funniest hunting stories

chemist308 · October 1, 2005, 08:54 AM

Well, I've got a couple that I know of and would like to share. If you have any or know of any through friends, share:

PA Flintlock Muzzleloader season: A guy at work I know came in after a couple days of flintlock hunting and had his thumb completely wrapped in white guaze bandage. We asked him what had happened and I'll never forget the story he told. He was out and saw a beautiful buck. Shouldering the rifle he pulled the trigger, and as many flintlock hunters have experience--click, spark, nothing... Well the deer wasn't going anywere so he tried this a couple more times eventially getting a shot off. The shot must have been at an off angle, as it immobilized the deer by breaking one hind and one front leg. The down deer seemed docile enough so he thought rather than go through the hassle of a reload, and the possibility of not getting another shot off anyway...well why not take the deer Jim Bowe style--that is slit it's throat with his hunting knife. From what I understand the buck was going along with the plan allowing his horns to be taken in one hand until...the knife was lain against it's throat. At that point the buck did raise at least one objection turning head quickly and tearing our friend's thumb with the antlers as it turned. To conclude the buck did eventually make it to the freezer after taking another round from a flintlock, but not without getting at least one good lick in, and the friend took some stitches in his thumb and has a story for the grandkids in 30 years

The other story involves my dad, shortly after coming home from Vietnam, 4 deer and Mosin Nagant rifle. More to come on that later...

Jseime · October 1, 2005, 05:58 PM

I was whitetail hunting with some cousins and I got lucky enough to down a big bad five pointer who came running out of the bush. He was followed however by a bigger badder six point. my cousins dad calmly asked for a gun and was handed his old .303 from the guy stuck in the back seat. he was standing up and took careful aim at the buck which had stopped at 150 yards and pulled the trigger... nothing. he worked the bolt and there was no round in the chamber so he closed the bolt and tried again... nothing. the buck took off never to be seen again and buddy in the back seat pipes up saying "oh would you like this" as he stuck the magazine out the window. followed by "geez it was only a deer" when he was told it was a good thing he was in the truck or the barrel would have been wrapped around his ears had he been standing outside.

roy reali · October 3, 2005, 03:43 PM

I was pheasant hunting at a club with my dog. I winged a flushed bird. I was not sure if the bird was going to go down or not. As I was planning another shot, he made into a tree. He landed near the top, about fifty feet off the ground. My dog was trying to climb the tree to get at the bird. I thought and thought about how I was going to get this bird down. I had no choice but to shoot him out of the tree. The bird almost landed on top of my dog. The dog gave me a look as to ask if this will be our new method of hunting.

shureshot0471 · October 3, 2005, 05:39 PM

Well this was deer season about 3 yrs ago and me and my father were on some propetry that we had been given premission to hunt and I had bugged him for about 2 weeks to hunt his stand well he finally aggred and he was to hunt mine. In order to get to my stand you must go up a great big hill and when it rained you could not hardly walk up it well he wanted to drive up it well he wound up slidind off into the trees and nocking off the mirror and putting o huge dent in the side well in the mean time I am hearing all of the comition on the other side and paying attention to all of that this buck walks out and I dont even notice him he startled me and 45 yrds from my stand stood a giant 8-point needless to say i shot him and wound up killing the biggest deer that has ever been killed on that property at a 145 7/8" deer and my dad was not too happy either

ltdave · October 3, 2005, 07:04 PM

i usually use a 168g .308 running about 2600fps (i THINK). but gun season was over so i used a 52,500,00g F250 running almost at 88fps last year to take a medium-small 8 point...

i called the sheriff because the deer wasnt dead. i had only broken its back and i didnt want to touch off a round without anyone clearing it first. especially since that would be ILLEGAL...

the sheriff came out and popped a round in its noggin' and went back to his car to fill out the kill tag. when he came back down the hill to where the deer had crawled before being shot, i had my 2 Dcell flash light and folding box cutter out. he asked if i planned to gut it right there (on the periphery of someones yard) and i said i sure was because my wife would have a fit if i did this in MY front yard...

he said hed never seen it done and would it be okay if he watched since his son had just taken a hunter safety class with his father in law. i said sure but just be aware that i had only SEEN it done ONCE, THREE years ago...

i ended up with some super tasting deer and about 200 foot long sticks of sausage. its easier to share with co-workers than a handful of raw hamburger

my only hunting story worth telling...

the deer scored a 55 on some score thing and there wasnt a mark on the truck or on the deer. other than the .40cal hole in the back of his head...

david

psycho nut · October 3, 2005, 08:27 PM

Last year while pheasant hunting a blew the head off of the bird, literally, I have a picture too, bird, puff of feathers, head. I find it very funny.

DimitriS · October 3, 2005, 11:32 PM

A good hunting partner of mine goes moose hunting every year in Northern Ontario (we go deer hunting together and we have been friends for a long time).

Well like every moose season he goes off for a month out in the bush with his hunting party. Well 3 years ago he went hunting for moose like every November and he was feeling mother nature calling him so he unloaded his rifle and he went to do his bussince alittle away from were he was waiting. He doesnt till the last minute that 2 moose walked right from the far edge of the clearing towards him when they are 30 yards away. He was scared and he quicky loaded his rifle and got them both "cowboy" style shooting from the waist.

