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John Y Cannuck

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Lets here some of your fun stories.

A few years back I was invited to a shotgun only hunt, just one day.
Damn, what do I use? I normally rifle hunt. The pump gun has a broken extractor, so I grab the old Baikal side by side, smooth bore, and a handful of 2 3/4" 00 buckshot shells, of various makes, that I've had for years.
They were doing a drive, and I was placed just to fill the holes between their regular stands.
Everyone else is using fancy scoped mega $ slug guns I felt a bit like the poor cousin. (well I guess I am)
Anyway, I have been spectacularly lucky over my long hunting career, and that did not change on this day.
As the drivers approached, out pops a small doe, and as they had no meat at all, I was told that if it's brown, down it.
So the fancy gunners got their come upense from the old guy with the cheap side by side this day.
My cousin had a good laugh at their expense.
I had already filled the freezer, so I gave the doe to the group.
The wealthy types didn't want any, and my cousin had filled his freezer too, so I gave it to my friend the land owner.
 
Back when I just got my permit an old family friend took me with him on a hunt . So hear we were walking to his special spot ,and about 10 minutes in he grabs my shoulder and moves me a side levels his rifle click ! He says a few choice words cycles the action clicked again !! The dang young buck just stood there ( not more than 65 yards away ) this time he took the rifle off his shoulder and cycled it , the next thing I know is he dancing around red faced for a moment I was shure he was going to throw his rifle at the spike . Me being youg and dumm just stood there . What had happened is some where the mag had fallen out ( or he had forgotten it ) we looked for it going back to the truck but didn't find it. He swore he was going to sell that ###gun he was just besides him self . Next morning he found his spair mag , we got a dear the day after a bigger buck but not by much .
 
I went deer hunting with a friend, I had already shot my deer so if one showed up it was all his..... We are slowly walking along a field edge (in rifle country) when we spot a few deer cutting across the field (from one bush to another) . My buddy drops to his knees, lines up the 125 yd shot and shoots..... I am behind him when he takes the first shot.... Not sure what happened but notice the ground jumps up about 20 yds in front of him, 2nd shot same thing happens.... The deer run off... Standing there a little confused I asked what happened,....

It turns out he bought the gun used off someone and never bothered to sight it in..... Very embarrassing and silly, funny too I guess :)
 
Me and my dad were out elk hunting. We were in a great spot and had bulls bugling all around us in the morning but around ten everything quieted down with no actual sightings in the dense timber. Dad wandered off to have a poo, and I put a little distance between us to give him some privacy. I started playing around with a cow chirp when an elk lit up about 100 yards off and coming in. He came through the cover into an open spot at about 60 yards, coming straight at me. He was a decent looking 6x6. I was looking through the scope hoping for him to turn broadside when a rifle goes off to my right and he drops like a rock. I look over, and there's my dad, rifle in one hand, pulling up his pants with the other. He just shrugged and goes "I had the broadside and a good rest. Good calling though."
 
A couple guys that forget their trigger lock keys a 3:30 a.m. beside the truck before turkey hunting but the usual is for a new black powder hunter to forget the ram rod, in the truck or the camp or where they shot at a deer. Has happened more times than I can count now it has become second nature to ask"Do you have your ram rod". Get some odd looks but at some point in the week they have to go looking.
 
I had just shot a big WT doe at 75 yards from a tree stand overlooking a semi opened logged area.Descended the tree and walked over to her ,when I looked up a nice 5x5 is staring at me from under the left side of a large spruce.So I go to send him a bullet and damned if my cell phone I forgot to turn off starts ringing in my pocket and he spooks! Now I'm wild and answer the phone gruffly.The poor guy on the other end is a wrong number but I tear him a new one anyways.It's not good to keep things in. After resisting the urge to shoot the phone I pocket it and look up.The 5X5 has now returned to look at the idiot with the cell phone and is now exposed under the same spruce but now on the right side.I dropped the hammer on him and just shake my head at the mornings events.............Harold
 
A few years back I take my buddy out for a hunt.
Last day of the season, so a bit white out.
Came across a huge old mulie buck looking down upon us.
Told my buddy this is as good as it gets.
He gets out, loads that big Schultz and wanders to the back of the Zewk.
I counted four tines and I nod while poking my fingers in my ears.
Wait, wait, wait some more.........wtf?
The buck gets restless and turned and hightailed off.
I put old Zewk into gear and clamour up the road.
Not far up is a left, so I bounce off the road, grab me ker-pow and run
like the dickens back over the hill where the buck went.
Seen some fresh tracks, but not his.
An hour or so later we hook up and I asked him wtf he was doing?
Couldn't chamber a round.
You have twenty, fresh box of reloads...........mine.
Those I left at home.
Why?
Cuzz I was saving them for a special day.
Today ain't special?
No reply.
Where did these rounds come from?
With the rifle when I bought it.
I tried to chamber them and 16 chambered, three were tight and
one I couldn't close the bolt on.
Guess which one he tried to chamber?

