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What's the funniest/scariest thing that has happened to you while hunting?
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The funniest thing that ever happened to me was I had put up a home made wooden 2 person ladder stand up on a ridge. My son and I climbed in about an hour before daylight. At daylight we watched a man and woman walk within 20 yards, make plans, then kiss and walk off in differnt directions. The husband walked to the base of our tree set on a fallen log, got comfortable and poured a cup of coffee. I'll never forget the look on his face as daylight broke and he looked up at our smiling faces. My son shot a nice 10 point as the man walked away.mY scariest incident was when I had been hunting a thicket, as i was exiting the thicket I had to bend under some brush to get thru and when I stood up I saw a nervously shaking fella pointing a rifle at me. He was shaking so bad and explaiined to me that he almost shot me, thinking a was a huge bear. Thank GOD we have to wear hunters orange in Arkansas.
I saw Cheney in the field!!!
Alex, you're safe with Cheney as long as you don't become a lawyer.
Scariest for me as when we were teenagers. We'd drive out before dark and park in this very old graveyard. We had to walk through the fog, often tripping over headstones to get to the woods. Nothing like tripping and falling down in the gray mist onto someone's grave. The chills. Some of the headstones were so old you couldn't read them. Lots of very spooky stories regarding that graveyard over the years. But it was the best squirrel hunting around. Figured we were the only one's crazy enough to go there.
my scariest moment i was walking in to my stand during the rut i did not have any liquid scents or any atraction scents just me and for some reason a buck bluff charged me i backed up against a big oak tree click off my safety and listened to that deer paw at ground and snort and blow at me for what i thought was hours but it lasted about 10 minutes and would you have it that deer troted off minutes before light i never seen him one time during the whole thing but by the grunts i would say it was an old deer i looked around after the sun came up and a few times he was only feet from me the ground was tore up about 7 feet from the tree out 30 yards away
One of the funniest things I ever seen was while pheasant hunting.My uncle sort of half crouching,handed me his shotgun and told me theres a rooster sittin tight in that clump of grass.Before I said a word he pounced on the clump of grass.And all hell broke loose!!It was a ferel tom cat, and holy fourth of july, what a site.It wasnt too funny that day but I get a giggle out of him all these years latter.
I was deer hunting on a beech ridge and I heard a clacking noise. When I get up from my sit I see bear tracks about 30 feet away from where I was sitting. I was scared so bed that I didn't sit on the ground for the rest of the year
I have a favorite spot to turkey hunt in a woodlot near Kirksville MO. The spot is on a ridge where 2 logging roads cross. One morning I noticed something out of place in the bushes nearby. It was an old grave the headstone said Jos Sears Born 1800 died July 13,1965. He died only a couple months after Lincoln was asassinated. Next I thought of all the times I had sat there in the predawn darkness by that grave waiting for daylight. Shot my two best turkeys at that spot 25 and 26 lbs.
A hunter in a nearby Adirondack campsite in Upstate NY reported that his 16 yr-old son missing, and all of us began a foot search. It was the son's first deer trip with his father and his father's friends, but the lad got separated and did not return to camp. We searched until it was dark without results. At first light, the search resumed. Needless to say, the boy's father was a wreck. Around 10AM, still searching, we learned the boy had been found. He was sitting on a rock, shivering in the middle of a creek, where he waded because he'd heard forest noises that fueled his imagination and he believed he was being stalked by black bears. Unfortunately, the creek masked the sounds of whistles and shots fired by the searchers who were looking for him. We lost a little of the hunt, but the understanding that the boy had been found redeemed the trip.
My dad was high in a climbing stand in the middle of the woods. About 30 minutes past dawn, a guy comes barreling through the valley, walking as fast as he could (they were on public land).
Evidently, the guy was trying to get to the truck but decided he couldn't make it. About 30 feet from the base of the tree my dad was in, the guy suddenly dropped his pants and decided that there was the spot he had to "do his business".
My dad was so embarrassed, that he decided he'd just stay quiet and hope that the guy wouldn't notice him. The guy finished, got up and started off. At the last second, he looked up and saw my dad sitting there in the stand. The guy did a double-take, then trotted off without saying a word.
My dad almost fell out of the tree he was laughing so hard.
Over thirty years ago in the back of the magazine was an add for Olt Predator calls. For about $5 you could get a piece of plastic that sounded like a dying rabbit. This was long before the calls became popular and much more refined. No one had ever heard of such a thing. I took the call out and had a blast. Fox, coyotes, mink everything came right in. I was about 14 years old and found a great spot where a strip of land went way out into a deep swamp. Anything approaching had to come strait in. I nestled in and began to tweet away. I was sitting cross legged with my rifle up when in mid squeal a bull snake the size of my leg came in at full speed, right into my lap. He lifted up and looked me right in the eye. I could feel him breathe and see his tong go in and out, it was easy because my heart had stopped beating the moment he was on my lap. In the blink of an eye he was gone and after a while I started to breath again. Wow. I’ve never hurt a snake since. Not even a copper head. After almost forty years of hunting he may be one of the greatest predators I’ve ever seen.