He even has one of the mooses racks still. Keeps it in his living room its huge

Dimitri

trooper3385 · October 4, 2005, 03:33 AM

Several years ago, my dad and I went on a Mule Deer hunt in west texas at a college buddy of his's ranch. There was another guy there hunting as well. I have no idea who he was or where he was from, but from his actions, I would say East Texas. Anyway, we all returned around noon time from the morning hunt. The guy was alittle upset, but didn't want to say why. After awhile, and several people asking questions, he told us. Apparently, he had got ahold of something bad the day before. He was out walking that morning when mother nature called. So he found some bushes and dropped the coveralls that he was wearing. Only problem, he didn't get the coveralls completely out of the way and took a crap in them. He didn't relize it, so he finished his business, put the coveralls back on and continued hunting. Took him awhile to figure out why the smell kept following him around!!!

zeisloft · October 5, 2005, 01:19 PM

Similar story, But the guy, I hate to admit it, was a good friend of mine. Wearing a 1 piece zip up outfit, dropped a steaming pile in his hood. He didnt realize it till hours later back at camp. He just said he was glad it wasnt colder or he would have put that hood on.
~z

FrontSight · October 5, 2005, 01:45 PM

Not really a true hunting story, but here goes:

Last season my girl and I were half asleep, in our bed, at home, in her basement apartment in the city. My girlfriend gets up, and goes to the bathroom. When she came back, I asked her excitedly "Did you see any?" She looks left, looks right, then asks me "Um...see what?" To which I responded with an annoyed tone "D-E-E-R, what else??"

Hahahaha...talk about having deer on the brain...she laughed it off, but one day I know she's gonna get tired of my hunting obsession...

chemist308 · October 5, 2005, 08:13 PM

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...she laughed it off, but one day I know she's gonna get tired of my hunting obsession...

And you can bet that several years later, she'll bring this up

Well as promised, the second story: My dad had come home from 2 tours in Vietnam and before much time had passed it was deer season and my mom's friends wanted to take him hunting. He didn't have a rifle and had never hunted before, but someone loaned him a mosin nagant so he didn't object--no money out of his pocket. The nagants are the Russian surplus bolt action, five round in the clip gun.
They get out in the woods about a mile or so and split up a little. A small heard of deer come in range and before anyone can determine antlers my dad starts shooting. Well...no-one told him you could only shoot one deer and that it had to have antlers

The cool but kinda not cool part is he got off all five rounds and anchored four deer. Ran toward the downed deer and attempted to reload while on the run for the others, but they quickly slipped away. Upon reaching the downed deer he noticed the first one was still moving and attempting the stand on shattered legs or shoulder so he gave the poor thing the nagant's metal but plate. Seemed very surprised when 2 blows didn't finish it off, so he ended up shooting it. I believe his words were something along the lines of 'they must be tougher than people.' The guys driving came up asking who was using a semi-automatic and there he stood with the bolt action nagant.

They had to field dress the deer and cover them because they were doe ended up going back after dark with flashlights to recover them. At least the venison didn't go to waste...

Ac1d0v3r1d3 · October 6, 2005, 04:09 AM

your father seems like a pretty gung ho guy, and a darn good shot too.

FrontSight · October 6, 2005, 01:15 PM

LOLOL..that's an awesome story...and gives a little insight into what war must be like

siglaw · October 6, 2005, 03:06 PM

A few years ago my Dad was hunting wild boar in Central California. My Dad likes to find a spot take a nap and wait for the pigs, sure enough one came by. When my Dad opened his eyes the pig was about 175 yards away so he shouldered the trusty .270 Weatherby and let him have it, one shot the pig dropped dead.

Dad drives the truck over to pick him up and he finds two dead pigs, they were standing side by side and the bullet went through the first and killed the second as well.

DimitriS · October 6, 2005, 04:29 PM

Chemist that was a funny story

5 bullets and 4 deer in under a minute that must be a record with a bolt action or even a semi auto without a scope

Dimitri

chemist308 · October 7, 2005, 11:11 PM

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5 bullets and 4 deer in under a minute...

Yep, that's impressive. I think it was a lot less than a minute. Owning one myself, I tend to think the shape of the bolt handle might make it easier to reload and the open sites for faster targeting--I don't think he used many scoped rifles in the military.
Anyway i got that story out of him when I told him I was buying a nagant. He proceeded to say they were junk, but then told me about his experience...I guess he thought they were junk because he didn't get all 5 deer--lmao. Now if he'd had the model 44, at least he wouldn't have had to shoot that wounded deer a second time

guntotin_fool · October 8, 2005, 01:53 AM

Two funny stories.

in the years of antler only seasons and NO doe tags bucks on public land were rare in parts of Minnesota...I had decided that having six guys standing in the 200 or 300 yards in front of my deer stand was not going to work so I climbed down and moved to the other side of the hill. fairly soon a buck starts walking toward me. Nice small 6 pt deer, I get all set to shoot him when i see him look over his shoulder and I peeked over nad there was a HUGE 10 pt deer walking up the hill too. I swung my gun over and took the shot, using a 7600 rem in 308. The buck stumbled and landed on both knees, but did not look like it was anchored so i popped it once more and it dropped to its side, maybe 4-6 seconds between shots, I looked over and the 6 pt was still standing there so I shot it, and it took off, two more shots and it fell just near the top of the hill laying against a log.

