View Full Version : Dangerous mishaps while hunting.Had any?

April 16, 2012, 01:30 AM
I know this covers alot of ground But over the years I've had a few close calls.Just wondered IF Y'all might have some to share? Be it with other hunters,Animals even trips & falls.

Here's one of mine,I was hog hunting on GOV. LAND one morning right at day light watched a small black critter cross a creek and feed up the hill toward Me.just knew it was a hog it was'nt it was a black bear cub about 75 lbs.It feed right toward me 10 yds. then came MOM big & nasty about 350lbs & she seen Me right off.So that put me between her & the cub Right away she started poppin her teeth rocking back & forth with her ears layed down I just knew it was going to be bad.I was sitting on the ground with a 22Mag Praying this was'nt going be a bear mauling death.But she made a big half circle around me real slow & moved the cub up the hill.They say GOD looks after simple people & fools Man was I glad I had full coverage!!!

April 16, 2012, 04:10 AM
No disrespect intended, but some capitalization and punctuation would make this a bit easier to read and understand.

Art Eatman
April 16, 2012, 07:35 AM
Back about forty years ago, I was doing my usual wandering hunting all alone out in the middle of nowhere. I'd climbed up a very steep slope onto a mesa top, eyeballing for Bambi. The mesa top was thick with lecheguilla, a sharp-pointed agave-looking bundle of Ouch. (Locally known as "It'll gitcha.")

A rock rolled under my foot and a lecheguilla stalk's point came right through the tongue of my boot, just above the ankle. Instant paralysis in that ankle and foot. Not all that much pain, but things had quit working. So there I was, some three miles from my old VW bus, and a rifle is a lousy crutch.

Halfway smart, I found a rock on which to sit, and just waited. After about fifteen minutes, things began to return to normal. Not much longer and I was back walking--but a lot more carefully.

April 16, 2012, 08:17 AM
My uncle was using my dad's Mossberg .410 bolt and when he cycled a round, somehow he set it off while it was in the open well of the receiver...

No one was severely hurt and I remember that to this day and am sure to cycle all actions with authority but respectfully...


Sure Shot Mc Gee
April 16, 2012, 08:50 AM
Years ago when I was just starting out hunting with my father and all our neighbors. These old timers made deer drives to increase their chances of taking deer. There were about 20 of us in this party of hunters. Equal amount of Posters versus Drivers who would walk thru the woods and hopefully all come out at the end of a drive equally in a line. Deer Drives were made on 40-80 acre woods covered parcels. After making a couple of deer drives as a Driver person. It was my turn to be a Poster and relax a little and quietly watch the woods out in front of me. My father told me to sit in a latter stand 16 ft off the ground that {probably was made before I was born.} I emptied my 30-30 Marlin SC model sling'ed my rifle over my shoulder. And up I climbed. Got to the top cross bar nailed to two trees growing side by side and sat down to get comfortable. Waved to my dad for him to move on to his Posting spot. I almost got my rifle reloaded as I had just started to fill its magazine. Wellllll >1-2 minuets in that stand past by and I heard a Crack!! and fell out of this stand backwards. As I fell, I thru the rifle away from me towards my front as hard as I could. Apparently, I didn't throw it hard enough, {which as I think back now, was a foolish move on my part.} When I hit the ground I found I had landed on top of my rifle. Gun held up good. Not so good for me. Two broken ribs. No more deer hunting for me that year. But I haven't missed a year of hunting since. Moral of this story: If it doesn't look safe to climb.:eek: It more than likely it isn't_:(

April 16, 2012, 08:55 AM
Numerous time out up-land hunting, meet another hunter(s) and some of these guys will place the butt on the ground and their elbows on the muzzle for a rest.

Not understanding the the safety ONLY block the trigger not the hammer fall.

April 16, 2012, 09:15 AM
Don't know if you consider these "mis-haps" or just "happenings"

I was elk hunting on Afognak Island, near Kodiak. We were taken by a float plane. It turned cold and the lake iced over with a thin layer of ice. Enough to tear up the floats on a plane. There is a period when the ice starts to form and when it gets heavy enough to support a plane on skis.

A week after we were suppose to be picked up, the Coast Guard came and got us.

Another time I was drifting the Chena River moose hunting. We stopped to eat and I did the splits while trying to get out of the boat, ended up waste deep in water. Thinking we were only a couple hours from Fairbanks, we went for it. Instead we were 16 hours from town. Dern near froze. I had to break the ice on the knees of my coveralls in order to straighten my legs. Took me the rest of the night in a hot shower to thaw out. Learned or relearned that no mater what, if you get wet, stop and build a fire to dry out before you go any where.

