Funny hunts
- Thread starter John Y Cannuck
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Many moons ago when I had hair and it wasn't grey my hunting buddy at the time and I went mule deer hunting ( antlered and antlerless) in the sandhills. Barry Minor who owned the ranch said we could camp on his land so we set up a small tent at the edge of a bluff. That night it snowed a foot and we got a bit chilled and about 20 minutes before sunrise nature called me loudly. All I had on was my longjohns and boots and my red touque. As the call was answered I saw a nice buck looking at me about 40 yards away so I took my rifle quietly from inside the tent and loaded a round, at the shot the deer dropped and my buddy darned near went through the tent as he was sound asleep. After a bit of swearing and putting on some clothes we got the deer dressed and in the truck and continued our hunt. The cool thing is since I had an old pair of red longjohns on I was perfectly legal.
Great story Looky. I have one from my earlier days. Guy from high school I've known forever is a duck hunting fanatic. Lives on a lake near Sudbury. One of our math teachers at school is also a big hunter. Made plans to go out before the sun is up so's we can get across the lake to the blinds and setup the decoys. My 'buddy' Dale is also coming and stays the night at my place. We're up at the Crack of some too early hour, and looking outside it's like that Stephen King movie the mist. So thick, I couldn't see the lamp pole or any light from it at the end of my dad's 150' driveway. Dad woke up with us, and says maybe we shouldn't bother going. Now, to backtrack a bit, everyone has a chum like Dale. A total jerk. Thinking back, not sure why I ever hung around him, except that through him I met my best friend, so I guess that's how it goes sometimes.
Dale swears up and down by the time we get the boat launched, the wind will pick up and blow the fog off the lake, clear as day, says he.
Twisting my arm, I know we shouldn't go, but he persists and I cave. We get to the dock where Gary and our math teacher are in their boat waiting to go. Get it launched, and realize you can't see 10' in front of the boat. During the ride across the lake, I bumped the back of Gray's boat, just a nudge, no harm done. Get across the lake to our 'blind', to put it loosely - literally a depression surrounded by some reeds in the bank on the south end of the lake. Gary and the math teacher head for the most eastern part of the lake. Now, we get the decoys out and park the boat. It's cool, seasonal for late October, but the fog is heavier than ever. So, we wait and wait, and sure as ####, the wind did pick up. Blew the fog right off that lake, turning into 70 km/h winds and gusts on top of that. As the fog left, giant snowflakes took its place, so now it's a blizzard. It got cold very fast from there. So cold in fact, all we could do to stay warm, or less cold rather, was take the boat out of the water and flip it upside down on top of us. About an hour and a half goes by, and it's not letting off at all, decide we'll put the boat back in the water and pick up the decoys. About halfway through getting the decoys, a bump from the outboard. Hit a stump. Broken cotter pin and wouldn't ya know, no replacement...
It had oars, but these oars were all of 2.5 or 3" max wide. Might as well try using your hands instead of them, they were essentially useless, as the wind was so strong. So we're adrift. At least we were being blown in the direction of our soon to be rescuers. They didn't see us, we're about a mile away, busy shooting ducks from their boat. We managed to beach our boat on some very small rock island, so I grab my savage 12g and fire a shot in the air, go to take the 2nd shot, and it is so cold, the action froze open, so had to manually close it for the 2nd and 3rd shots, which they finally heard.
So, after a little while, they toodle on over to us, give us a rope to tie to our boat, collect the decoys and head to the marina.
Get home, takes 2 days to warm up again. I get the worst cold I think I'd ever had up to that point in my life, I was in bed for 8 or 10 days.
Fast forward years later, sure enough Dale is over at my buddy's place, and we got on to the subject of hunting and our story comes up. Dale now claims I was the one so eager to go, that I rammed Gary's boat so hard, my boat rode up halfway on theirs, etc etc, felt like socking him one in the mouth, even more than usual.
Moral of the story, lose friends like dale, or at the very least don't take their advice.
Dale swears up and down by the time we get the boat launched, the wind will pick up and blow the fog off the lake, clear as day, says he.