The funniest was years ago while hunting whitetails in Pennsyvania. I was sitting on a good stand, up tight against a stump. The snow had a good crust on it and I could hear deer coming long before I saw them. As was the case, soon I saw the legs, then the doe and her fawn came into my view, coming staight toward me. The fawn passed me by about 10 ft., the doe however came right up beside me. She was working her nose but I stayed motionless. As she stepped one more past me I cautiously put my hand out and touched her in the ribs. She launched sideways and landed spraddle legged, looking at me through eyes as big as ever. I just busted a gut laughing as she bounded off. I never saw an expression of surprise on an animal like that in my life.
Good one bull, i had a simular run in with a buck. I was walking down a thick ridge to a tent blind i had set. As I reached the open area just behind my blind two bucks were right in fromn of the blind and one ran est and the smaller ran west. I guess teh younger buck didnt know the area and turned around running right in front of me to get back with his buddy. the funny part was his eye as lookiing right at me as he ran by with this oh _-_- expression knowing he was in big trouble.
The scariest was back in "93", western Oregon blacktail deer hunt. Oregon's blacktail hunt ended the last 5 days of the season allowing you to shoot anything ( doe, spike buck, buttons,whichever......) to fill your tag. There is an area close to where I lived at the time that the deer heavily migrated into for winter forage. I had a tag and an empty freezer, the weather was nasty at higher elevations so I stayed close to home and hunted the local area. Unfortunately, so did a slew of other people. It was deja' vu all over again, to a time (23yrs earlier) and place that scared you all over. Literally!!, bullet's going every direction. I hunkered down and only moved when the shooting let up till I got back to my rig and got the heck out of there. I hunted high the next day and filled my tag with a whole lot less people around! Crazy day.
The scariest thing that happened to me was when i was elk hunting in colorado. we were walking down this heavily wooded sage oak area to our elk hunting spot when my dad saw a huge cinniamon black bear fifty yards away looking down at us from a cave. Scared the piss out of me and the coolest thing was that we got the bear on viedo and my friend Cody took pics of the bear.
don't put my name out you p!@#$!%@34! any way, i would have to agree with elkhunter_28. it was more cool than scary but the bear was huge and our whole party loaded up their guns just to make sure.
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The funniest thing that ever happened to me was I had put up a home made wooden 2 person ladder stand up on a ridge. My son and I climbed in about an hour before daylight. At daylight we watched a man and woman walk within 20 yards, make plans, then kiss and walk off in differnt directions. The husband walked to the base of our tree set on a fallen log, got comfortable and poured a cup of coffee. I'll never forget the look on his face as daylight broke and he looked up at our smiling faces. My son shot a nice 10 point as the man walked away.mY scariest incident was when I had been hunting a thicket, as i was exiting the thicket I had to bend under some brush to get thru and when I stood up I saw a nervously shaking fella pointing a rifle at me. He was shaking so bad and explaiined to me that he almost shot me, thinking a was a huge bear. Thank GOD we have to wear hunters orange in Arkansas.
Alex, you're safe with Cheney as long as you don't become a lawyer.
Scariest for me as when we were teenagers. We'd drive out before dark and park in this very old graveyard. We had to walk through the fog, often tripping over headstones to get to the woods. Nothing like tripping and falling down in the gray mist onto someone's grave. The chills. Some of the headstones were so old you couldn't read them. Lots of very spooky stories regarding that graveyard over the years. But it was the best squirrel hunting around. Figured we were the only one's crazy enough to go there.
my scariest moment i was walking in to my stand during the rut i did not have any liquid scents or any atraction scents just me and for some reason a buck bluff charged me i backed up against a big oak tree click off my safety and listened to that deer paw at ground and snort and blow at me for what i thought was hours but it lasted about 10 minutes and would you have it that deer troted off minutes before light i never seen him one time during the whole thing but by the grunts i would say it was an old deer i looked around after the sun came up and a few times he was only feet from me the ground was tore up about 7 feet from the tree out 30 yards away
One of the funniest things I ever seen was while pheasant hunting.My uncle sort of half crouching,handed me his shotgun and told me theres a rooster sittin tight in that clump of grass.Before I said a word he pounced on the clump of grass.And all hell broke loose!!It was a ferel tom cat, and holy fourth of july, what a site.It wasnt too funny that day but I get a giggle out of him all these years latter.
