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 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).

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.

Its not really a hunting story but a trapping one last year I had a set down the road from my house and I got a couple of foxes out of it and one day I got up there and there was a big fisher in there I tried to release it. I put a stick on its head and undid the trap and then it latched on to my boot I kicked it and it took off.

i took my cousin out for his first ever hunt. he was the typical excited kid; raring to go. after driving two and a half hours to our cabin, we set out to hunt. thats when he realized that he left the key for his trigger-lock at home. after laughing my ass off for a good while, we found an open gas station and a willing guy with a saw to remove it. he has never lost any key since.

While turkey hunting on beaver island we heard and saw a nice gobbler from a distance. I sat next to a tree and waited because he took the same route every morning. As i was sitting, i heard the gobble, right behind me. It scared the crap outta me because it was about 10 yards behind me, and it kept coming. At about literallyt 3 feet i was shaking and it was loking right at me. I tryied to wait it out t oshoot it but it saw me shaking and took off. Not cooll!

Two years ago was my first year of bow hunting (in south eastern Michigan). My uncle became busy with work that season so he allowed me to use his stand. Before that year he had taken at least one solid buck on that land. This property is surrounded on three sides by 100+ acres that the elderly owner allows only 1 hunter so needless to say, this area is filled with deer. I shot a doe that year but missed a 6 pt and a large 8 pt and saw almost a dozen other out of range, but i was happy, i was seeing deer, and youve gotta see deer to shoot them. My family heads up north to the cabin for rifle season so that was the last time hunting that property for the year cuz i didnt do late archery or muzzleloading there either. But i guess that elderly owner of the neighboring property had passed away. The new owners are a bunch of cops from detroit. That same year that i missed the 6 and 8 pt, the rifle season for these corrupt cops proved to be just deer target practice. My uncle went out a few days for late archery and muzzleloading and almost daily heard rifle shots (mind you hunting with rifle is illegal in this zone of michigan). We found 6 carcases on the property we hunt where the cops had just left them. The law is apparently above these S.O.B.'s for multiple calls to them and the DNR proves to do nothing. Last year my uncle and i saw very few does and no bucks, this recent archery season we saw 2 combined does......
This previously excellent hunting spot has now become a free for all for a group of a-holes with no regard for the law.

the worst time had to be last year when i was heading to my archery stand to hunt and as i came up to the tree that i was in i noticed it wasn't on the ground but up in the air and a guy standing on it looking out over the field that was next to it. this was a guy trespassing cause my dad and i were the only ones with permission to hunt the land and we have alot of government ground around us but this stand was 300 yards in on private property so i went up very nicely and asked him to leave at the time i was only 16 and all he said was he wasn't leaving unless i could prove to him that i had permission and he told me that he had bought the land owner out and i knew he was lying to me then he said he and a buddy leased it out and i knew that was a lie so i was tiered of going around so i went and got the land owner and called the game warden and the sheriff i also called my dad and we all got there about the same time as we went in i could tell the guy was out of the stand but he was 20 yards away standing over something as we got closer we saw what it was and it was the 12 point buck that my dad and i had been tracking all year and that i was after so the game warden nailed him and as we went back to the trucks his buddy came out of the woods about then dragging the 9 point buck that we had also been scouting that my dad was after and and come to find out he sat in my dads stand 400 yards in on private property and it was all marked no trespassing and fences were all up so it was a sad day for me and my dad because we lost our two big trophy deer but we had our revenge the warden and sheriffs nailed them so it was sad but a happy day because we got justice in the end