now this is on a hill side forested with all Oaks and a few basswood. no ground brush at all, so here laying on it are two deer plain as day. I sit stil make sure they both are dead and not scaring them into running and just waiting. fifteen maybe twenty minutes later i have finished my sandwich and hot cocoa, i pull my pack out and grab my knife and little saw and decide to get the job overwith. as I walk to the ten pointer I see another pumpkin suit walking over the hill to see me. I am no more than fifteen feet from the big deer and fifty yards from the second. he steps over the dead fall that the small deer was leaning against and stops a ways from me and asks "did you get one?" He was wearing a HUGE rambo style knife strapped across his chest and had a really shiny wood stocked weatherby with a HUGE scope on it... I look at him, the other deer, and then the one just behind him and say "nope he was running, just missed" I said. He was sort of confused and started to walk back and had just about stepped on the second deer when he stopped and shouted "you got one!!"
I kind of chuckled and said "yup," and he turns and reaching for the knife asks me if I needed any help gutting it and starts to pull out the big knife...Nope I say, "I need the practice" and walk over, he starts telling me all the different things i needed to do to "clean" the deer. at that time i used to use a little canadian pattern skiner about 3.5 inches long and by the time he was ready to tell me what i needed, I had finished the deer. i took out a stone and touched up the edge and said i can manage from here...walking away he walked within 10 feet of my big deer and never saw it...

second story, it was COLD about 5 above and it had rained and frozen the existing snow a few days before...we had decided to get some hot food for lunch so my brother was firing up the coleman stove, his brother in law was digging out the food and i was building a little fire to warm us up to.

all of a sudden the brother in law whispers loudly "DEER" and runs to get his rifle. i look up and there is a big deer with a runt rack just standing in the road looking at us....the brother in law gets about half way to his gun and slips and goes face down hard onto the frozen ground, my brother is trying to get his hands free and I am loading my rifle. brother in law grabs his rifle and trys to run around the Waggoneer and just as he gets to the road he slipps again and goes down this time butt first hard again spilling all his rounds from his hand in the process. Brother tries to get his marlin loaded stuffing rounds up the tube, decides to take a shot and thumbs hammer back and "click" nothing in the barrel. He tries to work the lever and somehow gets a doublestack jam. All this time deer is just standing there in the middle of the fireroad. I take my time and place the cross hairs on the chest and BLAM deer flops over dead on the road not a twitch not a kick just a dead deer. I am gloating and raising a rucus and i look at brother, in his haste to clear the double stack jam in his rifle he has really slit his finger badly. His brother in law is almost crying and he has a bloody eyebrow from falling the first time and he bit his lip on the second fall. NO one but me is very happy and all i can do is just gloat.

Walking to the deer, there is not a visible bullet hole I run my hand all over its chest and find nothing...till i lifted its head and finding that i had hit it in the eye and the bullet left out the opposite ear. Not a single hair on its head was touched just an in and out eye to ear. I pulled that shot about a foot and a half high....I have never lived that down they have lived down the falls and the cut

N.H. Yankee · October 8, 2005, 07:06 AM

well after 30+ years of hunting with the gang that couldn't straight and elmer fudd there are many gut busters. One year in the early 80's while hunting upper vermont for 2 weeks with relatives of an aquaintence I discovered a group whose family tree had NO branches. The first incident was when the father of this group shot a 4 pt deer and had it hanging in his garage at his trailer. After showing us his deer he turned around and promptly walked into the half open garage door and knocked himself out.

The next day one of his sons was checking the safety on his rifle and shot the radiator of my friends van. We were staying in a cabin 2 miles in the woods on a powerline and the son showed up with a friend wearing white carpenter pants, and sneakers to hunt deer in 15 degree weather. Then another one tries to drive to the cabin in his blazer, gets stuck and all I could here was an engine screaming for 30 minutes until they buried it almost up to the window and had to crawl out. Found out after they burned up the tranny and had to have a farm tractor come pull it out and bring it to the road. During the night carpenter pants got up and tripped and fell and knocked the woodstove almost totally over, the stovepipe fell off and smoked us half to death. he had no cot and kept trying to get in our cots and let him lay next to them rather then the floor. When he got to me I pretended to be asleep, rolled over and knocked him off onto the floor, he ended up with the floor as his sleeping partner.

We had about a 25lb box of hotdogs (we got for free from a drive-in rest) outside as we had no fridge due to no electricity. I got back to the cabin to find a bear had gotten into them and ate 1/2. That night I had to go out to relieve myself and as I was in the process I heard a bunch of crashing very close to me and I ran back inside peeing as I went fearing the bear had returned for seconds! Then a game warden who had checked our license twice already stopped us on a mountain to check them yet again, it was a day of freezing rain and as he approached he fell on his a$$ and slid right past us. he then got up and as he walked by he said, you boys are OK and got in his truck and left. He had to know who we were as our van had a stovepipe coming out the roof for the oil burning stove the guy had inside.