Another time I was taking some people moose hunting near Healy AK. We had to cross the Nenana River by rowing across, then drag the boat back up river. The Nenana is quite fast. Had one of the hunters pull the boat up the bank while I kept it away from the brush on the bank. He tripped and let loose the rope. The front in swung out causing the boat to be pushed sideways under an over hanging brush, swamping it. We lost everything except some gear I took over in the first trip. Spent the night drying out and had to hike out about 20 miles via Healy where there is a bridge.

Another time I was hunting geese in the Palmer hay flats near Anchorage. These are mud flats. When the tide is in the is nothing but water, when the tide is out its all mud & silt. I had to stay in the boat either way. I was sleeping one night and the front anchor came loose swinging the bow over a mud bank which at the time was under water. When the tide went out, the front end of the boat was on the bank, the rear in the channel, dumping most of my gear, which included a gun case with two shotguns and a Model 29 Smith.

Alaska hunting is fun.

April 16, 2012, 09:34 AM
When I was about 14 or so I walked up on some guys in the process of stripping a stolen Mustang while squirrel hunting. There was an old logging road that was still driveable for the 1st 200 yards or so into the woods where it became impassable. I was easing along just at daylight coming down the road from the other direction when I walked up them just as they were setting it on fire.

If I'd been timed I believe I would have set a new Olympic record for the 2 mile run as I made it home.

I doubt if it were really dangerous but I came up on the remains of a moonshine still a year or so later near there. It appeared to be a pretty big operation that had been destroyed fairly recently. This would have been in the early 70's.

April 16, 2012, 09:43 AM
This past winter when clambering into my tree stand I managed to drop my 336 16' onto it's butt. Fortunately I carry it on half cock with the safety on for trips up the ladder, but in the hour (or so it seemed) that it was falling I had plenty of time to convince myself I was about to get shot.
I don't know if that's a "close call" per say, but it was scary.

April 16, 2012, 09:47 AM
I once was bow hunting deer here in Idaho and had a moose get with in 10 yards of me. I slowly backed away toward my tree stand. The Moose just looked at me for about 3 min before it walked off.

I did not get a deer that season but was happy that I got to keep my life. Moose in a bad mood can kill. :(

Wild Bill Bucks
April 16, 2012, 10:04 AM
A few years ago, I was sitting in a ground blind, and had to take a left handed shot at a buck. Being right handed, and having to reach around the blind, put me in a very un-orthodox shooting position.

As the buck came into the sights of my .50 cal I pulled the trigger, and as I did, the rifle slipped off my shoulder, and the scope hit me right square in the nose, setting me on my butt.

I'm seeing that black pattern with all the little stars in it, for quite a bit, and think about going to see if I had hit the deer. When I walked to the spot, I saw a drop or two of fresh blood, and started to trail it, when I realized that almost every where I looked there was fresh blood on the ground. I trailed it for about 20 yards before I figured out that I had busted my nose, and I was trailing my own blood.

Isn't what I would call a dangerous happening, but if I had been in a tree stand the story might end a lot less humorous.:o

April 16, 2012, 03:38 PM
I was hunting near the big town of Edna, Texas, on a small deer lease we had. I was about a mile from camp, sitting on a folding stool and looking down a pipeline right of way, and here came a nice buck. I shot him, waited a bit, and went down to get him. He had walked up into a thicket before he died. It didn't look like much of a serious thicket, and the buck was smaller than he looked in the scope (funny how that works), so I was just going to step through a gap in the thicket and drag him out. Had the rifle in my right hand and the binocs in my left hand. As I stepped in, my right boot hung up in some vines so I had to quickly bring my left foot forward to balance myself. But, the left foot hung in a vine as I was moving forward. I hit the ground face down and full length so hard and so fast that I was knocked out for a short while. When I came to, my back hurt so bad that I thought I had broken it. Pain was incredible. I left the rifle, the deer, the binocs, and crawled about 100 yards to my ATV. I knew I'd have to ride it to the camp since the lease was mostly swamp. Crawling all the way was not workable. After a time, and great pain, I got up on the Yamaha and got it started and moving. I had to go slower than walking since it hurt so bad. When I got to camp, my buddy's new girlfriend had every drug known to man, being a fulltime hypochondriac. Thank the Lord for her. After 2 days on whatever major league painkillers she gave me, I was able to make it to the doctor. Nothing permanently damaged. I've never before or after had pain like that.