Twisting my arm, I know we shouldn't go, but he persists and I cave. We get to the dock where Gary and our math teacher are in their boat waiting to go. Get it launched, and realize you can't see 10' in front of the boat. During the ride across the lake, I bumped the back of Gray's boat, just a nudge, no harm done. Get across the lake to our 'blind', to put it loosely - literally a depression surrounded by some reeds in the bank on the south end of the lake. Gary and the math teacher head for the most eastern part of the lake. Now, we get the decoys out and park the boat. It's cool, seasonal for late October, but the fog is heavier than ever. So, we wait and wait, and sure as ####, the wind did pick up. Blew the fog right off that lake, turning into 70 km/h winds and gusts on top of that. As the fog left, giant snowflakes took its place, so now it's a blizzard. It got cold very fast from there. So cold in fact, all we could do to stay warm, or less cold rather, was take the boat out of the water and flip it upside down on top of us. About an hour and a half goes by, and it's not letting off at all, decide we'll put the boat back in the water and pick up the decoys. About halfway through getting the decoys, a bump from the outboard. Hit a stump. Broken cotter pin and wouldn't ya know, no replacement...
It had oars, but these oars were all of 2.5 or 3" max wide. Might as well try using your hands instead of them, they were essentially useless, as the wind was so strong. So we're adrift. At least we were being blown in the direction of our soon to be rescuers. They didn't see us, we're about a mile away, busy shooting ducks from their boat. We managed to beach our boat on some very small rock island, so I grab my savage 12g and fire a shot in the air, go to take the 2nd shot, and it is so cold, the action froze open, so had to manually close it for the 2nd and 3rd shots, which they finally heard.
So, after a little while, they toodle on over to us, give us a rope to tie to our boat, collect the decoys and head to the marina.
Get home, takes 2 days to warm up again. I get the worst cold I think I'd ever had up to that point in my life, I was in bed for 8 or 10 days.
Fast forward years later, sure enough Dale is over at my buddy's place, and we got on to the subject of hunting and our story comes up. Dale now claims I was the one so eager to go, that I rammed Gary's boat so hard, my boat rode up halfway on theirs, etc etc, felt like socking him one in the mouth, even more than usual.
Moral of the story, lose friends like dale, or at the very least don't take their advice.
Runningfool
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- SW Ontario
I love Hoyt's owl story, hope he shares it here.
I was duck hunting on an small island on Stoney Lake and things were quiet with not a lot of duck in the air. I took a minute to move away from my lookout point to have a leak and of course as I'm zipping up my fly and standing in full view the best opportunity to take a duck presents itself as 3 ducks fly straight at me while my Ithaca is 5 feet away leaning against a tree!! I went home empty handed that day with renewed belief in Murphy's law.
- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
We were driving in to our hunting spot, Crown land, when a big buck jumps the road in front of the van. one of the younger guys sings out stop, stop, I'll get him!
So we did. Out across the marsh he runs as fast as he can go, trying to get ahead of the buck. We watched from the van.
He's about 350 yards out, when he stops to scan ahead for the deer.
about then, the big buck stands up in the grass, 100 yards behind him and takes off. He turns and sees it, but too late.
We saw the whole thing from the van, he couldn't invent a story. We were laughing our asses off. "He out ran the deer" is a story we still tell today.
So we did. Out across the marsh he runs as fast as he can go, trying to get ahead of the buck. We watched from the van.
He's about 350 yards out, when he stops to scan ahead for the deer.
about then, the big buck stands up in the grass, 100 yards behind him and takes off. He turns and sees it, but too late.
We saw the whole thing from the van, he couldn't invent a story. We were laughing our asses off. "He out ran the deer" is a story we still tell today.
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Early one morning at first shooting light on route to our stands we spot two WT bucks fighting 200 yards out in a stubble field with some does watching.Pull over and turn off the truck to watch them fight and wait for better light.Sliding through the fence to a little knoll, I picked out the bigger bodies of the two as rack size was near identical and touch off the .338 win mag. Between the muzzle flash/recoil I see hair floating in the air where the two bucks were just pushing each other around.The standing buck is so wound up oblivious to the shot and focused on his adversary,he drives the horns into the dead buck several times and struts off towards the fleeing does entering a patch of red willows mid field. A group of road hunters pull up as we are loading my buck and I advise them the other buck is still nearby. But they are in such a hurry to see what's over the next hill as they drive off,we see the other buck cross the road within 20ft behind their truck and vanish.They couldn't see the forest for the trees..........Harold
WE all have had that group of high school friends that dissipates , fades away within a few summers of school ending . We usually had a ragtag group of anywhere from 4 to 10 guys . We hunted in groups , singley , what ever we felt like all year long .