I rarely break the speed limit, but driving back home to N.H. I averaged about 20 over most of the way, especially getting out of VERMONT!!!!!!
Some day I may get up the courage to cross the stateline again, but DONT count on it! I don't remember their last name but am now wondering if it was DEAN!

kirbymagnum · October 16, 2005, 12:39 PM

one of my dads friends was partrige hunting and shot at one with a 410 and missed it flew so fast and hard it flew into a tree and died

TennesseeMedic · October 16, 2005, 01:31 PM

Just before whitetail season last year, I was scouting my favorite oak grove. I had found various tree rubs and several bedding areas. I decided to sit down and relax and enjoy the fresh mountain air, hoping I could see a few deer. I had just begun to go to my old blind when I heard the brush crackling, so I just stepped behind a briar thicket and squatted down. Well, to my surprise a big old black bear stepped into my path just about 10 feet from my concealed location. This big fella must have weighed at least 500 lbs. He was just lumbering along when he stops and looks right at me and then he sniffed the air, I know he was on to me being there. I wasn't scared but I was concerned due to the fact I only had a Gerber knife, hiking staff and cell phone. Just as was about to investigate me, a squirrel jumped from a tree above the bear, and I swear it looked said squirrel jumped on the bears head. Well this scared the bear away and he turned and went the opposite direction, he sounded like a D-8 bulldozer going off that ridge. I didn't know squirrels could be guardian angels.........

Doc

mongo523 · October 20, 2005, 10:46 PM

Dangitt N.H. Yankee... I laughed so loud that I woke up my kids and my wife is pissed at me!
This story is at MY expense... Mongo, the human pointer. I was probably grade school to early high school aged, hunting pheasant with my Dad and older brother. I was toting my Winchester 12 ga. pump, which is too dang heavy. It was at the end of a long day hunting (and walking) without a dog. Often we would stop at the end of cover and wait for a nervous bird to flush. I was dead tired, and decided to cradle my shotgun and rest my elbows on my knees. Of course, after being in this position for approx. 10-15 seconds or so, the PHEASANT that happened to be hiding about 6 feet in front of me decided to flush. My Dad and brother were laughing too hard to shoot at the rooster, and I only managed to get one shot off at the departing bird, and missed. To this very day, (about 25-30 years later) they proudly and loudly talk about me holding the perfect point on that rooster. I was just pissed that nobody shot the dang thing!

Shot_24 · October 26, 2005, 07:37 PM

Loonng time ago I was out with a friend squirrel and rabbit hunting walking along when a grouse flew up at our feet. He screamed like a girl and I raised up and made the shot of my life at 15 yds. Made a little smirk and asked him if he wouldn't mind keeping down the screaming as somebody might think I had hurt him!

I kept at him for most of the day and he missed enough to give me more ammo on him. On the way back home through a bunch of tight poplars and birch we see a squirrel high up jumping. SOOOOO I raised up and took one shot and dropped it mid jump. He told me I needed another hobbie

22 and a 410 shot gun taught me everything....

rapier144 · October 26, 2005, 08:28 PM

A few years ago i was bear hunting with a friend of mine my brother and a bunch of other people that my friend knew. Well the call came over the cb that they found a bear and was turning the dogs loose on it, We rolled up on the last place it crossed the road and jumped out.They was packing even more dogs on the bear. I asked how many was turned loose and the said about 20 dogs now. My friend started into the woods and asked if i was going since it was about 3 oclock right then i said no thanks because it was getting late and did'nt want to hike out in the dark dragging a pack of dogs. So he takes off. We meet up the next morning and he has bandges on his hands and arm and i ask him what happened. He said that only him and another friend went in after the bear and when they got to it it was bayed up in a thicket and weighed about 60lbs. with 20 dogs trying to get. In tennessee the bears have to be 80 lbs or more to be legal. They begin to pull the dogs off the bear and try to shove it up a tree the only problem was the bear was pissed off and started biting them at the same time the dogs are biting them to. So they're pushing this bear up a sapling (all they could find that was close.It latched on to the other guys foot bit the hell out of it . he didnt get out of the truck the next day dont blame him none either. so they save the cub and had to drag the pack of dogs away from the tree and out of the woods by themselves in the dark. Glad i didnt go in with them

GUNSMOKE45441 · October 27, 2005, 12:57 AM

N.H. Yankee
That opening story still has me lmfao

Quail Fat · October 28, 2005, 12:28 PM

When I was 13, me and my 11 yr old little brother and 13 yr old cousin went squirrel hunting out in the woods. We didn't see anything and were getting bored. My cousin Mike had to take a crap and took a dump. The three of us were staring at his [color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color], so I put the muzzle of my dads 20g side by side about 2 inches away from the dropping, and shot Mike's [color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color]. Needless to the [color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color] explodes and the three of us got showered by it.