April 16, 2012, 06:05 PM
One of my hobbies is falconry. One of the toughest quarries we fly are grouse, in this case it was sharptailed grouse. I'm out in the Summit Hills all by myself and spy a flock of sharptails heading into wheat stubble. All I have to do is to climb over a fence and make my way towards the grouse, release the falcon then the dog, get a point then flush the grouse at the proper time. Nothing to it. That fence presented a problem so I go to a corner post with a cross bar on top which I can crawl over with the falcon on the fist without any worry of hurting the fence or myself. Up I go then I slipped on the coating of ice on top and come crashing down on the ground to land on a 4x4 flat on my back on the other side. Not only that I hit my head on something getting stunned good and proper. I have no idea how long I laid there. When I opened my eyes I was sort of proud of myself that I'd not let go of the falcon but I was having a hard time making my body do what it was supposed to. Another few minutes went by and I finally was able to get up, still the hooded falcon was sitting on my fist as if nothing had happened. In her mind nothing had happened. My truck wasn't too far away so instead of trying to go over the fence I crawled underneath it as best as I could without leaving too much fabric on the barbs. When I got back to the truck that old dog was no where to be found. Thank the powers that be she was trained to come back to the horn of the truck. I blew a few notes and she appeared. Then we went home.

This story reminded me of another that happened there too. To the West of where I was in the previous paragraph is a creek. I jumped the creek with the falcon and the dog doing her best to not heel. She's a setter, what do you expect? Anyway over the creek I go. Upon landing one of my feet goes into a hole where I hear a loud "CRACK!!" All I could think was, "Oh crap. I've broken something!" But there was no pain. After a little feeling around I found right at the entrance of that hole was a real dry stick that made a real loud "CRACK"

April 16, 2012, 10:58 PM
had a good one bow hunting :D my first time hunting was when i was 18 we had a cook next door, he was always in to this or that and drugs crossed property often. keep you friends close and your enemies closer. he and i got to be some what well aquanted not that i am into anything of that sort but simply because we just moved into a bad part of town and the friendship was mutualy benficial. we gave him a plot to garden and he watched out for us. not that kind of garden either. after some time we got to talking and i said how i had never really been out hunting, he offered to take me out on his families property and bow hunt for white tail. we started out by circling the ridge. i went up top where i could get a better shot and he flanked the hill to kick them up hoping to give me a shot.no luck salking so we decided to pick a spot and call them in. about an hour into it i am sitting in a hide and he is off a few yards with a set of antlers trying to bring them in. he looked down and saw a spot of blood. and as he looked closer he found another and another. he waved me over and showed me his find. he said "look here, see that blood it goes out tward the point. i bet some one got a shot at one and i crossed the fence and ran. bloods fresh lets see if we can track it." it was on his land a few acres from the fenceline he said in W.V. that it was his dear and by law he was right. (ethics werent his strong suite). we tracked for close to an hour, up over the ridge and around making a loop right back to where we had started. puzzled he steps back and starts looking around for more clues.a minute or so later he starts cursing and throwing a fit. i couldnt figure out what the heck was going on. he stuck him self in the calf with his broadhead and didnt know it. we tracked his blood for about three hours because he was to loaded up to feel anything. that was the last time i hunted with him.
after that i started reading and researching and hunting alone. 5 years later got my first and second with a rifle in the same season.

April 16, 2012, 11:19 PM
January 20th, 2009 started with a pretty bad omen.

Rather than deal with the spectacle that was the Obama Inauguration, my buddy and I decided to go hunting for ducks on the Upper Potomac River - about 10 miles outside of DC. It was a super bitter cold morning (well below zero), and we left real early to have enough time to break ice through the stream and get his boat out into the channel.

After spending some time on the river, and losing a number of decoys to ice flows - and seeing no birds in flight - I spotted a bunch of ducks in the water on the other side of an island. I had the brilliant idea to send my dog in to flush them, while we walked across the island to outflank them when they took flight.

All went as planned until we got off the boat. He started walking, and I followed in his path. I went maybe 5 feet from the boat - along some ice - when I plunged straight down.

Luckily I was holding my shotgun such that as I crashed through the ice, it hit the ice and supported my weight. Nevertheless, I was down in the icy cold water up to about 1/2 inch of the top of my waders. He was sort of stuck with no options to get me out other than handing me his gun to grab on. Rather than do that, he bent a tree down to a point I could grab it and I slowly climbed out of the water.

