Best prank on hunting buddies?

Have done far more pranking on fishing trips but I do remember a trip where 2 friends of our were meeting us on day 4 of a deer hunt up near Mcleese Lake BC. We had doe tags and so did one of the guys that was due to arrive on day 4. So on day 3 we had a doe down and we skinned it out and removed the hide with the head intact.
Once back at camp there was a 8 inch tree that was fallen and a few feet off the ground so buddy laid the hide out on the log and we trotted back over to camp for a coffee. As we sat there, looking back over at the hide, the way it was positioned it looked just like a live deer LOL So the idea was hatched and we found a similar log a good 50 yards or more from camp at the edge of the tree line. It looked even more alive from that distance once we got back to camp.

Next mornng we skipped the morning hunt and the guys arrived on time at about 9 am. As the guys were setting up and unpacking thier gear and coolers I was over by the camp stove when all I heard was "holy sh!t there's a big doe right there!" some scrambling and then a gun shot ...... then another gun shot...... then WTF?..... my scope might be off he says.... and jams another one into the chamber and a third gunshot.... by this time mike can't contain himself and is busting out laughing and I was trying my best to keep a straight face. Steve , the shooter, starts walking towards the deer, jamming another shell in. Stalking on it as if he is still convinced he missed 3 times and it;s a really stupid deer still standing there. He gets 1/2 way... so probably 25 yards away and leans on a tree, raises his rifle and a big pause..... and we wait..... and boom...... and the head flops over and out of view but the whole body and legs don't move... He looks back at us..... another WTF and then walks over to the deer. Then we hear a loud and clear "laughter included with you F'n @ssholes!!!"
The next 5 to 10 minutes were gut busting laughter.... so hard i was crying LOL

4 shots he took .... he was kinda pissed about the wasted ammo but hey it was sure funny and nobody got injured or did anything unsafe.... Mike just went home with a hide and head with a few extra bullet holes in it. The next 6 days were real fun and there was no more pranking, just successful deer hunting for all 4 of us and we all went home with our tags cut.
 
When I was a kid I went with the old man to visit another camp on the Saturday night after the first week of the deer hunt. It was a large camp that could sleep a dozen or so and on the Saturday it was music night and a lot of neighbouring camps as well as family would come out to listen to the boys play their fiddles and guitars. Well this night, one of their hunt gangs grandfather was visiting. He was sitting next to me at the table. He kept scratching his leg and complaining about this itchy rash he had. Finally he takes a fork off the table and stabs his leg right thru his pants. I just freaked staring at this fork stuck in his leg. Well the whole camp bursts out laughing as they'd seen it before. Turns out he had an artificial leg!
 
Had a buddy get on a new hunt place a back field on a old abandoned farm( he had gotten permission by the owners ) now this field was down a private lane 2km at least. So my buddy gets set up with a ground blind within easy shooting rang of several game trails several weeks before season opening. Now he had seen tracks and boot prints here and there but thought not much of it as it was a farmed plot. Opening morning comes he get set up at his blind ( a hour be for sun rise) along about sun up he hears a squiking clanking headed his way. Here comes some guy on a old bicycle. He gets off and heads off it to the field right in to my buddies line of fire . By this time he is just a fuming �� but stays put and watches what goes on . The bicycle guy is crawling around on all fours boxing up and down trying to spot any deer . Is goes on for not quite an hour then he takes off. My buddy weighs untill the dew burns off and he heads up to the farmers place( this where my buddy parked his car and trailer for his four wheeler ). Finding the farmer asks what's going on thinking he was the only person hunting back there ! The farmer assured him he was the only one supposed to be there but had an idea whom this guy was the local do-gooder hermit hippie.
So the farmer being a fun loving kind of guy came up with a plan . Had an old mounted deer head . He would take care of hanging it around the fields were he knew this guy would see it . For the next week or so to keep the bicycle guy away from the back fields . Shure enough this guy was al happy that he was seeing deer all over the place never bothered my buddy again. . Now as word got out about there being lots of deer around this deer mount got shot at acouple of times much to the shame of hunters running the back roads . And yes my buddy did get a nice 5 point a day later ��. The farmer still is telling this story with a big smile .
 
We had one guy that always came deer hunting and he would pack half the house for the week hunt. Everytime he would leave the cabin he would have like 100lbs of gear. Everyone else with just a rifle and a compass.