One of the guys Gerry , was a Canadian Indian guy . He would be very much like a Graham Greene guy now at this age . Back then he hunted with jeans , plaid lumber jacket toque or cap and those horrible tan / orange leather work boots with the steel toes . Remember those , how your feet would freeze in them . This dude never got cold .
I was away from the group tracking the biggest prints I,d ever seen , in a few days old 3 or 4 inch snow . . Thinking , I was out on my own I decided to go TackleBerry style . I,m going from tree to tree , run dive behind a stump , reconnoiter , move to next tree etc . I,ve done this maybe 10 - 15 minutes . I stop to catch my breath , get my bearings . I check the tracks and I,m ready to go .
And suddenly outta No Where . Gerry,s voice booms out . ITS A F%^KING DOG IDIOT .
After I got my heart and lungs outta my throat . He tells me hadn't been more then 100 feet away from me most of the time . We Laughed our azzes off over it . Near the end of the hunt . We are set around a camp fire having some dogs an beers for lunch . All of a sudden Gerry jumps up looking around like he trying to sniff out who just monster farted . Grabs his gun and runs Rambo style into the bush . Pure reaction . I grab mine and run off right after him . We only ran a bit , tree to tree , then sat back an watched the other guys reactions .
That is my most fun hunting memory
One of the guys Gerry , was a Canadian Indian guy . He would be very much like a Graham Greene guy now at this age . Back then he hunted with jeans , plaid lumber jacket toque or cap and those horrible tan / orange leather work boots with the steel toes . Remember those , how your feet would freeze in them . This dude never got cold .
I was away from the group tracking the biggest prints I,d ever seen , in a few days old 3 or 4 inch snow . . Thinking , I was out on my own I decided to go TackleBerry style . I,m going from tree to tree , run dive behind a stump , reconnoiter , move to next tree etc . I,ve done this maybe 10 - 15 minutes . I stop to catch my breath , get my bearings . I check the tracks and I,m ready to go .
And suddenly outta No Where . Gerry,s voice booms out . ITS A F%^KING DOG IDIOT .
After I got my heart and lungs outta my throat . He tells me hadn't been more then 100 feet away from me most of the time . We Laughed our azzes off over it . Near the end of the hunt . We are set around a camp fire having some dogs an beers for lunch . All of a sudden Gerry jumps up looking around like he trying to sniff out who just monster farted . Grabs his gun and runs Rambo style into the bush . Pure reaction . I grab mine and run off right after him . We only ran a bit , tree to tree , then sat back an watched the other guys reactions .
That is my most fun hunting memory
cant_rope_the_wind01
CGN Regular
- Location
- West central Alberta
my friend (long since passed away)
and I were out hunting a field one evening when we were almost back to his pickem up
a really nice 5x6 wt buck walks out 40 yrds ahead of us
so my buddy ups and drops this buck
so he tags it as I go get the pickem up
we gets this buck loaded and off we
goes
well we almost gets to the gate and another buck comes running past us so I jumps out and dropped this buck
so my buddy backs up to this buck to load him
I opens up the tail gate and his deer is nowhere to be found
we are standing around looking scratchin our heads where the hell did his buck go???
so we decide to load the buck I shot and my buddy grabs a back leg and this deer has his tag on it
when we dressed out the deer the only bullet hole in it was mine
but there was a deep crease along the back of its head rt behind its horns
only thing we can figure out is my buddy shot and knocked that buck out ,
it must have come to and jumped out of the back of the truck
if it had run in any other direction we would never have noticed it
kinda still makes me laugh when ever I think of my friend and the memories we made together
and I were out hunting a field one evening when we were almost back to his pickem up
a really nice 5x6 wt buck walks out 40 yrds ahead of us
so my buddy ups and drops this buck
so he tags it as I go get the pickem up
we gets this buck loaded and off we
goes
well we almost gets to the gate and another buck comes running past us so I jumps out and dropped this buck
so my buddy backs up to this buck to load him
I opens up the tail gate and his deer is nowhere to be found
we are standing around looking scratchin our heads where the hell did his buck go???