I was literally a frozen block. My gun was encased in ice in no time, and we decided to head back. once we got back to dry land, I couldn't unload the gun because it was still frozen solid. And I had to cut my waders off in order to get into my car.

Its the scariest moment I ever had hunting. The scariest moment ever, came a couple of hours later - when after showering I hopped on the metro downtown and had the misfortune of having to witness Obama's innaugural parade.


Willie Lowman
April 17, 2012, 04:39 AM
The worst by far happened when I was 18.

There is a spot on the ridge behind my Grandma's house that the deer have always loved. Large patches of green briers and hemlock trees provide lots of cover for them. One morning just after sun up I saw, what I thought for all the world to be, a deer at the edge of the hemlocks. It was about 100 yards away. As I took the safety off on my 870 the guy stood up. He was dressed in full Carhartts with no orange on at all. The color of that fabric looked just like a deer in the morning light. If he hadn't stood up when he did, I probably would have put a slug into him thinking that I was looking at a deer in light cover. He saw me (I don't know if he realized I nearly shot him) and took off. I found out later that it was a neighbor that had been sneaking onto the property without permission.

The lesson. Know your target. Know your target. know your target.

April 17, 2012, 02:08 PM
One of the worst experiences of my life was almost 4 years ago. It was July and I was moving some stands, getting ready for hunting season. I climbed up into one of my favorites that had been in the same tree for about 4-5 years. I had a chain around the top and a nylon strap around the bottom. Since the tree had grown a little over the years, the strap had sunk into the tree and there was no way I could loosen it, so I cut it. Well as soon as the weight was placed all on that chain it snapped and I went down backwards. It was 21 feet from the platform I was standing on to the ground and I landed flat on my back. I was knocked out cold for a little while and came to with a searing pain in my arm. Luckily my friend was there and he helped me get a strap around my arm as a sling and drove me to the hospital. My left upper arm was shattered down the bone, but nothing else was wrong, I feel like I must have landed on an angel. The arm took forever to heal, I couldn't bow hunt for two years. The worst was I had a 5 week old at home along with two toddlers, it really hit me hard how close I came to making them grow up without a dad. I learned my lesson though, wear a harness whenever you are in a tree! Its a hassle sometimes, but leaving your wife a widow and your kids fatherless is a bigger hassle.

April 17, 2012, 03:26 PM
I found out later that it was a neighbor that had been sneaking onto the property without permission.

I've posted of this before but three members of the same family have come close to shooting me on my own property.
They are a 'poster family' for the commercial titled...
'A mind is a terrible thing to waste'.

Lets start with how I met the dad:

Was splitting wood in the yard one fall afternoon. The splitter ran out of gas and just as it shut off, there was a shotgun blast that sounded like it was right next to me. As I ducked, buckshot rained down over me. I looked in the woods no more then 20-30yds and saw a guy standing there with a shotgun.
I realized he was shooting at squirrels literally at the edge of the yard, I then did something very stupid, flew mad and ran down there to where he was. I asked this guy who he was, he told me he lived across the road. As I'm telling him off, I couldn't help but notice the beer can setting at his feet along with the outline of cans(assuming more beer) stuffed in his hunting vest. Told him to leave and never come back.

Next, the son(12 yrs. old at the time):

He was walking a bottom of a steep banked ravine shooting at squirrels that were running the trees at the top of the ravine walls. With a 22. No background what-so-ever. I'm up in my tree stand, atop the ravine and his first shot bought took me out of the stand.
His dad sent him back in the woods and told him how to hunt the ravine.

Third was the daughter(11 yrs old at the time):

Deer shotgun season. At first light,I shoot a doe which ran into an old dried up pond full of cattails. Waited about 30mins. and proceeded into the cattails expecting to retrieve the deer. Next thing I know, a shotgun blast that sent a slug over-top my head. I started yelling, came up out of there to find this young girl sitting on a stump.
Her moron dad had brought her down there, sit her on the stump and told her to shoot at anything around the pond. He told her if she shot a deer to come home and get him. He would be sleeping on the couch.
As I was standing there trying to figure out what kind of idiot would leave their young daughter in the woods alone, I looked down and saw blood. Apparently, I flushed the deer I shot out the girls side of the pond, she shot at it and deer ran down into the ravine.
I told her she had shot a deer to go get her dad. When they came back, I asked him to step down into the ravine without the girl and he and I had ANOTHER not so friendly discussion.

Don't have anymore trouble with them since LE busted the dad for crack. ;)
I'm sure glad the woman of the house didn't hunt and there's no more family members.

