On a spring Turkey hunt in Michigan I was sitting 60 yards off a dirt road that split my property from a neighbors. The neighbor fed turkeys daily and did not allow any hunting on her property so I was working hard to call a Tom across the road for a shot. After several hours or calling I finally caught the interest of a large Tom. As he began strutting across the road I got ready for a shot but soon heard a vehicle approaching. The Tom was over halfway across the road so I hoped the vehicle would force him further on to my property and into shooting range. However much to my dismay the vehicle did not slow down as it approached it actually sped up! As I sat, mouth agape, I watched a Ford F150 run over my Turkey the driver jump out and throw the bird into his truck before speeding off. By far my worst hunting experience!

My worst is not really one hunt, but a string of hunts. In bow season, I shot right over the back of a small six point. In muzzleloader season, I missed the same 6 with my muzzleloader (the firing cap went off, and there was a delay in the powder ingitng). Then came rifle season. Surely things would get better. NOPE!!! I had just bought a brand new rifle, got it sighted in and went hunting. On the second hunt, I had a perfect shot on a nice doe, but I blew it. Oh well. Next time out, I missed again!!! Next time out, though, I dropped a doe. Next hunt: I shot another doe, but hit her badly (I found the deer though). After that, I missed again!!! I had checked everything to find out what I was doing wrong. I finally figured it out after much frustration. I'll go ahead and admit it...a screw was loose on the scope bases. That was an extremely frustrating season, but I think I learned the most from it. It's amazing how much you can learn from missing 5 deer in one season!!!

I do ask that nobody tell me how dumb that was because I already know. Oh yeah...while I was missing deer like crazy, Dad killed two 8-points!!!

I have been hunting for about six years now and only get to hunt the first two weekends of shotgun season since camp is two hours away from my home but the worst day I have had to date was three years ago on opening day I was in a ground blind on a field edge with nothing going on. My wife wanted me to call her and the only place to get a cell signal is by this field(can you see where I am going) so I am listening to her tell me what she bought the kids for christmas I keep hearing leaves rustling behind me, thinking it was another hunter from camp I continued listening to her drone on, boy was I wrong the next thing I know is I look to my left and a monster 4 point is standing there at less than 10 yards looking right at me! I slowly close my phone and go for my gun but as I start to raise it he gets wise and starts to turn and run, I let two shots fly his way but miss. I know it was the ultimate rookie mistake and I now leave my phone at camp but the bigest mistake was telling the story to the guys at camp!

I don't really have a bad one but somebody told me one time that they shot a deer and walked up to it, starting gutting it and wondered why the deer was cold. it turned out that they had missed the deer they shot at and had came upon a deer shot a few days earlier by a different hunter.

My dad was in a similar situation as the original post about 15 years ago.

He was rabbit hunting with a friend and got permission at the landowner's house before starting off. When they got back to the truck, all 4 tires had been flattened. A man and his two older teenage sons were standing some distance of sneering at them.

They went over and asked what was going on, and the boys proceeded to poke fun at them, asking things like "what seems to be the problem, having car trouble?" etc...

As the boys got closer, my dad told them to keep their distance and held his walking stick back in a defensive posture (they left their guns at the truck). At this point, the father of the boys opened his coat to reveal a pistol, and told him he was willing to use it. At this point everyone was at a breaking point temper-wise, and finally the father of the boys let it be known that he was a county sheriff by showing his badge.

Evidently, they leased the land and figured they had caught some "trespassers". They were too stupid to check with the landowner first, who (admittedly) should not have granted permission if a lease was on the land. At this point a county officer pulled up and made my dad & friend sit in the patrol car.

Ultimately my dad and his friend spent most of the day in a holding cell while the officer sorted things out. At the end of it all, the charges were dropped and they were allowed to leave. Surprise, surprise...there was no police statement that reflected the 4 flattened tires, which was required for a lawsuit against the department.

I still get angry to this day thinking about that. Fortunately I wasn't there - my dad is a lot more even-tempered than I am. Dirty cops are the worst kind of people (good cops are the best).

We were driving around the lease, spotlighting rabbits, my dad and I, when a black hog just rambled in front of us. I yelled to stop, lined up my .22's sights on his neck, and dropped him, or so I thought. I have a .38 special strapped to my belt, but I leave it alone and draw my knife. I poke the pig. Dead. I stoop over to gut him and the damn thing starts moving like hes running, only he's laying down. My dad says I jumped ten feet into the air. I stabbed with my knife, shot with my pistol, and he lay still. Scared the crap outa me.

Later that year, we were looking for rattlesnakes to skin, and we came apon a Jackrabbit, the first Id ever seen. We stalked him for 2 hours, and I made a 30 yard headshot with my .22, the same one that killed the pig mentioned above. She started squealing and flopping, drenching me in blood as I got closer, and it took ten more shots to the head to kill her. I felt horrible, and when I cleaner her, to add to my bad feelings, the thing was pregnant.That had to be my worst experience ever.

I was out hunting on my birth day oct 29 this year and i was sitting for about a hour befor i looked over and watched a tall 8 pointer walk out of the swanp about 50 yards in front of me. i lost sight of it of about 30 min. then it reappered watch it rub up a bunch of trees and make some scrapes. After this he walked torws me about 20-25 yards way i pulled by bow back started to get a beed on him. as i did this a part of my blind got in the was so i had to shift a littel bit and i thougt i was cought, stood ther for what felt like a hour tring to figer me out ( this hole time my bow as drawn and getting harder to hold back)But he didnt bust me i got a shot off and he ducked out of the way and my arrow missed. it was on of the biggest deer iv see in my life. but the funny thin is almost a week later we were driving by my spot along a park way were i took the shot and almost hit the same deer twice he ran in front of us then was confuced and ran back toeds the truck. by far my worst time hunting my arrow going over the deer on my birthday thought it would be good luck but gess not