We finally looked in his 5gal bucket seat when he wasn't around and found about 20lbs of candy and and playboy magazine with other stuff he might need. He had it rigged up with shoulder straps so it was on his back while walking .

We removed it all and filled the pail half full with rocks, then filled the rest with dog food and put just a handful of candies on top so he wouldnt see.

That night we tell him about all the deer sign we seen in the swamp and got him all hyped up to walk there in the morning.

Next day sure as hell he lugs that bucket all the way back there, likely an hour of hard walking. About 9am we usually turn our radios on so we can talk to each other. One guy gets on and says "really enjoying that playboy you brought in your bucket for us bud"

Then it goes silent for few minutes then you hear him come on the radio "you c@cks#$&ers!!! I wondered why it felt so heavy today and this spot SUCKS no deer sign at all"

The rest of us are dying of laughter on our stands, we all took turns getting on the radio telling him how good the candy was and enjoyed the reading material.

10+ years now has passed, Still ask him every year if he brought the bucket for the hunt again. Hasn't yet
 
Another good one on a hiking trip. On a long hard hike up to a fire look out high on a mountain top we sat down and said to a friend it sure would be nice to have a beer right now. Buddy says who would be dumb enough to pack a bunch of beers up here. I said to him pass me your pack.

I really enjoyed that beer.
 
powdergun said:
Another good one on a hiking trip. On a long hard hike up to a fire look out high on a mountain top we sat down and said to a friend it sure would be nice to have a beer right now. Buddy says who would be dumb enough to pack a bunch of beers up here. I said to him pass me your pack.

I really enjoyed that beer.
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As someone who as done a lot of difficult hiking in my days, that is CRAZY lol. How did he not notice?
 
Oh boy, some of these stories..............

A buddy was a volunteer fireman at a small town department, had a 120v air-raid/fire call horn that was being de-activated to go digital. He scooped up the alarm as it was going to the scrap bin anyway. We slid out to the camp and rigged it under a bunk. A week or so later his dad was there the day prior to our arrival to light the wood stove (and drink our beer I might add) and do a couple chores. Well, he fired up the generator and the horn went off. Holy crap. He was crappig himself as he had the walk about 25yards from the generator shack to the main camp, get down on all, fours, then he belly to slide in under the bunk to see WTF was going on, all the while this thing was going off at 100% volume. He was unamused, ha, everybody else thought it was great.

Couple years later we rigged it to the light in the electric fridge, open door=siren. We all went in the bush for the day, the dad shows up to "stoke the fire", but still drinks our beer, so we fixed him, every time the door opened the horn would go off. Again , he was unamused.

We sat up a rabbit on a log once like somebody posted above did with a deer hide. My buddy (fireman from above) emptied his 22 at it from 50yds, missed it everytime, it just stood there, not flinching. He walked up to it, 10 yards then realized it was full of holes. We were A-holes apparently.

The story above about the beer in the pack. We were a 5km walk into the bush and one of us dropped a nice bull moose. My dad was 65 or so at the time and told the youngest guy there to hightail it back to camp and get the bike and trailer, which had our bush processing equipment in the trailer. Id put in a 12 pack of beer, just in case, but nobody knew. Well it was going to be a couple hours before the bike arrived, I asked my dad if Stuart, his deceased hunting buddy, still left a bottle of single malt in such and such a place for "emergencies"?, Dad, wide eyed, set off cross country for about a Km walk, retrieved the bottle and walked back. Four of us all had a few snorts of Stu's bottle, started working on the bull. Scotch was done and the kid showed up with the bike and cleaning kit, and I broke out the 12 pack. we quickly polished off that as well.

I put a mouse trap in a guys croc once, 2am, dark,......... SNAP, FUK! we all jumped out of bed laughing our asses off. His big toenail went black. oops, but. was funny though
 
Hunting buddy of mine played this on many a hunting partner over many years. We had 3 or 4 big bags of goose decoy that often time had to be packed by hand from vehicle staging area a long ways into a swathed but not combined field. This buddy had a phobia about never running out of shotgun ammo in the middle of a good shoot so always had 5 or 6 full boxes of extras to go to into the field with. Every time one of these pack -into shoots came up my buddy would insert all his extra ammo into one of these bags of decoy...he and I would always grab a bag without our extra ammo in it before the others and one of the other hunters would grab that bag and unknowingly hump all that weight to the blinds for us...some dudes even had that prank pulled on them multiple times over the years.
 
