Any funny stories hunting near suburbs?

[loganwayne]

i wouldnt say its suburban but not not quite country either. but i hunt a buddies property that is about 40 acres. he put his house right about a natural saddle. the deer cross right in front of his house, my ground blind is about 35 yards from his front door. i might have fell asleep one morning when his wife texts me a photo of a good buck hanging out right in front of me asking why it wasnt good enough to shoot.... i woke up and shot it.

their neighbor decided he was going to open a glamping resort... he was really pissed when i shot a deer right at legal light and called the cops and game warden. when that interaction didnt go like he thought it should he tried to sue me for "damages to his business". pissed me off enough to make sure i was at the property to target shoot every saturday and sunday at 7am for almost a year.

then my buddy starts working on the right of way to have a better road into his property that crosses the neighbors. neighbor tells him hes gotta pay 50k a year to use his right of way. i told my buddy i would handle it. called surveyor and got him to mark it out. then took a bulldozer and went right through a camp spot that was in right of way and made a nice road. again got sued and he lost again. that guy really doesnt like me, my buddy has a new driveway and his neighbor learned you cant control your neighbors and dont piss off a redneck that has equipment.

 

[intunegp]

My dad used to lease a piece of property that backed right up to an elementary school and public park where the little league baseball games were played. He shot a doe one evening while some games were going on and said the cheering went dead silent for several minutes after he shot.

 

[Brushcreekbill]

I used to hunt a spot close….very close to work.
As in I could go for a walk during my lunch break and be in a tree stand in a few minutes.
Plus the bonus of my truck being out front….”well he has to be here somewhere, his trucks here”

After a few long lunches. And other times slipping out 30 min before quitting time….I scored on a big 10 pt.

After I got back to my truck that day everyone was gone for the day. I wondered if anyone just thought I was putting in crazy overtime.

 

[Fowl Play]

LEO buddy had some photos from a “crime scene” in Malibu, CA. There is some state land you can legally archery hunt mixed in between $10-$20 million dollar Malibu mansions. Well apparently a hunter had a buck he shot jump a fence and expire in one of these mansions pools. Like full on rock grotto with waterfall type pool. It was apparently a pretty chaotic scene with a lady wailing thinking someone had been murdered in her backyard. Hunter was extremely apologetic and apparently paid to have the pool professionally cleaned. I can only imagine what that night was like for the hunter …

 

[Loper]

I don’t have a hunting story, but for a while I would ruck in my surrounding suburbs early in the morning and would practice elk calling with the bugle tube. Once when crossing a pedestrian bridge while ripping a bugle someone shouted at me from below and then must have called the cops. On my way back across the bridge 30 mins later a cop approached me with his flashlight and said someone called after hearing screams from the bridge and asked if I’d seen or heard anything. He didn’t notice the tube stuffed in the side pocket of my pack.

 

[Mr. October]

While I'd much rather be in the middle of a huge remote wilderness, over the course of the last 50 years I've experienced some of my most exciting hunting in suburban back yards with countless buck/doe chases and amazing wildlife encounters happening right under people's noses as they go about their suburban lives.

As far as funny stories, I don't really have anything funny but . . there are seldom few days I hunt my best spot that I don't see people in their backyards. Always . . every time. Except the day my Summit Climber came disconnected, and the worn out safety line broke sending the base tumbling to the ground. There I hung from my safety harness. I watched the yards that ALWAYS had people in them calling for help. Not. A. Soul. Go figure. Ultimately, I had to call 9-1-1 and a helpful police officer who also hunted with a Summit was able to get my stand back up to me so I could self extract. I was not even vaguely in danger and felt stupid calling 9-1-1 but couldn't really just hang there all day hoping someone showed up.

Actually the same day . . I had 2 deer get spooked by a pair of giant-sized coyotes. Eastern coyotes get almost as big as German Shepherds. I often watch the neighbors let their small dogs and cats out. At a later time, I tried to warn the neighbors about the coyotes that were literally about 75 yards from their back door. They laughed: "There aren't any coyotes here." I was going to show them the trail cam pics but . . . whatever. I tried.

 

[mullet dredge]

Goose hunting a corn stubble field that backed up to a Mcdonald's....and dropping cripples in the parking lot.

 

[Poser]

I’ve done quite a bit of urban and suburban hunting when I lived in TN, all in and around the Nashville area and in Memphis, too. Ran canoes down rivers deer and duck hunting, deer hunted tiny islands on Corps of Engineers lakes, been dropped off at a dead end in a neighborhood to hunt 300 yards of public land between the houses and the lake shore. Dropped into the Mississippi River from downtown Memphis to duck hunt the river and deer hunt islands. It’s funny, but I don’t have any really entertaining stories of encounters though I would often go to great lengths to be discreet.

 

[Mr. October]

I’ve done quite a bit of urban and suburban hunting when I lived in TN, all in and around the Nashville area and in Memphis, too. Ran canoes down rivers deer and duck hunting, deer hunted tiny islands on Corps of Engineers lakes, been dropped off at a dead end in a neighborhood to hunt 300 yards of public land between the houses and the lake shore. Dropped into the Mississippi River from downtown Memphis to duck hunt the river and deer hunt islands. It’s funny, but I don’t have any really entertaining stories of encounters though I would often go to great lengths to be discreet.

Pennsylvania has always had vague and confusing laws around the requirements for hunters to wear blaze orange. One year they tried to just say all hunters have to wear blaze orange at all times. I think this was an effort to simplify. I know I personally didn't comply because I do my best to be discreet when bowhunting within sight of people's back yards. They go blissfully about their day having no idea I'm 100 yards away with my bow in the woods. The minute I put on orange panic ensues. I can attest to this when my FIL calls me every year to ask me about the people hunting behind his rural property. They are completely legal and were there all through archery but suddenly in gun season he can see them.

 

[PDM]

It's absolutely amazing what some people must go through to do a little hunting. The stories in some cases while very funny are sometimes sad for lack of opportunity.

 

[Yoder]

I saw somewhere that in America, 75% of men cannot do a pull up.

I would bet it's less than that.