I was deer hunting on a beech ridge and I heard a clacking noise. When I get up from my sit I see bear tracks about 30 feet away from where I was sitting. I was scared so bed that I didn't sit on the ground for the rest of the year
I have a favorite spot to turkey hunt in a woodlot near Kirksville MO. The spot is on a ridge where 2 logging roads cross. One morning I noticed something out of place in the bushes nearby. It was an old grave the headstone said Jos Sears Born 1800 died July 13,1965. He died only a couple months after Lincoln was asassinated. Next I thought of all the times I had sat there in the predawn darkness by that grave waiting for daylight. Shot my two best turkeys at that spot 25 and 26 lbs.
A hunter in a nearby Adirondack campsite in Upstate NY reported that his 16 yr-old son missing, and all of us began a foot search. It was the son's first deer trip with his father and his father's friends, but the lad got separated and did not return to camp. We searched until it was dark without results. At first light, the search resumed. Needless to say, the boy's father was a wreck. Around 10AM, still searching, we learned the boy had been found. He was sitting on a rock, shivering in the middle of a creek, where he waded because he'd heard forest noises that fueled his imagination and he believed he was being stalked by black bears. Unfortunately, the creek masked the sounds of whistles and shots fired by the searchers who were looking for him. We lost a little of the hunt, but the understanding that the boy had been found redeemed the trip.
My dad was high in a climbing stand in the middle of the woods. About 30 minutes past dawn, a guy comes barreling through the valley, walking as fast as he could (they were on public land).
Evidently, the guy was trying to get to the truck but decided he couldn't make it. About 30 feet from the base of the tree my dad was in, the guy suddenly dropped his pants and decided that there was the spot he had to "do his business".
My dad was so embarrassed, that he decided he'd just stay quiet and hope that the guy wouldn't notice him. The guy finished, got up and started off. At the last second, he looked up and saw my dad sitting there in the stand. The guy did a double-take, then trotted off without saying a word.
My dad almost fell out of the tree he was laughing so hard.
Over thirty years ago in the back of the magazine was an add for Olt Predator calls. For about $5 you could get a piece of plastic that sounded like a dying rabbit. This was long before the calls became popular and much more refined. No one had ever heard of such a thing. I took the call out and had a blast. Fox, coyotes, mink everything came right in. I was about 14 years old and found a great spot where a strip of land went way out into a deep swamp. Anything approaching had to come strait in. I nestled in and began to tweet away. I was sitting cross legged with my rifle up when in mid squeal a bull snake the size of my leg came in at full speed, right into my lap. He lifted up and looked me right in the eye. I could feel him breathe and see his tong go in and out, it was easy because my heart had stopped beating the moment he was on my lap. In the blink of an eye he was gone and after a while I started to breath again. Wow. I’ve never hurt a snake since. Not even a copper head. After almost forty years of hunting he may be one of the greatest predators I’ve ever seen.
The funniest was years ago while hunting whitetails in Pennsyvania. I was sitting on a good stand, up tight against a stump. The snow had a good crust on it and I could hear deer coming long before I saw them. As was the case, soon I saw the legs, then the doe and her fawn came into my view, coming staight toward me. The fawn passed me by about 10 ft., the doe however came right up beside me. She was working her nose but I stayed motionless. As she stepped one more past me I cautiously put my hand out and touched her in the ribs. She launched sideways and landed spraddle legged, looking at me through eyes as big as ever. I just busted a gut laughing as she bounded off. I never saw an expression of surprise on an animal like that in my life.
Good one bull, i had a simular run in with a buck. I was walking down a thick ridge to a tent blind i had set. As I reached the open area just behind my blind two bucks were right in fromn of the blind and one ran est and the smaller ran west. I guess teh younger buck didnt know the area and turned around running right in front of me to get back with his buddy. the funny part was his eye as lookiing right at me as he ran by with this oh _-_- expression knowing he was in big trouble.
The scariest was back in "93", western Oregon blacktail deer hunt. Oregon's blacktail hunt ended the last 5 days of the season allowing you to shoot anything ( doe, spike buck, buttons,whichever......) to fill your tag. There is an area close to where I lived at the time that the deer heavily migrated into for winter forage. I had a tag and an empty freezer, the weather was nasty at higher elevations so I stayed close to home and hunted the local area. Unfortunately, so did a slew of other people. It was deja' vu all over again, to a time (23yrs earlier) and place that scared you all over. Literally!!, bullet's going every direction. I hunkered down and only moved when the shooting let up till I got back to my rig and got the heck out of there. I hunted high the next day and filled my tag with a whole lot less people around! Crazy day.
I saw Cheney in the field!!!
The scariest thing that happened to me was when i was elk hunting in colorado. we were walking down this heavily wooded sage oak area to our elk hunting spot when my dad saw a huge cinniamon black bear fifty yards away looking down at us from a cave. Scared the piss out of me and the coolest thing was that we got the bear on viedo and my friend Cody took pics of the bear.
don't put my name out you p!@#$!%@34! any way, i would have to agree with elkhunter_28. it was more cool than scary but the bear was huge and our whole party loaded up their guns just to make sure.
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