October 1, 2005, 08:54 AM	#1
chemist308 Senior Member Join Date: July 28, 2005 Location: Pocono Mtns, PA Posts: 587	funniest hunting stories Well, I've got a couple that I know of and would like to share. If you have any or know of any through friends, share: PA Flintlock Muzzleloader season: A guy at work I know came in after a couple days of flintlock hunting and had his thumb completely wrapped in white guaze bandage. We asked him what had happened and I'll never forget the story he told. He was out and saw a beautiful buck. Shouldering the rifle he pulled the trigger, and as many flintlock hunters have experience--click, spark, nothing... Well the deer wasn't going anywere so he tried this a couple more times eventially getting a shot off. The shot must have been at an off angle, as it immobilized the deer by breaking one hind and one front leg. The down deer seemed docile enough so he thought rather than go through the hassle of a reload, and the possibility of not getting another shot off anyway...well why not take the deer Jim Bowe style--that is slit it's throat with his hunting knife. From what I understand the buck was going along with the plan allowing his horns to be taken in one hand until...the knife was lain against it's throat. At that point the buck did raise at least one objection turning head quickly and tearing our friend's thumb with the antlers as it turned. To conclude the buck did eventually make it to the freezer after taking another round from a flintlock, but not without getting at least one good lick in, and the friend took some stitches in his thumb and has a story for the grandkids in 30 years The other story involves my dad, shortly after coming home from Vietnam, 4 deer and Mosin Nagant rifle. More to come on that later...

October 1, 2005, 05:58 PM	#2
Jseime Senior Member Join Date: December 31, 2004 Location: Canada Posts: 1,775	Lee-Enfield and a big white tail. I was whitetail hunting with some cousins and I got lucky enough to down a big bad five pointer who came running out of the bush. He was followed however by a bigger badder six point. my cousins dad calmly asked for a gun and was handed his old .303 from the guy stuck in the back seat. he was standing up and took careful aim at the buck which had stopped at 150 yards and pulled the trigger... nothing. he worked the bolt and there was no round in the chamber so he closed the bolt and tried again... nothing. the buck took off never to be seen again and buddy in the back seat pipes up saying "oh would you like this" as he stuck the magazine out the window. followed by "geez it was only a deer" when he was told it was a good thing he was in the truck or the barrel would have been wrapped around his ears had he been standing outside. __________________ I love the smell of fresh shotgun in the morning.

October 3, 2005, 03:43 PM	#3
roy reali Senior Member Join Date: August 23, 2005 Posts: 3,248	Tree Top Pheasant I was pheasant hunting at a club with my dog. I winged a flushed bird. I was not sure if the bird was going to go down or not. As I was planning another shot, he made into a tree. He landed near the top, about fifty feet off the ground. My dog was trying to climb the tree to get at the bird. I thought and thought about how I was going to get this bird down. I had no choice but to shoot him out of the tree. The bird almost landed on top of my dog. The dog gave me a look as to ask if this will be our new method of hunting.

October 3, 2005, 08:27 PM	#6
psycho nut Senior Member Join Date: June 3, 2005 Location: Nebraska Posts: 480	Last year while pheasant hunting a blew the head off of the bird, literally, I have a picture too, bird, puff of feathers, head. I find it very funny. __________________ I can't spel.

October 5, 2005, 01:19 PM	#9
zeisloft Senior Member Join Date: June 7, 2005 Location: Amarillo TX Posts: 419	Similar story, But the guy, I hate to admit it, was a good friend of mine. Wearing a 1 piece zip up outfit, dropped a steaming pile in his hood. He didnt realize it till hours later back at camp. He just said he was glad it wasnt colder or he would have put that hood on. ~z __________________ A scalpel can be just as effective as a broadsword Obviously, Occam was not a reloader

October 3, 2005, 05:39 PM	#4
shureshot0471 Senior Member Join Date: October 1, 2005 Location: In the sticks of East Texas Posts: 185	Well this was deer season about 3 yrs ago and me and my father were on some propetry that we had been given premission to hunt and I had bugged him for about 2 weeks to hunt his stand well he finally aggred and he was to hunt mine. In order to get to my stand you must go up a great big hill and when it rained you could not hardly walk up it well he wanted to drive up it well he wound up slidind off into the trees and nocking off the mirror and putting o huge dent in the side well in the mean time I am hearing all of the comition on the other side and paying attention to all of that this buck walks out and I dont even notice him he startled me and 45 yrds from my stand stood a giant 8-point needless to say i shot him and wound up killing the biggest deer that has ever been killed on that property at a 145 7/8" deer and my dad was not too happy either

October 3, 2005, 07:04 PM	#5
ltdave Senior Member Join Date: September 16, 2005 Posts: 226	i usually use a 168g .308 running about 2600fps (i THINK). but gun season was over so i used a 52,500,00g F250 running almost at 88fps last year to take a medium-small 8 point... i called the sheriff because the deer wasnt dead. i had only broken its back and i didnt want to touch off a round without anyone clearing it first. especially since that would be ILLEGAL... the sheriff came out and popped a round in its noggin' and went back to his car to fill out the kill tag. when he came back down the hill to where the deer had crawled before being shot, i had my 2 Dcell flash light and folding box cutter out. he asked if i planned to gut it right there (on the periphery of someones yard) and i said i sure was because my wife would have a fit if i did this in MY front yard... he said hed never seen it done and would it be okay if he watched since his son had just taken a hunter safety class with his father in law. i said sure but just be aware that i had only SEEN it done ONCE, THREE years ago... i ended up with some super tasting deer and about 200 foot long sticks of sausage. its easier to share with co-workers than a handful of raw hamburger my only hunting story worth telling... the deer scored a 55 on some score thing and there wasnt a mark on the truck or on the deer. other than the .40cal hole in the back of his head... david

