Ever hunt in your pajamas?

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I know one esteemed gunsmith that has;)

I dont' wear pajamas, but I've hunted in my boxer shorts and bare feet.:)

Sometimes you hear of guys rolling out of their tent and shooting a ram or deer from their sleeping bag.

And many hunters have been surprised by a buck when squatting with their pants are around their ankles.

Let's hear your tales of inappropriate hunting attire/situations!:)
 
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Shot a goose naked. Was at a cottage while hunting on PEI and was padding to the bathroom after some mid afternoon festivities with the girlfriend. Flocks of geese were flying rooftop height directly over the cottage. Grabbed the Ithaca SxS and stepped out onto the deck in the buff and nailed one sailing over. He dropped on the other side (side facing the road). I threw on a pair of pants and retrieved it. The GF went hysterical at the shot and screamed, "What was that!"

"Dinner".
 
My buddy was taking a #2 while we were out gathering cows and a black bear came to see what he was up to. His horse came tearing out of the bush, so I went over to see if my buddy was ok and I saw thing a man ain't supposed to see. Man I still laugh when I think about it,
 
sjemac said:
Shot a goose naked. Was at a cottage while hunting on PEI and was padding to the bathroom after some mid afternoon festivities with the girlfriend. Flocks of geese were flying rooftop height directly over the cottage. Grabbed the Ithaca SxS and stepped out onto the deck in the buff and nailed one sailing over. He dropped on the other side (side facing the road). I threw on a pair of pants and retrieved it. The GF went hysterical at the shot and screamed, "What was that!"

"Dinner".
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It'll be hard to beat this story. :runaway:
 
sjemac said:
Shot a goose naked. Was at a cottage while hunting on PEI and was padding to the bathroom after some mid afternoon festivities with the girlfriend. Flocks of geese were flying rooftop height directly over the cottage. Grabbed the Ithaca SxS and stepped out onto the deck in the buff and nailed one sailing over. He dropped on the other side (side facing the road). I threw on a pair of pants and retrieved it. The GF went hysterical at the shot and screamed, "What was that!"

"Dinner".
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You sir, are my new HERO....lmao

Did the GF get to pluck it?
 
Last year in bow season my buddy Jim and I were the last two at camp and were packing up to leave. I was inside tidying up the camp and noticed my buds coffee thermos sitting on the counter and he was outside loading the backseat of his truck up. Went out onto the porch with the thermos and low and behold Jim was on the drivers side and when I looked at the passengers side I see a 6 point buck eating apples out of a cardboard box on the picnic table. The two of them were no more than what the trucks width was away from each other. Anyways, to make the story short, I've got pictures of a live deer standing in front of the truck and another of it being dragged out of the bush back to the truck behind my quad. Neither one of us was naked (that would be just wrong) but it was a good story.
 
Gatehouse said:
I know one esteemed gunsmith that has;)

I dont' wear pajamas, but I've hunted in my boxer shorts and bare feet.:)

Sometimes you hear of guys rolling out of their tent and shooting a ram or deer from their sleeping bag.

And many hunters have been surprised by a buck when squatting with their pants are around their ankles.

Let's hear your tales of inappropriate hunting attire/situations!:)
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This reminds me of a very hilarious situation years ago.....

Member of a hunting party returning after a long day in the field needed to respond to the call of nature. As it was nearing dusk, he squatted down in a clump of bush (having removed his pants) - in the middle of his "thing" he spotted a couple of deer at a distance and decided to spring into action :D.

Loading his shotgun with buckshot he left his cartridge bag (and pants :D) at the spot where he dropped those and proceeded to stalk the deer in order to get into range.

Anyway, he ended up spooking the deer and simultaneously realized that he had lost sense of direction as to where he dumped his stuff originally. A frantic search failed to pinpoint that spot in the forest :D and he was stranded with his coat/shotgun and naked from his waist under.

It was December and already dark - the members of the hunting party after a fruitless search was anxiously considering reporting the matter the following morning to the nearest police station some miles away from the remote mountain village they were camped in.

Very late in the evening, they heard someone calling out from behind the hut in a low urgent tone – surprised, they located a figure inside a thick clump of bush and to their relief and amusement found the gentleman shivering half naked in the cold and miserable from the mosquito bites that he had received to his exposed sections.

He was eventually able to find his way back to the village early in the evening but didn’t dare raise his voice because there were villagers (including women/children) milling around the camp to hear the latest news of the “lost” hunter. It was only when the villagers had retired to their huts that he was able to get close enough to ask for help from his buddies.

His pants and cartridge bag were never found! :D
 
Hunted? Nope. Ran down the mountain as fast as possible wearing nothing but boots and boxers? Yep.

When I was 18 I spent the summer bumming around Alberta with some buds. We ran out of money pretty quick and started to camp illegally to conserve beer money. In Banff we were camped with a bunch of like minded cheapos up one of the mountains (I think it was Rundle?) when we were awoken by something heavy crunching around outside of the tent. We were used to hearing Elk so we ignored it until something huffed and pawed at the side of our tent. A young grizzly was trying to get in the tent flap!

My buddy kept his cool and we cut our way out the back of the tent as it came in the front. We didn't stop to see if he was following us and the three of us ran down the trail (a beautiful cold starry night) in our underwear. One of the park rangers that we were friendly with laughed his ass off at us and told us he'd give a ride most of the way back in the morning to get what's left of our stuff. We said okay but what about the people in the other tents? That's when things stopped being so funny and at the end of the day we got charged with illegal camping and a few other obscure charges. They ended up shooting the bear with some kind of rubber buckshot... No one got hurt but that's when I decided to get my FAC and a rifle so I would never have to experience the fear and helplessness of trying to run faster than my friends in the dark from some predatory monster that wants to eat me:redface:

By the way, all the bear wanted was our delicious mint toothpaste that my buddy forgot to hang from the tree with our food! Apparently they are very serious about dental hygiene...

That same summer I decided to do some more camping with friends and a black bear trashed our canoe near Algonquin Park! I thought I was cursed!


Jeff
 
Jumked out of the tent one night when my buddy swore there was a "big fcuking animal trying to get in". The "wolf", when I jumped out of the tent in just my boxers and loose boots ready to tag with my 30-06 it if it attacked, turned out to be a mouse. And boy was he quick. :)
 
Black bear in the garbage last summer at 5:45 am. I ended up firing a shot of 3.5" OOB at him through an open window while clad in just my boxers... Unfortunatly I had a ricochet off the driveway and put 15 of 18 pellets into my week old garage door. A couple days later the same bear got into a neighbours house through an open window and trashed it and managed to tear the game camera off a tree next to my bait pile 500 yards away..... He's mine this year though....
 
Only once have I had to do this. Not hunting but protecting my dog.

Jumped in the shower at the house after cutting the lawn for the day. Was just about done, when I heard my brother tell me that our dog was getting into it with a ferrell dog. Don't ask me why but we have a few of them around here, and they are by no means friendly.

Jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towl and my first and only gun at the time, my trusty 6.5x55 and the single round off of my desk and bolted out the door while my brother was still looking for ammo to the 223:redface: (opened the wrong storage box).

Got out the door and sure enough they were getting snippy, so I holered at the dog, they split far enough and then folded it at 125, and our dog came home safe and sound.
 
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