April 18, 2012, 12:56 AM
I arrowed a fair 8 point one evening and located it just at dark with little difficulty. I did not have a rope or headlight with me. As it was not far to the truck, I grabbed it by an antler and started to drag. Didn't go but a few steps and ran headlong into limbs, scratching my eye badly in the process.

Left the deer, stumbled to the truck, rode home (nearby) and got bamaboy and wife, returned and recovered deer. By then I was in agony. Called a buddy, who watched the boy (he was in gradeschool) and dressed, skinned and quartered the deer. Bamawife hauled me to the emergency room, where I spent most of the night. MIssed a couple of days work too!

Lesson, don't get in a hurry, and get a light.

April 18, 2012, 01:01 AM
I've had one close call with a climbing treestand.

I went out on a big lmb (out of the stand) to prune a smaller limb for a shooting lane. When I returned to the stand and got a foot on it, it dropped about two feet. I got suspended by my safety belt (no vest or harness) and had some spooky moments while I flailed for the stand with my toes, while hanging by the belt, it around my arm pits.

Got lucky and hooked the stand with a boot toe and pulled it up and regained my footing.

Bought a decent vest/harness that season.

April 18, 2012, 03:33 AM
I had a close call Turkey hunting,set up a decoy on a pipe line in the clear,backed into the edge of the woodline & set up my blind.After a while,letting things settle down got out my call,& went to work.In less than 20 seconds 3rifle shots rang out,my decoy was hit twice.I just happened to be off to the side enough that I was'nt hit.

The hunter came down & apologized over & over.He kept saying it just looked & sounded so real.The man even had a scope on the rifle a22 Hornet.

By the way this happened in FLA. it was a legal firearm for turkey.Its so easy to get caught up in the hunt,You can never be to careful.

Deja vu
April 20, 2012, 01:50 PM
My brother and I was out scouting (mostly playing) hunting ground about 2 weeks ago, (We hunt the lolo area)

We walked around for several hours and decided to try an elk call just for fun (had no hunting rifles, just my CCW) and after a short time (less than 5 min) we could hear a response... too bad it was wolves.

We kept our eyes peeled and walked back to the jeep.

Nothing happened but it was a little frighting. They trailed us for about 20 min and then lost interest. I think they discovered that we where not elk.

April 20, 2012, 03:24 PM
The scariest moment ever, came a couple of hours later - when after showering I hopped on the metro downtown and had the misfortune of having to witness Obama's innaugural parade.

Sounds more like a 4 year nighmare.

April 20, 2012, 04:28 PM
The scariest moment ever, came a couple of hours later - when after showering I hopped on the metro downtown and had the misfortune of having to witness Obama's innaugural parade.

Sounds more like a 4 year nighmare.

If it is another 4 years, I heard nugent will either be dead or in jail.. his words....

makes me laff real loud there, both sides are so close and cater to their money men it just dont matter....

April 20, 2012, 06:54 PM
Nothing major.

Pelted by shotgun pellets from some dufus in the next field while pheasant hunting. My buddy downs a pheasant a few minutes later and his dog runs over and grabs it. He starts yelling "Don't shoot my dog." The dog came running back to him after a while of mauling the pheasant and he was reluctant to give it back.

The best was bow hunting. I was in a ground blind before sun up waiting for the first light. I was sitting on a little wooden fold up camp chair. I heard a snort to my left and when I turned to look the camp chair just shattered and left me laying in a heap with a deadly sharp broad head somewhere near me. I had to wait until the sun came up enough to safely extricate myself.

That last time I deer hunted state land where we had bullets whizzing over our heads a half hour before first light. One hit the tree i was leaning against. We waved off a bunch of guys that insisted we were in their spots. My buddy had a big old slug hole through the side of his truck bed and a couple through the tailgate when we finally gave up and went back to the truck.

lt dan
April 21, 2012, 04:16 AM
Shot a wart-hog a few years ago, frontal shot. when it turned around I could see the exit wound next to his tail. we started tracking it. this went on for 2 hours. Finlay found the borough he entered. went in after it with a couple of trackers an a spotlight. the 2 tracker was in front of me. when the hog charged, somehow the tracker came past me and left exited the opening before me. I took the brunt of the charge and was lucky it was my only injury. I thought the arm was broken but when i visited the local veterinarian he put his sonar equipment to work and concluded it was only a hairline crack



April 21, 2012, 11:50 PM
I went hunting with an "its ok, its on safety" kid. He had a 12gauge racked, on safety, finger on the trigger, AND aimed at my head... I politely asked that the gun be pointed in a safe direction, but it ended up pointed at me again, at which point I said that you dont get 2nd chances with 00Buck and decided to call it a day. Never hunted with the kid again.