For those with inquisitive minds, we shoot the same make and model gun.
Johnn's favorite.

Went back to the starting point to see where that big buck went off to.
He circled back and crossed the road behind us and went down the hill,
not up.

I laugh at this every time I think about it.
Old cuss is old for a reason and that day he had a bunch of luck with him as well.

Play safe folks.............. Happy 2017
 
mbogo3 said:
I had just shot a big WT doe at 75 yards from a tree stand overlooking a semi opened logged area.Descended the tree and walked over to her ,when I looked up a nice 5x5 is staring at me from under the left side of a large spruce.So I go to send him a bullet and damned if my cell phone I forgot to turn off starts ringing in my pocket and he spooks! Now I'm wild and answer the phone gruffly.The poor guy on the other end is a wrong number but I tear him a new one anyways.It's not good to keep things in. After resisting the urge to shoot the phone I pocket it and look up.The 5X5 has now returned to look at the idiot with the cell phone and is now exposed under the same spruce but now on the right side.I dropped the hammer on him and just shake my head at the mornings events.............Harold
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That is funny right there... ha, ha...
 
This year I hunted hard morning and afternoon for 3 or 4 days and ended up shooting a small buck out the kitchen window at hunting camp. It was just as the grey cup game was starting and everyone in the neighbourhood was over as we are the only cabin with a TV. So out the window with an audience, giving me a bit of a hard time... All in fun though. Good thing I didn't miss or I would have really got it. Good times and tasty deer.
 
Last year, I took it upon myself to bring my buddy deer hunting before he moved out of province. He had started hunting a couple years back but never had any luck so I told him I'd try to get him on some deer and it would be up to him to make it happen. I mean you can't pass on shooting a Saskatchewan Whitetail buck if you get the chance, especially if you're moving to the east coast. So I set up two good spots for us with good quality bucks in the SWMZ (ML and Shotty only).

Opening day I get a 100yds shot at a solid buck, with the ML, I miss, it was my first miss on an animal ever. Oh well it's the way she goes I guess, had to happen some day. A few days go by and I get solid action at my spot but nothing that beats the buck I miss so I keep passing what comes out. My buddy on the other hand sees nothing but does, so I tell him to come to my spot and take his chance. We're both sitting in my blind and out comes that big boy I missed on the opener, he comes out the same trail and stops mere feet of where I took my shot. My buddy raises the ML, fires and misses, same shot, same deer. We're both bummed out so I slowly start to reload the ML when suddenly, that big buck sticks out of the brush 150yds away, I scramble to finish loading the ML and hand it over to my buddy, as I'm doing so, the buck walks away. Like a nervous virgin trying to unwrap a rubber, I grab my grunt call and start calling. My buddy takes a second shot at the deer 175yds away and finally gets him. Both of us missed a clean broadside 100yds shot with a rest at this deer and it was the off hand 175yds shot that finally did the trick!

Needless to say my buddy was pretty happy and so was I. He's one of my best buddies and I'm glad we got it done together...
 
I took my neighbor out grouse hunting last year....... we walked up to a "covey" that ended up being nine birds..... the first one took off through thick bush..... the second took off and I hit it when it got about 6 feet off the ground..... then I wiffed on the third one in haste and was now empty (over under).....

Just then, neighbour finally clued in that shooting during a bird hunt when you see a bird may be a good idea... he adopted a stance I could only describe as something I have seen on the tv when my kids play call of duty...... the fourth and fifth took off simultaneously he pointed and squeezed the trigger and nothing.... forgot to take the safety off...... then the last four took off and he finally got a shot off, which he wiffed on........

I laugh because, in all of my 28 years hunting grouse, I have never seen so many in one place at the same time...... and to get one of the nine is ridiculous......

I asked my neighbor what he was doing and he said "I got excited...... back home in Sudbury, they don't fly until you shoot the first one"...... lol
 
Last day of the season for me last month. Snowing heavy. Every now and then the wind picks up and it's a blizzard for a couple minutes. I'm sitting in my ground blind rather than up in the tree. After one of the gusts goes by and I can see again a beautiful buck walks out. Stretches his nose as high as he can. And bounces away. Pretty cool. I wait a while and go home and shoot the arrow into the cube. Arrow hits the bullseye and the cross bow breaks in half. Kinda funny and there must be something symbolic in there somewhere.
 