another comes to mind...another hunting buddy of mine tried to get his dad to come on a wilderness hunt with us for a couple years and the old guy never would...he was a seasoned WW11 vet of the full Italian campaign but was very scared of bears, just plain didnt want to go anywheres close to where a bear might be. So the old boys son & SIL convinced the old guy that they had read that if you poured Sunlight dish soap all around a camp that bears will never go close so "dad" made the trip with us...Walt was an early riser every morning ( he claimed it was a carry-over from his war years) and the second morning in camp he stuck his head out of the tent and growled "Lorny you ly'n basard " ...there was a black bear sitting on our camp table happily chewing on one of those plastic Sunlight jugs ol' Walt had brought with him for bear repellant.
 
Buddy and i were driving in a logging road moose hunting and way ahead spotted orange jackets and hats . It was another crew that just dropped a small bull right on the 90 degree corner . From each direction you could see that corner from 300 yards away . A couple of hours later we were back at the same corner and stopped . There was a twin birch tree right there with the Y about 4 to 5 feet off the ground . We jammed the moose head solidly in that Y . Anyone coming from either direction would spot it . A week or two later we were back in the same area and decided to go check the moose head . The birches had been shot to pieces 10 feet up , the pines beside the birches were shredded and the moose head and neck were slumped down like jelly held together by a bit of hide . It was still there as i guess everyone thought it was funny and left the joke up for the next crew to find .
 
My father always used his Beretta O/U with double triggers on ducks. Out duck hunting one time using a friends blind out on the lake we had knocked down a couple of ducks. I was about to get into the boat and retrieve the ducks. My father not trusting anybody to run the boat except him, jumped into the boat himself. While he was out picking up the birds, buddy and I unloaded his gun that he left in the blind. About 10 minutes later another flock came in breaking on my father's side of the blind, 25 yards, wings set ready to land in the decoys. My father jumps up to shoot and click, click. Buddy and I were laughing so hard we couldn't shoot. The look on his face was priceless when he opened the gun and saw that it was empty. He said, "$hit I didn't reload my gun", buddy and I were in stiches laughing. After he caught on, buddy and I were good for nothing little bastards and a few other choice words.
 
End of day grouse hunt cook up half a dozen breasts.. make sure to give the new guy one with a few pellets still in it.
Expression on his face as he bites down was good for a laugh till he remembered lead is poisonous.
 
powdergun said:
Leave a pile of chocolate almonds on a trail. Tell the newb it is moose turds then eat some and say that is how you tell it is fresh. Next find a real pile and say it is his turn.
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did that with caribou droppings and marines and soldiers of 10th mountain division ... i can tell you one of the guys said no but it was too late ...
 
powdergun said:
Another good one on a hiking trip. On a long hard hike up to a fire look out high on a mountain top we sat down and said to a friend it sure would be nice to have a beer right now. Buddy says who would be dumb enough to pack a bunch of beers up here. I said to him pass me your pack.

I really enjoyed that beer.
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one of the best ever heard ...
 
THT said:
This is a colder weather gag. Hunting late November buddy went behind the truck to take a dump. Drops the top of his coveralls and pulls them back between his legs, gets down to business. Another buddy sneaks up with shovel and catches the turd and disappears. He suits back up, turns around and no turd just paper- rips his coveralls off and check all over for missing turd. Piss your pants level laughter ensues.
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never seen it but heard that one and seems hilarious for sure ...
 
One guy in our camp was scared of mice and always checking traps and making a big deal out of them in camp. Someone shot a fawn on a deer drive and put it in the bunkhouse on a "mousetrap" made out of a board and coat hanger and giant block of cheese. They sent him in to see the size of the mouse that was in the trap.
 
powdergun said:
Another good one on a hiking trip. On a long hard hike up to a fire look out high on a mountain top we sat down and said to a friend it sure would be nice to have a beer right now. Buddy says who would be dumb enough to pack a bunch of beers up here. I said to him pass me your pack.

I really enjoyed that beer.
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Great one and similar to mine. River boat hunt years ago. Base camp on the Muskwa, spike camping and hunting far from the river. One of our guys was a long distance runner in school and a very fit guy. Packing meat back to the river he was always first and on us to move faster. One afternoon back at the river a couple of big rocks fell out of his pack.
 
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