Took my fiance's 10 year old brother shooting and he sent a .22 about 4 feet over my head. We had a talk and he went back to shooting pellet guns for a few weeks.

April 23, 2012, 01:36 PM
I just heard about a guy who shot his girlfriend... mistaking her for a hog :eek:
She must have been really ugly and hairy :D

April 23, 2012, 07:09 PM
Several close calls.....once crossing a beaver dam in 20 degree weather, dam broke under my weight and went under the icy water with only my head above water. Why I never went into hypothermia is a miracle.

Other incident involved an ATV tip over while hunting that took part of my pinky finger.....now they just call me ol' 9 1/2 fingers.


April 23, 2012, 09:51 PM
It would have been more scary if I hadn't been so mad.
Along about 1981-2, I invited a friend to my place to hunt deer. I had him a nice stand that he'd used in bow season and was hunting it again during the rifle season. It had been a wet fall and I still had several acres of soybeans unharvested so we were stand hunting those.
About 1/2 hour after first light a vehicle pulled into my field and drove right through the standing crop to stop right in front of my friend's stand. Guy gets out and goes hiking across the field never noticing the big orange blob 100' away. I got down from my stand, walked the 1/2 mile to see what's going on, and my friend related the situation. I was pretty PO'ed due to the damage to the field so I popped the hood and pulled the rotor from the vehicle. Then I sent my friend to another stand over the hill.
A couple of hours later, the guy returns to his vehicle, walks around it, and then follows my tracks back to my stand. He's hopping mad cause I "trashed his new pickup" and making some serious threats. My rifle was standing next to the side of my stand and my hands were crossed in my lap so the guy thinks he's got me cornered. I tossed the rotor to him and told him to get out of my field ASAP.
He was getting more stirred up and finally he popped. He'd been holding his Marlin 30-30 in his left hand and then he swung it across and grabbed it with his right hand in the lever ready to use it. My stand was maybe 8' high so I was a little above him and I just uncrossed my hands from my lap and let him see the muzzle of the 357 mag I'd been holding there all the time.
We had a slow motion moment and then he got real red faced and took off in a trot. I slid over enough to get a 3' thick cottonwood trunk between us and watched him until he was past my gate.
That boy nearly lost his life over a foolish trespass stunt and then failing to take his butt chewing like a man.

April 24, 2012, 01:48 AM
I was 16 at the time and living in the Lompoc area......actually Casmalia, and left the house for a morning deer hunt. After a long climb up to a mesa, I stopped under a small oak tree to catch my breath. I had a decent view across a narrow canyon and was looking around for any antlers sticking out of the brush below and across from me. I saw the dirt rise up from the ground about 6 feet to my left and heard a loud report from across the canyon. I grabbed my rifle from my lap and fired it into a tree below me and yelled across the canyon. I never did hear a reply or see anyone move but it sure ended my days hunting. Back then, they didnt have blaze orange, but I was wearing bright red. That kind of thing can happen when you run across "LA" hunters.

April 26, 2012, 07:13 PM
I had a dangerous mishap once many moons ago when I still hunted from tree stands. In fact that was the last time I ever hunted from a tree stand.

See I have a problem of not being able to stay awake in a stand. Something about the quiet with the swaying of the tree in the wind puts me to sleep like a baby in a moving vehicle.

That morning I had a cold and instead of staying at camp I drank a double dose of NyQuil (I know stupid) and headed off to hunt. I climbed to my stand which was only 8 ft off the ground and sat down to await the deer. Well I had forgotten to attach my safety harness to my anchor line and as such I fell asleep some time after 0730. My father found me on the ground out cold, my rifle still hanging on a branch next to my stand, around 0830 when he couldn't raise me on the radio (checking up on me). Yep I was so soundly asleep I never awoke when I fell. A trip to the doctor revealed a couple of broken ribs and some bruises from having fallen on twigs and roots but I wasn't seriously hurt.

So now its no more meds and no more tree stands for me when I hunt. I am either well enough to hunt or I'm not but I don't take cold meds anymore and I won't go up in a tree stand anymore.