October 3, 2005, 11:32 PM	#7
DimitriS Senior Member Join Date: August 14, 2005 Location: Anywhere in Ontario, Canada Posts: 626	A good hunting partner of mine goes moose hunting every year in Northern Ontario (we go deer hunting together and we have been friends for a long time). Well like every moose season he goes off for a month out in the bush with his hunting party. Well 3 years ago he went hunting for moose like every November and he was feeling mother nature calling him so he unloaded his rifle and he went to do his bussince alittle away from were he was waiting. He doesnt till the last minute that 2 moose walked right from the far edge of the clearing towards him when they are 30 yards away. He was scared and he quicky loaded his rifle and got them both "cowboy" style shooting from the waist. He even has one of the mooses racks still. Keeps it in his living room its huge Dimitri

October 4, 2005, 03:33 AM	#8
trooper3385 Senior Member Join Date: September 8, 2005 Location: South Texas Posts: 814	Several years ago, my dad and I went on a Mule Deer hunt in west texas at a college buddy of his's ranch. There was another guy there hunting as well. I have no idea who he was or where he was from, but from his actions, I would say East Texas. Anyway, we all returned around noon time from the morning hunt. The guy was alittle upset, but didn't want to say why. After awhile, and several people asking questions, he told us. Apparently, he had got ahold of something bad the day before. He was out walking that morning when mother nature called. So he found some bushes and dropped the coveralls that he was wearing. Only problem, he didn't get the coveralls completely out of the way and took a crap in them. He didn't relize it, so he finished his business, put the coveralls back on and continued hunting. Took him awhile to figure out why the smell kept following him around!!!

October 5, 2005, 01:45 PM	#10
FrontSight Senior Member Join Date: September 9, 2005 Posts: 1,712	Not really a true hunting story, but here goes: Last season my girl and I were half asleep, in our bed, at home, in her basement apartment in the city. My girlfriend gets up, and goes to the bathroom. When she came back, I asked her excitedly "Did you see any?" She looks left, looks right, then asks me "Um...see what?" To which I responded with an annoyed tone "D-E-E-R, what else??" Hahahaha...talk about having deer on the brain...she laughed it off, but one day I know she's gonna get tired of my hunting obsession...

October 6, 2005, 04:09 AM	#12
Ac1d0v3r1d3 Senior Member Join Date: April 19, 2005 Location: Goldendale, Washington Posts: 439	wow your father seems like a pretty gung ho guy, and a darn good shot too. __________________ I aint the worlds best writer nor the best speller But when i believe in something i'm the loudest yeller. Woody Guthrie

October 6, 2005, 01:15 PM	#13
FrontSight Senior Member Join Date: September 9, 2005 Posts: 1,712	LOLOL..that's an awesome story...and gives a little insight into what war must be like

October 6, 2005, 03:06 PM	#14
siglaw Junior Member Join Date: May 17, 2004 Posts: 10	A few years ago my Dad was hunting wild boar in Central California. My Dad likes to find a spot take a nap and wait for the pigs, sure enough one came by. When my Dad opened his eyes the pig was about 175 yards away so he shouldered the trusty .270 Weatherby and let him have it, one shot the pig dropped dead. Dad drives the truck over to pick him up and he finds two dead pigs, they were standing side by side and the bullet went through the first and killed the second as well.

October 6, 2005, 04:29 PM	#15
DimitriS Senior Member Join Date: August 14, 2005 Location: Anywhere in Ontario, Canada Posts: 626	Chemist that was a funny story 5 bullets and 4 deer in under a minute that must be a record with a bolt action or even a semi auto without a scope Dimitri