so we decide to load the buck I shot and my buddy grabs a back leg and this deer has his tag on it
when we dressed out the deer the only bullet hole in it was mine
but there was a deep crease along the back of its head rt behind its horns
only thing we can figure out is my buddy shot and knocked that buck out ,
it must have come to and jumped out of the back of the truck
if it had run in any other direction we would never have noticed it
kinda still makes me laugh when ever I think of my friend and the memories we made together
My funniest one happened last November on the deer opener. We had set out a lot of bait - corn, apples, salt licks.... come sunrise a large black bear proceeds to go over to my bait and have breakfast. And I did not have a bear license. So for about 20 mins I watch this guy pig out before sauntering off. I went back in to town at lunch and buy a bear license. The bear was smart and did not show up during legal shooting time. It would amuse it's self by sneaking up on me when I was getting set up for deer in the mornings. I had a thread about it in the hunting section, and a lot of Nutz had a good laugh over it. And of course, since there was a bear around, no deer showed up..... Smokey is in the middle of the pic. Next May we are going out to settle his hash.
- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
I hope he's tasty!
My funniest one happened last November on the deer opener. We had set out a lot of bait - corn, apples, salt licks.... come sunrise a large black bear proceeds to go over to my bait and have breakfast. And I did not have a bear license. So for about 20 mins I watch this guy pig out before sauntering off. I went back in to town at lunch and buy a bear license. The bear was smart and did not show up during legal shooting time. It would amuse it's self by sneaking up on me when I was getting set up for deer in the mornings. I had a thread about it in the hunting section, and a lot of Nutz had a good laugh over it. And of course, since there was a bear around, no deer showed up..... Smokey is in the middle of the pic. Next May we are going out to settle his hash.
Black bears are too easy to spot. Look at a clearcut for a while
Me an Wodj were huntin up the Back of the Buckland one day, in pretty deep due to a random camera placed in an area which showed some goods an plethora of deer, So we planned# a early morning transit up along several tracks until we got into this system, just on day light there were deer seen taking off from our prescense.
We split up from the get go an went up a side each,# an back then I was a freshy on the Sambar Stag front an the other bloke was the guru so I remember from about 10 minutes in I could hear Does honking him an I was just waiting to hear a Shot so I could run over an get in the photo with him LOL
my side was pretty thick an I wasn't hearin or seeing anything! the deer clearly# knew which was the easy goin side an the hard goin side...
another half hour went by an then he got onto another bunch of Honkers, honk honk and I'm sitting tight still waiting for that shot..## nothing happens an back to it I go..
then a Honk followed by a 3006 barking !! I packed my #### away that quick# and started hoofing it toward the shot!
I got up to the area about 10 minutes later and was hollering like a schoolgirl at a disco,# When wodj pops out from behind a tree with a startled look followed by a stern SHHHH " I think ive wacked him but he took off down there, I'm giving it 10 then goin for a look" ,
Righto beauty!!# I load the Whelen back up an Offer my assistance... "i'll come in an help mate" , so we are tracking with wodj in front heading downward when all of a sudden a Stag up an takes off a bit sluggish!# "That's him" he says an we kind of freeze up to see how hard or how far it goes..
The Stag runs maybe 50 m just out of sight, in beautiful lush semi open scrub!
So WL rekons he will do his part an help Wodj so the Photo can be worthy of getting in on # ....
10 minutes later I see a Stags antlers an bum half covered in the scrub, Me being Me back then I wobble the scope up onto the Deers horns and follow down where ithink the neck goes an then to the shoulder Area..# Bloody WHOOMP the whelen flys an the smoke clears..# the Deers taken off again!!
"yep got him he'l die yabba yabba"# I sing out..## over comes the Hunter an asks where an I point that it was there an I shot it in the shoulder...
about half an hour later we are still on the trail of the bloody Stag!!### this time I let Wodj take over as I'm clearly suffering from buck fever.
Finally a Shot sings out well down in the system and a sigh of relief is heard..###
I get over there an we admire the Deer and roll him over an are both pretty excited..# so wheres these bullet holes!?
the 3006 kind of hit the leg bone n broke it, the 35 has#punched it RIGHT IN THE HAM of the rear LEG !!!#an so a few laughs of how pathetic WL is at shootin Deer an we get around to setting it up for photos an what not , I vaguely remember reaching for the Camera when NEk minnit a bit of a crash and#Wodj is no where to be seen!?!## except over the other side of the Deer is a Head an Shoulder sticking up from the Ground!?!?!!
photo explains well..(too late will get it up tomorrow-soon)
I remember larfin me ass off on the hill a few times but I cant actually think who I was with an why.. cheerio
WL
We split up from the get go an went up a side each,# an back then I was a freshy on the Sambar Stag front an the other bloke was the guru so I remember from about 10 minutes in I could hear Does honking him an I was just waiting to hear a Shot so I could run over an get in the photo with him LOL
my side was pretty thick an I wasn't hearin or seeing anything! the deer clearly# knew which was the easy goin side an the hard goin side...
another half hour went by an then he got onto another bunch of Honkers, honk honk and I'm sitting tight still waiting for that shot..## nothing happens an back to it I go..
then a Honk followed by a 3006 barking !! I packed my #### away that quick# and started hoofing it toward the shot!