Nate Shult
April 28, 2012, 02:13 AM
I guess the only real close call I had was 2 years ago or so. I was walking a crick on a Wildlife Management Area where I routinely jumped wood ducks at mid day. This day it was a little later in the afternoon. I came up on a group of 6 that were tucked under the near side bank that didn't flush until I was 10-15 yards away from them. The first shot hit a nice drake and 4 birds flew across the creek to the left. 1 bird took the near side and flew to my right. The limit in Minnesota was 2 wood ducks back then so I didn't want to risk shooting 2 with 1 shot. I swung right and just as the barrel was clearing through the bird I heard a shout of "don't shoot!" I lowered my gun very startled cause I was alone and there weren't any cars in the lot. Then I saw a guy in a treestand bow hunting deer. It turned out he lived next door to the WMA and routinely bowhunted out of a stand he had hung out there 20 some feet up. I never saw him coming up and even when he started talking. Nothing real bad happened but it always scared me as to what could have happened in the blink of an eye. He told me he had seen me coming and knew there were ducks there so he didn't want to ruin my shoot, but I wish he would have said something before I started shooting.

April 28, 2012, 08:42 AM
Not a mishap but high potential for one. I was deer hunting on a friend's private land, with permission. I had been setting on my stand for about an hour when I heard voices behind me. I looked and there was a man and a woman about 100 yards away. It was open woods and I could see and hear them clearly. I stood up and started shouting and waving my blaze orange cap ( I was also wearing a blaze orange vest) to let them know I was here. No response. After a couple minutes of this I started walking towards them still shouting and waving the cap. They never noticed. I could see they were looking over my ATV where I parked it. I kept walking and got within five feet of the woman before she noticed me at all. I almost had to poke the man before he became aware someone else was near him. :eek: As politely but as forcefully as I could I told them they had no business being in the woods with loaded guns. The woman still had a confused stare on her face and it was obvious she didn't have a clue what was going on. The man finally agreed with me and they moved on. Very scary to think people like that are in the woods with guns. I learned later they left the woods and quit hunting, at least, for that day.

May 2, 2012, 09:37 PM
Many yrs ago when tree stands wrer just coming in I built one ion a tree, not a store bought one.

Some mornings later I climbed the ladder, threw my rt hand up onto the seat, released my lt hand and the right one slid off on th e frost.

Down I went onto my back. Was about 15'. Luckily there were no projections there. I was unhurt.

I had cut a small pine 1" diameter about 6' farther away, 1 foot high stump. Had I landed on that it would have all been different.

PA Hunter37
May 4, 2012, 02:16 PM
Never had one personally but a few years ago my Dad witnessed something scary. We were all set up at first light. Around 7 AM this old gentleman that knows my Dad came wondering over to chat him up. After about 15 the gentleman walks over to his tree stand and starts to climb up. About half way up the board pulled out of the tree. Yes it was an old stand with nailed on 2X4's as a ladder. I figure this guy was late 60's or early 70's (no offense to you older guys):o. Of course I didn't know all this at first, I just heard the ambulence come in and later the life flight as they got gim out of the woods and to the local hospital. Cracked three ribs and broke his back.:(

Major Dave (retired)
May 6, 2012, 11:33 PM
almost blew my head off with a 12 gauge.

We were driving down a 2 track in his truck, both guns unloaded and placed in the camper topper, when he decided to stop and try to shoot a dove that landed about 30 yards ahead, in the 2 track.

Well, I was taught that you shoot only flying doves, not those that land nearby. Not sporting, I was taught.

So, I stayed put in the passenger seat, while he slips out from behind the steering wheel, and goes to the rear of the truck to get his gun.

He got his gun, loaded it, and tried sneaking up to the open drivers door to take a shot.

Bird spooks, flies away, no shots fired.

He goes back to the tailgate, opens the camper rear window, and...BOOOOM!!!

Blows about a 2 inch diameter hole thru the back window, and about a 6 inch hole thru the windshield.:eek:

At first I thought the shot came from an unseen person in front of the truck, until I turned my head to look toward the back of the truck and saw the hole in the rear window -ABOUT 24 INCHES FROM MY HEAD!!:mad:

I STILL don't know how he managed to shoot a gun he was putting away.:confused:

We don't hunt together anymore.:mad:

May 6, 2012, 11:54 PM
We shut down the farm on 2 days, Christmas and first day of deer season. Not so much that I like hunting, (I do) but because every cityboy hunter thinks a horse looks like a deer. No horses are allowed out of the paddock area and me and the hands take turns driving around the property making sure the illiterates don't miss the 3'X3' bright orange/black signs every 100 yards that say

NO Hunting
NO Trapping
NO Trespassing

My wife also has her truck and trailer set up for trauma work in case any horses gets shot in the area, usually it happens. :mad:

May 8, 2012, 01:38 PM
I tipped a stand down with my dad in it, he had just climbed up, rifle on his back I had asked him before if it would hold us both, I was over 200pounds at 15yo, I get one step up the ladder and one leg of the stand breaks, it falls really slowly so I have time to jump aside. My father not so much.