October 8, 2005, 01:53 AM	#17
guntotin_fool Senior Member Join Date: November 18, 2004 Posts: 1,446	Two funny stories. in the years of antler only seasons and NO doe tags bucks on public land were rare in parts of Minnesota...I had decided that having six guys standing in the 200 or 300 yards in front of my deer stand was not going to work so I climbed down and moved to the other side of the hill. fairly soon a buck starts walking toward me. Nice small 6 pt deer, I get all set to shoot him when i see him look over his shoulder and I peeked over nad there was a HUGE 10 pt deer walking up the hill too. I swung my gun over and took the shot, using a 7600 rem in 308. The buck stumbled and landed on both knees, but did not look like it was anchored so i popped it once more and it dropped to its side, maybe 4-6 seconds between shots, I looked over and the 6 pt was still standing there so I shot it, and it took off, two more shots and it fell just near the top of the hill laying against a log. now this is on a hill side forested with all Oaks and a few basswood. no ground brush at all, so here laying on it are two deer plain as day. I sit stil make sure they both are dead and not scaring them into running and just waiting. fifteen maybe twenty minutes later i have finished my sandwich and hot cocoa, i pull my pack out and grab my knife and little saw and decide to get the job overwith. as I walk to the ten pointer I see another pumpkin suit walking over the hill to see me. I am no more than fifteen feet from the big deer and fifty yards from the second. he steps over the dead fall that the small deer was leaning against and stops a ways from me and asks "did you get one?" He was wearing a HUGE rambo style knife strapped across his chest and had a really shiny wood stocked weatherby with a HUGE scope on it... I look at him, the other deer, and then the one just behind him and say "nope he was running, just missed" I said. He was sort of confused and started to walk back and had just about stepped on the second deer when he stopped and shouted "you got one!!" I kind of chuckled and said "yup," and he turns and reaching for the knife asks me if I needed any help gutting it and starts to pull out the big knife...Nope I say, "I need the practice" and walk over, he starts telling me all the different things i needed to do to "clean" the deer. at that time i used to use a little canadian pattern skiner about 3.5 inches long and by the time he was ready to tell me what i needed, I had finished the deer. i took out a stone and touched up the edge and said i can manage from here...walking away he walked within 10 feet of my big deer and never saw it... second story, it was COLD about 5 above and it had rained and frozen the existing snow a few days before...we had decided to get some hot food for lunch so my brother was firing up the coleman stove, his brother in law was digging out the food and i was building a little fire to warm us up to. all of a sudden the brother in law whispers loudly "DEER" and runs to get his rifle. i look up and there is a big deer with a runt rack just standing in the road looking at us....the brother in law gets about half way to his gun and slips and goes face down hard onto the frozen ground, my brother is trying to get his hands free and I am loading my rifle. brother in law grabs his rifle and trys to run around the Waggoneer and just as he gets to the road he slipps again and goes down this time butt first hard again spilling all his rounds from his hand in the process. Brother tries to get his marlin loaded stuffing rounds up the tube, decides to take a shot and thumbs hammer back and "click" nothing in the barrel. He tries to work the lever and somehow gets a doublestack jam. All this time deer is just standing there in the middle of the fireroad. I take my time and place the cross hairs on the chest and BLAM deer flops over dead on the road not a twitch not a kick just a dead deer. I am gloating and raising a rucus and i look at brother, in his haste to clear the double stack jam in his rifle he has really slit his finger badly. His brother in law is almost crying and he has a bloody eyebrow from falling the first time and he bit his lip on the second fall. NO one but me is very happy and all i can do is just gloat. Walking to the deer, there is not a visible bullet hole I run my hand all over its chest and find nothing...till i lifted its head and finding that i had hit it in the eye and the bullet left out the opposite ear. Not a single hair on its head was touched just an in and out eye to ear. I pulled that shot about a foot and a half high....I have never lived that down they have lived down the falls and the cut

October 8, 2005, 07:06 AM	#18
N.H. Yankee Senior Member Join Date: October 17, 2004 Location: Rural N.H. Posts: 1,586	well after 30+ years of hunting with the gang that couldn't straight and elmer fudd there are many gut busters. One year in the early 80's while hunting upper vermont for 2 weeks with relatives of an aquaintence I discovered a group whose family tree had NO branches. The first incident was when the father of this group shot a 4 pt deer and had it hanging in his garage at his trailer. After showing us his deer he turned around and promptly walked into the half open garage door and knocked himself out. The next day one of his sons was checking the safety on his rifle and shot the radiator of my friends van. We were staying in a cabin 2 miles in the woods on a powerline and the son showed up with a friend wearing white carpenter pants, and sneakers to hunt deer in 15 degree weather. Then another one tries to drive to the cabin in his blazer, gets stuck and all I could here was an engine screaming for 30 minutes until they buried it almost up to the window and had to crawl out. Found out after they burned up the tranny and had to have a farm tractor come pull it out and bring it to the road. During the night carpenter pants got up and tripped and fell and knocked the woodstove almost totally over, the stovepipe fell off and smoked us half to death. he had no cot and kept trying to get in our cots and let him lay next to them rather then the floor. When he got to me I pretended to be asleep, rolled over and knocked him off onto the floor, he ended up with the floor as his sleeping partner. We had about a 25lb box of hotdogs (we got for free from a drive-in rest) outside as we had no fridge due to no electricity. I got back to the cabin to find a bear had gotten into them and ate 1/2. That night I had to go out to relieve myself and as I was in the process I heard a bunch of crashing very close to me and I ran back inside peeing as I went fearing the bear had returned for seconds! Then a game warden who had checked our license twice already stopped us on a mountain to check them yet again, it was a day of freezing rain and as he approached he fell on his a$$ and slid right past us. he then got up and as he walked by he said, you boys are OK and got in his truck and left. He had to know who we were as our van had a stovepipe coming out the roof for the oil burning stove the guy had inside. I rarely break the speed limit, but driving back home to N.H. I averaged about 20 over most of the way, especially getting out of VERMONT!!!!!! Some day I may get up the courage to cross the stateline again, but DONT count on it! I don't remember their last name but am now wondering if it was DEAN! __________________ The real danger to America is not abroad but within.. Having an open mind is a good thing, but not so open that your brains fall out! Save America, abort liberalism. Last edited by N.H. Yankee; October 9, 2005 at 08:30 AM.