I got up to the area about 10 minutes later and was hollering like a schoolgirl at a disco,# When wodj pops out from behind a tree with a startled look followed by a stern SHHHH " I think ive wacked him but he took off down there, I'm giving it 10 then goin for a look" ,
Righto beauty!!# I load the Whelen back up an Offer my assistance... "i'll come in an help mate" , so we are tracking with wodj in front heading downward when all of a sudden a Stag up an takes off a bit sluggish!# "That's him" he says an we kind of freeze up to see how hard or how far it goes..
The Stag runs maybe 50 m just out of sight, in beautiful lush semi open scrub!
So WL rekons he will do his part an help Wodj so the Photo can be worthy of getting in on # ....
10 minutes later I see a Stags antlers an bum half covered in the scrub, Me being Me back then I wobble the scope up onto the Deers horns and follow down where ithink the neck goes an then to the shoulder Area..# Bloody WHOOMP the whelen flys an the smoke clears..# the Deers taken off again!!
"yep got him he'l die yabba yabba"# I sing out..## over comes the Hunter an asks where an I point that it was there an I shot it in the shoulder...
about half an hour later we are still on the trail of the bloody Stag!!### this time I let Wodj take over as I'm clearly suffering from buck fever.
Finally a Shot sings out well down in the system and a sigh of relief is heard..###
I get over there an we admire the Deer and roll him over an are both pretty excited..# so wheres these bullet holes!?
the 3006 kind of hit the leg bone n broke it, the 35 has#punched it RIGHT IN THE HAM of the rear LEG !!!#an so a few laughs of how pathetic WL is at shootin Deer an we get around to setting it up for photos an what not , I vaguely remember reaching for the Camera when NEk minnit a bit of a crash and#Wodj is no where to be seen!?!## except over the other side of the Deer is a Head an Shoulder sticking up from the Ground!?!?!!
photo explains well..(too late will get it up tomorrow-soon)
I remember larfin me ass off on the hill a few times but I cant actually think who I was with an why.. cheerio
WL
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- Location
- WMU248 near Edmonton
I did that one time... well twice now.
first in similar circumstances, head and antlers I could see but a little greenery lower down. 300WM penetrated end for end and I found the bullet under the skin on the neck. Deer dropped in its tracks.
second one was walking away from me and as I fired it had decided to jump a log. 300WM shattered the right hind femur and ended up just under the left front shoulder. Deer managed to go a few yards.
fortunately both shots were higher up and did not make a nasty mess of the guts... that's another quartering the wrong way story.
If you think a hunting buddy who ####s himself in his cot from drinking too much, takes dumps right by the campfire, misses the outhouse hole and smears #### all over himself and my truck seat too without even realizing it, then I have funny stories to tell. Oh -- I just told them, but I didn't think the incidents were funny.
I had a buddy set up with a cow moose tag on small piece of bush I was pushing.I told him before I started I had a MD doe tag and if he heard me shoot to stay put as it was just me filling a tag.Started the push and had a 1/2 dozen MD does in front of me,so I drop the biggest one,stop long enough to tag it and continue through the piece.About 75 yards later here is a cow moose looking at me so I herd it in my partner's direction and holler get ready he comes your moose.I hear the shot and walk out to where he was and he had hit the cow but she had turned and re-entered the bush.So I put him on the other side of the property and do a reverse push. This time he gets it right and drops her about 100 yards from my doe.He also has a MD doe tag and I go get the Landcruiser and drive in to the moose.Fetching my doe and dragging it to the dead moose ,we both get into the disassembly .With the moose 3/4 skinned my buddy hisses ....don't move and reaches for his gun . I roll my eyes up to look from behind the cow and here comes 5 MD does parading past at 50 yards. Bang ......one more for the truck and it's only 8am opening day...........Harold
