Funniest story while hunting?

[Nickofthewoods]

2006 - Archery elk season Colorado.

Woke up in he middle of the night with one of these in the wall tent

You can only imagine what happened next….



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Probably the best scent cover you will ever have.

 

[hikenhunt]

I was duck hunting with my father-in-law in frigid January temperatures with about 8 inches of crusty snow on the ground. We got cold sitting around, so we went for a walk. We were side hilling about halfway up a 300 foot hill on a fairly steep slope without any issues, when all of a sudden his dog starts sliding down the hill but luckily stops about 30 feet down. We were able to laugh once we saw the dog was safe. We thought the dog was light enough and slid on the crust on the top of the snow until my father-in-law did the same exact slide moments later. Then I got to laugh that he didn't learn from his dog. I carefully uncovered that there was a spring coming out of the side of the hill that froze in the cold weather leaving a sloped ice rink but there was an inch or two of snow on top making it invisible. Be careful out there!

 

[NRA4LIFE]

Thought of another one. 2 buddies and I were doing some turkey scouting on a large tract of public land in MO. We spit up and agreed to reconvene in the same spot in a couple hours. The 3 of us were standing not 5 feet apart when were heard some commotion headed our way. A doe was running into the sun and did not see us until she was within 5-6 feet. She then went bat-chit crazy, went ass over tea kettle right between us and took off. This all took place in about 5 seconds. We had a good laugh at that.

 

[NorthIdahoDude]

Another good one. Hunting with the wife, we were about 20+ miles from pavement, driving along a wilderness/forestry road on the way back to camp, when she spied a decent-ish little whitetail buck. I stopped the truck, and she hoped out. The deer had kind of wandered back into the forest a bit so she followed him...

Now let me interject something here - if you hand my wife a rifle and let her sit down with some shooting sticks, she is lethal out to pretty much as far as she can see. But off-hand with a heavy gun (which this one was), her lack of arm strength and lack of off-hand practice makes her almost unable to hit the side of a barn from more than say 50 yards out.

Anyway, I can still see her through the trees when she swings the rifle up to her shoulder and the first BOOM goes off... damn, he must have been REAL close for her to not try to find a rest and shoot at him off hand....

She steps into the trees a bit more, gun still up.... about 30 seconds later... BOOM.....

Moves in deeper till she's out of sight.... about 60 seconds later... BOOM.....

Another minute or two later... BOOM....

I stick by the truck waiting for her to pipe up on the radio saying 'I got him, come help me drag him out'.....

Another minute or so goes by... now quieter than before, more off in the distance... BOOM......

Long pause... radio crackles to live - "Got him, come help me!!!"

When I got to her, she was that kind of breathless and out of sorts and said to me "I kept missing, but then I finally sat down and used a tree for a rest and then I finally got him! Wow... I can't believe he didn't run off and just let me keep trying..."

"Well", sez me, "I reckon after the first couple of shots, he didn't recognize you as a threat, so...".... (no, she did not appreciate my comment, at all, LOL)....

 

[JustABritCrazy]

Here in the east the public forests open up gates on roads normally closed the rest of year. I used to bird hunt a great deal and at the end of one day decided to check out a couple of roads I hadn’t been down yet. I’m driving a mini van so not doing any four wheeling. It’s Saturday afternoon around 4. About 40 degrees. All 3 dogs sacked out and resting. As I’m on forestry roads I don’t have them locked in their crates. Drive down a new to me road and need to answer a call of nature. Pull into the edge of a log landing, and get out and as I’m only going to be a minute or two leave the van running with the windows up and shut the door. Molly wakes up, is standing on the front passenger seat looking out the window, Door shutting spooks 3 long beards I hadn’t seen out of the landing, they run within a couple feet of the front of the van and me, Molly sees the big birds and suddenly is full of energy, jumps on drivers door and hits the electronic lock button and locks the.van down tight. Turkeys run into the woods, Molly lays down and goes back to sleep and I’m stuck trying to figure out how to break into the van. No phone, (wife with spare key two hour drive away and she’ll never find me), van running with quarter tank of gas, key in the ignition and I’m about a half hour from it getting dark. Nearest pay phone is at least 4 to 5 miles away hiking cross country. Had the rear vent windows open. Couldn’t find a stick long enough and skinny enough to reach the front. Was able to pry the door a small distance from the frame and force a thin small stick through the rubber gasket. After a about 45 minutes of trying to hit the lock button I’m successful. I was seriously trying to decide which window I was going to break. Molly lead on several similar adventures. That was her crowning moment.

 

[Wireman07]

Hunting south dakota mule deer one year. I seen 5 white dots off in the diatance shining in the sun. I thought to myself " holy crap theres some mulies over there"! So i begin my approach over to them staying hidden in the dips and valleys of the western south dakota prairie. Get to the top of the knoll figuring it will be about a 60 yard shot with my bow. Get to the top and glass one last time to make sure i pick the most mature buck. Im glassing the whites spots i seen, but no deer to be had. I get alittle closer and a little closer, i seen a little brown on the white spots as im closing the distance. I get up to it and yell " who the F took a dump out here"! Ended up being my buddy i was hunting with lol. I thought the shit paper wads were mule deer butts . I did however make him pick the shit paper up. Sure fooled me!

 

[robtattoo]

More quote than story....

Best buddy & lifelong Florida cracker came along with me & another buddy for a Colorado elk hunt.

Sitting around the first night, Josh & I just laid back watching the stars & taking in the cool air.

Shane sat in his log.....

"Man. It's so nice to sit next to a bonfire that doesn't have a f*cking tire on it."

Josh & I couldn't breathe for laughing, for a solid 5 minutes. I don't think I've ever laughed that hard for that long in my life!

 

[SwampDonkey55]

Me, my buddy, his little brother and their dad all went pheasant hunting 2 years ago. We were entering the 2nd field of the day and met a guy just walking out that said he winged a pheasant but he didn’t have a dog and couldn’t find it. We walked about 200 yards across this field and my dog ended up flushing the crippled bird and my buddy’s brother shot it. The bird was still only crippled and my buddy’s brother asked me how to dispatch it since he’s not much of a bird hunter. I told him to hold it by the head and to swing its body to break its neck.

So we keep on walking down this field and I hear “hey man it didn’t work, what do I do?!” And I told him just to give it another one, a good one… next thing i know, out of the corner of my eye, I see the body of a pheasant fly about 50 yards across this field and me and my buddy are dying laughing because their dad is just absolutely berating him while he stands there with just the head in his hand and a confused look on his face haha


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[COJoe]

About thirty years ago now, my buddy and I were heading down the road in AK on our way to go duck hunting with my lab in the back of the overhead camper I had on my single cab Chevy truck. A little ways south of Fairbanks, a young bull moose ran across the road in front of us and into a gravel pit next to the road, so we quickly pulled over because we each also had a moose license. When we pulled over to find the moose, my lab started barking wildly and wouldn't stop. I figured he had seen the moose and was scared. We found the young bull moose standing in about three feet of water and decided we didn't want to mess with him in the water so we walked back to my truck where my lab was still barking. We then proceeded to drive the 45 minutes to our duck hunting lake and quickly gathered our gear to get a quick hunt in before the sun set. After we returned to the truck and camper it was dark, and when we opened the camper door and were greeted by a horrendous smell. My buddy climbed up into the camper and went to grab his sleping bag he had laying on the dinnete cushion and soon realized the source of the smell. Apparently, when we stopped for the moose, my lab got too excited and pooped on the head end of my buddies sleeping bag! That's probably why he was barking so much.... We threw it out in the parking lot for the remainder of the trip and he used one of my extra sleeping bags I always carried.