October 16, 2005, 12:39 PM	#19
kirbymagnum Senior Member Join Date: October 15, 2005 Location: Alberta Posts: 410	one of my dads friends was partrige hunting and shot at one with a 410 and missed it flew so fast and hard it flew into a tree and died

October 16, 2005, 01:31 PM	#20
TennesseeMedic Member Join Date: August 8, 2005 Location: Tennessee. Posts: 91	Bear encounter Just before whitetail season last year, I was scouting my favorite oak grove. I had found various tree rubs and several bedding areas. I decided to sit down and relax and enjoy the fresh mountain air, hoping I could see a few deer. I had just begun to go to my old blind when I heard the brush crackling, so I just stepped behind a briar thicket and squatted down. Well, to my surprise a big old black bear stepped into my path just about 10 feet from my concealed location. This big fella must have weighed at least 500 lbs. He was just lumbering along when he stops and looks right at me and then he sniffed the air, I know he was on to me being there. I wasn't scared but I was concerned due to the fact I only had a Gerber knife, hiking staff and cell phone. Just as was about to investigate me, a squirrel jumped from a tree above the bear, and I swear it looked said squirrel jumped on the bears head. Well this scared the bear away and he turned and went the opposite direction, he sounded like a D-8 bulldozer going off that ridge. I didn't know squirrels could be guardian angels......... Doc __________________ "If there must be trouble let it be in my day, that my child may have peace." Thomas Paine "When you see a rattle snake poised to strike, you do not wait until he has struck before you crush him." Franklin D. Roosevelt :cool

October 20, 2005, 10:46 PM	#21
mongo523 Junior Member Join Date: May 17, 2004 Location: Illinois Posts: 8	Dangitt N.H. Yankee... I laughed so loud that I woke up my kids and my wife is pissed at me! This story is at MY expense... Mongo, the human pointer. I was probably grade school to early high school aged, hunting pheasant with my Dad and older brother. I was toting my Winchester 12 ga. pump, which is too dang heavy. It was at the end of a long day hunting (and walking) without a dog. Often we would stop at the end of cover and wait for a nervous bird to flush. I was dead tired, and decided to cradle my shotgun and rest my elbows on my knees. Of course, after being in this position for approx. 10-15 seconds or so, the PHEASANT that happened to be hiding about 6 feet in front of me decided to flush. My Dad and brother were laughing too hard to shoot at the rooster, and I only managed to get one shot off at the departing bird, and missed. To this very day, (about 25-30 years later) they proudly and loudly talk about me holding the perfect point on that rooster. I was just pissed that nobody shot the dang thing!

October 26, 2005, 07:37 PM	#22
Shot_24 Member Join Date: October 21, 2005 Location: Thornton, Co. Posts: 56	Loonng time ago I was out with a friend squirrel and rabbit hunting walking along when a grouse flew up at our feet. He screamed like a girl and I raised up and made the shot of my life at 15 yds. Made a little smirk and asked him if he wouldn't mind keeping down the screaming as somebody might think I had hurt him! I kept at him for most of the day and he missed enough to give me more ammo on him. On the way back home through a bunch of tight poplars and birch we see a squirrel high up jumping. SOOOOO I raised up and took one shot and dropped it mid jump. He told me I needed another hobbie 22 and a 410 shot gun taught me everything.... __________________ --------------------------------------------------- "Beer is living proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy"--Benjamin Franklin

October 26, 2005, 08:28 PM	#23
rapier144 Senior Member Join Date: October 2, 2005 Location: tennessee Posts: 686	A few years ago i was bear hunting with a friend of mine my brother and a bunch of other people that my friend knew. Well the call came over the cb that they found a bear and was turning the dogs loose on it, We rolled up on the last place it crossed the road and jumped out.They was packing even more dogs on the bear. I asked how many was turned loose and the said about 20 dogs now. My friend started into the woods and asked if i was going since it was about 3 oclock right then i said no thanks because it was getting late and did'nt want to hike out in the dark dragging a pack of dogs. So he takes off. We meet up the next morning and he has bandges on his hands and arm and i ask him what happened. He said that only him and another friend went in after the bear and when they got to it it was bayed up in a thicket and weighed about 60lbs. with 20 dogs trying to get. In tennessee the bears have to be 80 lbs or more to be legal. They begin to pull the dogs off the bear and try to shove it up a tree the only problem was the bear was pissed off and started biting them at the same time the dogs are biting them to. So they're pushing this bear up a sapling (all they could find that was close.It latched on to the other guys foot bit the hell out of it . he didnt get out of the truck the next day dont blame him none either. so they save the cub and had to drag the pack of dogs away from the tree and out of the woods by themselves in the dark. Glad i didnt go in with them __________________ Scan and Breathe Scan and Breathe Stupidity should hurt

October 27, 2005, 12:57 AM	#24
GUNSMOKE45441 Senior Member Join Date: December 2, 2004 Posts: 129	N.H. Yankee That opening story still has me lmfao

October 28, 2005, 12:28 PM	#25
Quail Fat Junior member Join Date: April 17, 2001 Location: Oklahoma Posts: 120	When I was 13, me and my 11 yr old little brother and 13 yr old cousin went squirrel hunting out in the woods. We didn't see anything and were getting bored. My cousin Mike had to take a crap and took a dump. The three of us were staring at his [color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color], so I put the muzzle of my dads 20g side by side about 2 inches away from the dropping, and shot Mike's [color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color]. Needless to the [color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color][color=#FF0000]█[/color] explodes and the three of us got showered by it.