of people, and that was a good 20 miles from the nearest house. He was walking the dirt “road” in the dark with no lights, I didn’t stop to ask why.
 
I have 57 acres in the county and just across the fence is the city limits
Couple years ago all the people living across the line where feeding doves and squirrels, I had a couple people over for a hunt, and went to war on the doves
About 20 minutes later the police showed up and asked what the hell we where doing, “ dove hunting “ it’s legal in the county “
Cops said we should stop because we were scaring people, “ nope ! We aren’t trying to scare people only hunt birds!” Cops said they would call the game warden “ ok I’m going to keep hunting till he gets here “
Finally he showed up and tells the police that I have every right to hunt my own property by law , I was not popular with the neighborhood next door, for a few years

Another subdivision butted up to 900 acres my cousin owns
And we set up a rifle range on the property , people become mentally unhinged
When you start shooting rifles and deer hunting their “ pets “
My approach to them is don’t feed my deer
 
Not urban at the time but my buddy and I are turkey hunting his family farm. His uncles are working over a piece to subdivide and put a state road in. Well my buddy and I are set up on either side the road with a decoy about 20 yards in front of us. Next thing we know here comes this lady walking her dog up the road which is private at the time. She gets within 15 yards of the decoy before saying out loud "oh look, a turkey". She then pauses, figures out it's a decoy, and promptly turns to leave. Well, her dog sniffed me out and she about jumped out of her skin when she saw me stand up.

The kicker was when I told her she was trespassing and how it was turkey season she asked when season was over. Meanwhile my buddy is just sitting across the road trying to suppress his almost uncontrollable laughter at the whole interaction.

No turkeys were killed that day.
 
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