Funny Quotes From Hunting Trips

Years ago, my dad, my brothers who were about 13-14 at the time and I were out blacktail hunting. The twins, always giving each other a bad time go to get in the back seat after a hike and the younger one smacks his head as he gets in, smacks it hard! So he's sitting there rubbing his head and my dad puts his hand on his shoulder to see if he's ok and he yells "dont touch me you f@ggot!" Only to look up and see its not my other brother but my dad and he just starts bawling and saying how sorry he is over and over again lol. We about died laughing, the tears coming out type laughter. One of my best hunting memories.
 
Got a get better soon card from a buddy after an hunt. I wasn't sick, just missed a shot I should have made.
For our wedding, my brother gave us a thank you card, opened it up and it just said "for the hangover"

Can’t believe we are 4 pages in and no one has shared a story about walking out with one sock or minus a shirt sleeve.
In college, at a 3D shoot, my guts started bubbling so that day I lost a shirt sleeve. My now wife, made me cut the other sleeve off because she knew why I was missing the other sleeve. I'm also sure there were some funny comments made from my buddies I was with.
 
One recurring line we use is from my Dad's first mule deer hunt. We'd been hunting for 5-6 days hard. We sit down on a point around noon to glass the mid day lull. I'm looking far off (breaks country) and my dad tells me he thinks he sees a turkey below us. I pivot my binos on my tripod below us and there is a huge, dark horned, non typical mule deer, 180+, mid day cruising 100 yards away. I tell him that's a huge buck, shoot it. He doesn't have his gun out, isn't loaded, etc. and the buck is working through timber, he's gone in 30 seconds. It was not funny to me at the time but now before every hunt he tells me to keep an eye out for turkeys!
 
Me and a buddy were shed hunting in pretty far. His knee started giving him troubles, I calmed him by saying “I can carry you out….. but I’d have to quarter you first though” he got a kick outta that one
 
I was turkey hunting with my dad and I somehow dropped my diaphragm. Got back to camp and asked my dad if he had any extras. As he tries to hand me a used one he said "don't worry if it tast like P**sy its just your moms"....... his buddy spewed out the drink he had just taken a swig and a I responded with well I guess I'm just using my slate.
 
In camp, my buddy is spreading jam from the community jar on bread with his pocketknife. Me: “isn’t that the knife you just used to clean a deer?” Other buddy “yeah, but don’t worry, he cleaned it really good before we left home.”
 
My cousin and I are good hunting buddies. One day I wasn’t able to go deer hunting with him so he convinced his brother, Jack, to come instead. Jack’s idea of getting outdoors is golfing so this was a stretch to go out and hike a mountain. On the way back, cousin is sitting on the tailgate waiting and hears Jack yell as he’s coming down the mountain “just get the truck as close as you can” in an exhausted voice. Now whenever we are tired and headed back to the pickup we always recite that to each other.
 
I hunt with a Aussie guy and his butchering/processing/field care will raise you eyebrows. Dude will eat almost anything and drinks out of puddles. He doesn’t care what ends up in his game bags!

A few years back he pounded a yearling doe with a very close range frontal shot. Both shoulders had lots of bloodshot and nasty that anyone would have trimmed in the field. As he dropped them in the bag he assured me that "that will roast out".

I use that one fairly often.

Needless to say, I have to seriously micro manage the knife work if he's helping me break down something I intend to eat.
 
My brother in law is a pretty big city boy but just started joining us at deer camp in the Midwest. My dad and I focus a lot on scent control so usually shower before each morning hunt. Opening morning we’re getting ready and my dad says to my bro in law “you should probably shower too.” My BIL immediately got offended and says “I don’t stink!” defensively. We’ve quoted that one quite often since and got him a scent control kit for Xmas.
 
Can’t believe we are 4 pages in and no one has shared a story about walking out with one sock or minus a shirt sleeve.

Not quite the same but I'll toss in the infamous 'Black Bag" morning. So i put together a first morning duck hunt for a couple of my friends. My alarm never got set so I woke up to both of them ringing my door bell. So I get up, dressed and out the door in 10mins. We get to the public island we were going to hunt, decoys set out, and boat parked on the opposite side of the island, then my guts start bubbling away. So I go to the boat and grab a 5 gallon bucket and a trash bag. Do my business and tie the bag off and let it in the bucket and take it back to the boat. We get a few birds and when packing up to leave my one buddy grabs the bag and pulls it out not knowing what it was. That's when I hear him scream "A damn black bag next time". We all busted out laughing. He said throw it in the river. I said im not littering. I didnt even think about it but it was a clear trash bag. That was well over 10yrs ago and everytime we see each other one of us say Black Bag!
 
A few of us went to South Dakota in early May after Merriams. It was one of our buddy's first trip out west. Coming across Nebraska he started commenting about the terrain difference and lack of trees. Then the temps dropped and it started to sleet. We looked at the weather, and would hit snow before getting to our destination in SD. His comment, "I bet this place sucks in the winter". That one stuck around.

On an elk scouting trip in CO we planned to hike up and over a ridge to check a new drainage out on the way out of town. We lef the trailhead, and as soon as the saddle came into view from a few miles away one guy said "We're not going up there are we?". We indeed were, and told him at every turn that we weren't. He cussed us pretty good once we rounded to corner and were within shooting distance of that very saddle. Now any time we leave the truck one of us asks "We're not going up there are we?".
 
Hunting in Wyoming, we spotted a nice mule deer buck, it was a long shot. My dad got a dead rest and shot while a couple of us spotted for him. At the shot the big buck stumbled and one guy said “he’s walking backwards, I think that’s a good sign!” The other guy said “he’s dead, he just doesn’t know it.” The buck flipped over on his back and my dead just smiled and pretended to blow the smoke off the end of his barrel.

My dad and his buddies came back from Wyoming and his buddies were telling me about a guy in the bar near the town they were staying in that was really obnoxious. After a long day of hunting they went to the bar for a steak and a beer to watch football and there was a group of guys from Wisconsin that had drinking pretty heavy and one kept coming over and hanging on my dad and his buddies, talking smack about the football game. Apparently my dad finally had enough and picked the guy up and walked him back to his seat. I thought my dads buddies were exaggerating. Fast forward a year, I’m in WY with my dad and his buddies and we walk into that same bar, three guys are sitting at the bar with Packers hats on drinking and one turns around and goes “hey, you’re that big son of a bitch that picked me up and walked me across the bar last year!” We all started cracking up and my dad bought him a beer.
 
When I was in my mid-teens i shot a better than average buck with the bow. Dad helped me track it, and I was field dressing I was about to split the brisket up to the neck, I looked up and asked Dad if he thought I should mount it.
Never skipped a beat he said "fine, just get a good grip"
 
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