Who ever had a nightmare hunting partner.

This thread is SO full of reasons why I prefer to hunt alone.

I'd rather make my ten long trips through the muskeg with moose meat on my back than put up with that kind of crap.
 
took a "friend" black bear hunting last spring,get to my spot & he jumps out of the truck, slams the door and starts putting on his steel toe work boots -so we can walk up a dry dirt road - not an ospicious start.
I start walking as he's muckin with his boots.150 yards I see a large bear ripping apart an old cedar stump,can't believe he never heard the door slam.chamber a round + start a stalk.I hear crunch crunch crunch ,its not the bear its my buddy double timing to catch up.big wave ,he stops i give him the freeze and resume stalk. crunch crunch crunch I give the freeze hand signal again,bears still shreading stump,resume stalk. dam he starts again,this time i give him the f-u finger .he stops ,he watches me take my boots off and resume stalk in socks for last 75 yrds.bear is just around other side of stump now but moving to give me a shot.drop to one knee take a breath.CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH . bears books it down a steep slide into a river and gone.buddy says he wanted to "see" what i was stalking,very very quite drive home.

Seriously dude, you took off your boots? Has anyone else here resorted to this tactic? I applaud your dedication, but my boots always stay on.
 
Seriously dude, you took off your boots? Has anyone else here resorted to this tactic? I applaud your dedication, but my boots always stay on.

Yep. Went into the treestand each day in socks because we knew the bear was living within ear shot and didn't want to make even a little noise.
 
When I was in Moose Jaw a very good childhood friend and myself would often go gopher shooting together. He had a co-worker who was a kind of odd sort who asked to tag along after it was obvious we had productive trips.
Once the three of us were near a little town called Avonlea south of Moose Jaw. We get out of the vehicle and get ready to leave. This fella is always making an excuse to go off on his own (fine by us) and this day was no different. But I make it very clear we are not to hang around the horse corral and only shoot in the empty pasture away from the house and barn. We head our seperate ways.
About 10 minutes later we hear a shot near the barn/corral, and one of the owner's horses rears up and into the barbed wire fence, cutting itself. The moron shot where he was not supposed to. The righteously upset land owner promptly kicks us off his land. I had scouted out this property and had many safe/fun/productive days there until this idiot ruined it for us.
It was a very quiet trip home.

Fantastically enough we take the moron with us again, this time rabbit hunting. He said, he himself has arranged permission to hunt small game on a nice piece of private land near Crestwyn. This time he brings his beagle to push rabbits out of the bushes. Now the beagle is older and did not look particularly healthy. All the while we are hunting the poor dog is stopping kind of out of breath too often, for her efforts. I say to him, there is something wrong with your dog. He replies she's just lazy. Anyways a week later my close friend and I are talking, I mention his co-worker and his dog. Well the truth comes out now. Apparently this guy's wife insisted he bring the beagle to the vet to find out what is wrong after our trip.
After a while in the waiting room the vet reappears red faced. He says to moron the dog was put immediately into surgery for a stomach operation. He said the poor dog was so full of parasites and irreversible that he put her down immediately.
Seems the moron was too cheap to get regular shots for his dog before hunting her! This ended our association with him.

Same stupidity continues, this moron convinced other suckers to take him duck hunting as he had a black lab as well. In the heat of bird shooting some-one else accidently shoots his black lab in the face at distance. The guilty shooter offers vet bills paid for in full, no arguement. Moron declines offer and the black lab still had lead shot in her face. Hunt continues.
I hope he reads this. Thankfully this was long ago, and I hope he does not own any pets anymore.
 
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