one time last pheasent season i was hunting with my dad it was kinda a lousy dad with no shots or even sighns of the birds we kept walking and out of nowhere came a nice ringneck nicest i saw in all my life i brought my gun up and followed it through the air i had a nice shot just as i was about to shoot i saw two yellow signs which i knew were the posted no hunting signs the bird flew right between them

Happens every time sitting in the tules waiting for the ducks decide to take a piss and half way through I got 50 mallards at 25 yards.

EXACTLY idduckhntr! Have the same problem. Once i get my chest waders down, everyone screams at me to get my head down and all i can do is watch. Talk about a pissy situation. I have to piss, I'm pissed off cause i can't shoot, and everyone gets pissed at me cause i probably made all the ducks flare away. Guess thats just the way it goes....

Clay, one time my dad had that problem but he has his rifle leaning on a tree next to him and he shot the deer with pants down haha.... I've never had a moment like that though

After my friend missed a tom early one morning we moved and started calling there was a lull. So we pulled our masks glaves and leaned our shotguns against a tree. Then a big crash ten minutes later. We were unprepared but they were about 50 yards out. I took my first bird at 45 yards so I made up for it.

Classic old tale of taking answering the call. I was hunting a WMA Hog hunt on a drizzly morning. Folks were zapping pork all around me and nary a pig was in sight. I have to spend a penny so to speak and whilst in the process along comes a nice BBQ hog of about 65 lbs. literally right up to my... uh... shall we say stream... Said gun is leaning against obligatory tree and well you guys know the rest. Away trots the pork and I'm left ...well... not quite empty handed but close enough...

Just goes to show that when you show your a$$, the whole world sees it! LMAO

one time muzzleloader hunting somebody moved in alittle to close for me and he had no clue i was there we are not required to wear blaze orange during this season but i always keep a blaze orange hat with me so i put it on and moved across the field and sat with my buddy he fell asleep and i watch 23 turkeys in the field and turkeys season was in with a muzzleloader i never woke him up but moved in position to take my shot and the turkeys took off running and flying i just knew they saw me move but little did i know about 10 seconds after the turkeys took off a massive 8-10 pointer bailed out of the woods on full out run i woke him up i told hugh buck on the run and we watched the deer run right where i was sitting after it got dark we walked over to see just how far it really was the deer stopped and walked 20 yards past where i was on the ground it would have been the biggest deer i have ever shot so that was my moment now i wish i would have stood my ground.

Was in my treestand. Hung the bow, stood up and turned around. Unfastened my pack and balanced it on the folded up seat. Pulled out my headlight and put it on, just as a buck ran up and stopped directly under me. Leaned over to look at it and my headlight fell off and hit an antler. The buck took off and stopped about 30 yards broadside. Must have been comical watching me hipping the pack against the tree so it wouldn't fall, grabbing my bow, and drawing all contorted. The arrow flew true. Walked out to the road, made a call, and set up a light trail so a friend could help me haul him out.

Was very strange gutting that buck out that night - I could hear several coyotes moving around. Friend's young setter was nervous the entire time we were out there. Came back the next morning to find an arrow I had dropped and the gut pile was already gone.

I was hunting coyotes one beautiful fresh snow covered morning. My brother and I were blocking for a great little weed patch that always held a coyote or two. My other brother drove to the back side of the patch and fired a .22 at a post to scare out any wiley yotes that might be present. Immediately a big beautiful male broke out and ran down the fence row that my brother was blocking. He was running right toward my brother's rifle barrel. I watched him in my scope from 300 yards away and had a great shot but I knew my brother must be on him. Finally at 50 yards from my brother's position, he ran right through my cross hairs but I let my brother have the shot. The coyote passed his position and headed across the prairie without a shot. I still had a nice shot but held off as he ran further and further. Still no shot. I ran over to my brother to see what was up. He said he had his bibs down and was answering nature's call. He said the coyote ran three feet in front of him but he didn't want to soil his bibs. That coyote is probably still wondering about our hunting tactics.

I waslined up to a nice big buck and couldn't squeeze the trigger...safety was on!

Last year I was full draw at a nice herd bull. It had just turned shooting hours, and I bugle, I get an answer... Close. So I go to investigate, upon my arrival I see a bull standing in the creek broadside, looking the other way... You cant get more of a perfect shot at less than 30 yards than that. I just get my 35 yard sight pin on his shoulder and a damn squirrel falls out of the tree into the creek right next to him. I tought the bull was going to continue straight so I compensated and moved my bow left. He jumped and then I let my aarow fly, did he do what I thought? No in fron of god and myself and this now dead squirrel in my mind he pulls a 180 and trotts off. So here I am trying to pull my aarow out of the creek and the damn squirrel comes to within 10 ft away and does his little call, sounded like he laughed and then left. Needless to say squirell hunting was very pleasant that year.

... or when someone decides to have a nature break,and a deer comes into full view, and your weapon is just out of reach.

Funny stuff!