Landed on his rifle and broke the stock and squased the radio (and no cell coverage). he was quite woozy and I had to support him all the way back to the car, and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree so he is a big fella to

Another time we were at our hunting range, it is located behind/below a target shooting range that has got a sizeable bulletstop. I dunno what those target guys were doing but all of a sudden we started hearing bullets drop around our littel shoot-cabin How they managed to shoot over that wall is beyond me

May 8, 2012, 01:40 PM
are you serious Egor? I've heard similar stories over here aswell but just assumed it were jokes. are people that stupid or do they do it on purpose?

May 9, 2012, 05:50 PM
are you serious Egor? I've heard similar stories over here aswell but just assumed it were jokes. are people that stupid or do they do it on purpose?

Yes, its not a joke.

I don't think they're malicious, just plain dumb. My wife's a veterinarian that specializes on horses. Almost every opening day, she has a patient. The year from Nov.2010 - Nov.2011, she had 9 horses and and 13 other livestock shot she had to tender to. those are just her patients, she's not the only Vet in the area (don't have the other vet records).

I'd say something about dumb hunters, but the Mods would ban me :mad:

May 11, 2012, 05:26 PM
The day that big bear tried to take my elk was the scarriest time I've ever had hunting!

May 11, 2012, 10:28 PM
I don't think they're malicious, just plain dumb. My wife's a veterinarian that specializes on horses. Almost every opening day, she has a patient. The year from Nov.2010 - Nov.2011, she had 9 horses and and 13 other livestock shot she had to tender to. those are just her patients, she's not the only Vet in the area (don't have the other vet records).

OK lady OK, its your elk, just let me get my saddle and bridle off it.

May 11, 2012, 10:31 PM
My serious note was back a ways in this thread, but I did have one other scare years ago. I was working in New Orleans back then and I was big into bass fishing in my Pirogue. I had bought it cheap, and it was small and there wasn't much boat sticking out of the water when I was in it with all my gear. I wanted a bigger boat, so I put out the word that I'd sell the pirogue. A guy I knew, a real big guy that was maybe 6 foot 5 and 260 pounds, offered me money for the boat. I sold him the boat. It was a really cold (for south Louisiana) duck season by then and this guy had a new shotgun and was pumped to go hunting. I heard shortly after that that the boat I had sold him had sunk with him and the brand new shotgun, and in deep cold salt water. I also heard that he was looking for me. He wanted a refund, but he had shot about 5 holes in the boat after he dragged it to land. After I avoided him for a week, he calmed down. Whew! He was a whopper of a guy. I laughed about all that for years, but never around him.

May 11, 2012, 10:35 PM
And Kraig's note reminds me that back in the 60's, when I was working at wiping windows and filling gas tanks at Dad's Exxon station (Esso, back then), a couple of guys from south Louisiana came in to the station for gas during deer season and they had a goat tied across the back of the car. I was just a kid and told Dad about the goat and he just said "fill em up and don't say a word about the goat".

May 11, 2012, 10:44 PM
I don't think they're malicious, just plain dumb. My wife's a veterinarian that specializes on horses. Almost every opening day, she has a patient. The year from Nov.2010 - Nov.2011, she had 9 horses and and 13 other livestock shot she had to tender to. those are just her patients, she's not the only Vet in the area (don't have the other vet records).

OK lady OK, its your elk, just let me get my saddle and bridle off it.

You just made me choke on a bourbon Kraig.

May 14, 2012, 09:50 PM
Did you ever hear the old joke about the farmer was painting COW on the side of his bull when a neighbor pulled up in his pickup. The neighbor stood there scratching his head till he said "Jed why are you painting COW on the side of your bull?"

Wait for it!!:D

Jed replied "I don't want to confuse any of those city fellas that are out here hunting for their first time."

I did hear a true story about a couple shooting an white Angora goat and putting it in the trunk of their car. When they proudly showed it the the farmer, who had foolishly given them permission to hunt on his property, he call the local sheriff, game ranger and his lawyer (the goat was worth quite a lot of money).