A Moose with a wiper blade !!!!

Me and my dad were out shooting gophers one time and my dad just happened to pick up a big heavy chunk of wood and started playing with it. I saw a gopher, shot it in the head, and a big ol' badger popped out right next to it. He started to snarl and charge at us. I reloaded, shot the bastard in the spine and hardly phased it. By dad whacked it on the head with his makeshift club and knocked it senseless long enough for me to put another .22 round in its head. He hit it 2 more times and I shot it once again to be sure.

Damn those things are scary when they charge at you.
 
My dad took out a whitetail with my motorcycle. The deer gave him a little something to remember him by as well. The foot peg went through his ankle.....
 
sealhunter said:
Forgot one.

Me and DAd were partridge hunting andon the way home we heard the quacking. Next thing there was a partridge flying around in the car, and a Gordon Setter chasing it like it was posessed, all while driving about 80 down the highway. It flew across in front of Dad and he smacked it off the stairing wheel but the dog was right behind. then it got down around the peddles and the dog was now ontop of Dad trying to get there too. It then flew out in the back and got under the seat. We had an old car at the time with a bench seat that youn pulled the handle and it went ahead and back. Well DAd grabbed the handle and started rocking, QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK< then blub and nothing.
We got out at home with a dog that was choking and gagging on feathes. Me and Dad were covered in feathers and the car looked like a pillow exploded in it.
It was just one of those stories you couldn't make up if you wanted to.
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now that is funny LOL.
 
Well I guess I will tell a story.

I cant remember exactly what year it was. But it was my very first year hunting having gotten my licenses to hunt etc.

Well it was a crisp, sunny and beautiful late october morning and I was out grouse hunting. Had the 12 gauge and my morning coffee and was walking the bush when all of a sudden I heard a big SNAP in the bush "freaked me the #$%@ out to be honest" Turns out there is a bull moose about 20 yards from my left hand side that was bunked down by the marsh snoozin and I woke him, he saw me, I saw him, he made a few paces at me and I was :eek: at that moment "funny how you see all these things when you dont have a tag :("

He ended up turning around and walked into the bush/marsh to never be seen by me again, just his tracks.

But the real story is... It was my first ever time grouse hunting, and I shot a grouse "after seeing the moose" and I went to do my thing, and when I had the breast in my hand I had started to take off the liver etc, and the son of a bleep started beating in my hand, freaked me out LOL. I guess my nerves we're a little tense having just basically been eye to eye with a massive bull. Funny experience though, you had to of been there to understand the funny side of it :D
 
jackrabbit

i had a jackrabbit jump up and crash right threw the windshield of my 76 gmc pick up while I was driving about 80 km/hr down victoria trail in Edmonton. Hair was floating around everywhere,getting stuck in my eyes,my girlfriend at the time was screaming like a lunatic and the rabbit ended up sitting between us on the bench seat giving its last few kicks. Im pretty sure that will not happen again.
 
Brother-in-law was driving a convertible in Florida and slowed-down ahead of a country bridge, was still travelling at a good clip however.
Just before reaching the bridge a fullsize osprey clutching a fish pops up from the underside of the bridge in a desperate attempt to cross the road before the Corvette got to the bridge.

Guess what? The bird lost... Feathers, guts and assorted bits plastered all over the windshield and some made it inside the car. The bird apparently managed to hobble away and wasn't seen again, it did however leave one of it's talons as a souvenir embedded in the windshield wiper...Based on how easy the fish "blew-up" highway patrol guessed that it was was most likely found dead and bloated by the unlucky bird.
 
A few weeks ago I was skinning a deer with my dad in his hay shed. It was dark by the time I got the deer back so I brought some big lights down. When I turned it on I must have startled a sleeping bird because it started flying around acting like it did not know how to get out. The hay shed only has 3 walls, I picked up a shovel and swung at it as it flew by.. I heard a big gongish noise and looked down and there the bastidge was dead on to the ground.
 
Years ago we were hiking in England in the Yorkshire Dales on a holiday. We would park the car, hike for a couple of hours to one of the little villages, have a drink and a meal at a pub and hike back.
While on our way I noticed rabbits stumbling around everywhere plus a large number of dead stinky ones. A closer looks told me they had myxomatosis. This disease causes large lumps and open sores all over their body and results in a slow death. I could not stand to see them suffer and used a variety of means (boot, rock, head slam) to put a lot of them out of their misery.
When we finally reached the pub for lunch the daily special was..........
rabbit stew cp:

That day I ordered the roast beef and Yorkshire pudding.
 
Riding my mc down a country road, I ran over a barn swallow. It flew out of the field and was only about 6" off the road, right in front. 850lbs of bike, 300lbs of rider meant there was not much left.

A buddy was riding on another back road in souther Alberta and kicked a gopher that was sitting on the side of the road. He was wearing a pair of armoured motorcross boots.
Quite a big red shower, from what i understand.
 
porcupine with a garbage bag and some oxy aceytalene mix, the bastard was hiding in a balestack and quilling the dog, filled a bag with the mixture and used unwaxed twine as a fuse, porcupine never knew what hit him
 
Back when I worked at a summer camp as maintenance, the head care taker was this really nice newfie. He was really nice to people anyways...the gophers seemed to really bother him, one day while out cutting the grass on one of those ride-mowers he actually ran over a gopher. Now that was a disgusting mess!
 
A hare with a window scraper.

Oh yeah, and then there's this........

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-DW
 
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