I took two weeks off from work in BC to deer hunt at home in November. With the honey do list, the family commitments and Nova Scotia BS no Sunday hunting rules, it ended up being 5 or 6 days to actually get out.
I have three boys that love to hunt, the 14 year old and the 12 year old both went with me a couple of times and on the last day my 9 year old decided he wanted to go as well. So we drove to our woodlot before day light, got positioned in my favourite stand over a well used deer trail that has been very good to me in years past and settled in to wait. My son sits for awhile and then gets twitchy, small movements and tapping lol, I try to find things that are interesting, the chickadees, a woodpecker and the ever present squirrels, not too worried about his movements because we're in a hardwood stand on a frosty morning, the deer sound like a herd of cattle when they're moving.
After about an hour I hear some noises that I suspect aren't a squirrel, after listening for a bit I figure its a deer sneaking in from the side slowly and cautiously, I carefully lean down and whisper "Okay buddy, you have to be real still and quiet, there's a deer in the thicket coming this way"

He looks at me and says (at full volume) "Did you say I have to be still?" accompanied shortly after by the sound of a deer snorting then running away. He looked at me and asked what that noise was. Its funnier now and I did laugh then, but it was a little forced.
 
My late uncle, on returning from WWII, at a time when Moose, deer, and bear were all open at the same time.
He had been sitting for a few hours with his trusty SMLE, when he got an urge. Looking about he found himself a nice log to drape his butt over.
In mid grunt, he hears a crash, and looking up is surprised to see a young bull moose running straight at him.
He grabs the SMLE, and drops the moose with one shot.
Then he looks down... ah crap...

Fancy bullets back then, surplus 303 with the points filed off. They tell me now that this is not safe, but it's what they all used in the late 40's early 50's .
 
A few years ago my gf wanted to join her 9 year old son and I on a morning waterfowl hunt. She had hunted in the past with her ex husband for moose but never waterfowl. So we drop the boat in the launch in the pre-dawn darkness, load the gear and put on our life jackets and head out in the darkness across the marsh. Now I know the place like the back of my hand after 25 years of hunting there and would normally run full throttle but I slowed down so not to scare them. We get to the blind, set out the decoys settle in and wait for sunrise. Daybreak comes and birds start to move about. After a few minutes I call in a flock of 5 Canada's. I dump one and miss the second shot from my O/U. I back the boat out of the blind and collect the bird throwing it on the floor between myself and her and her son. The young felliw is totally enthralled and checking out the goose and his mom apoears to be pretty happy with it all. As they are busy talking quietly and examining the bird I see a flock of three ducks coming our way. I tell them to stay still as we have birds headed our way. Two sail on past just out of range for my IC choke outside the edge of the dekes but the third commits and sets in to land with the Canada dekes. Bang, splash, retrieve, toss on floor. Young lad is really excited, he can't get over the colours on the drake Wood Duck I just dumped. I am watching the sky once more and keep hearing look at this colour mom, mom look at the beak, mom look at the wings when you open them, etc., Mom is awful quiet this time? I look over and Mom has the bird on her lap stroking it's feathers with tears streaming down her cheeks? I am shocked! My part native girlfriend is crying over a dead duck? No! Can't be? I say "what's the matter?" She replies "do you have to shoot the pretty ones?". I said "the goose isn't pretty too?" She says "no, it's ugly and they crap all over the park!" I couldn't stop laughing. There was lots of teasing about her ancestry after that and how she'd have starved had she cried to her brave 150 years ago when he dragged dinner back to the tee-pee. We both had a good laugh over that!
 
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Recently, I was hunting for funny hunting stories on CGN. Set up on this wide open thread and within seconds, had some decent looking funny stories come walking in. Maybe 100yrds out.

Hoping to wait for an elusive monster to come, I just sit there and watch the funny stories come and go.

About 5 min later, I spot these other typers come barging across the the thread, right towards my stand! Screaming and hollering about how the funny stories that I was observing were, in fact, not funny stories at all. Names and labels get bandied about and before you know it, I'm sitting in a stand on CGN all alone, with no more funny stories to be seen.
 
Loyalist said:
Recently, I was hunting for funny hunting stories on CGN. Set up on this wide open thread and within seconds, had some decent looking funny stories come walking in. Maybe 100yrds out.

Hoping to wait for an elusive monster to come, I just sit there and watch the funny stories come and go.

About 5 min later, I spot these other typers come barging across the the thread, right towards my stand! Screaming and hollering about how the funny stories that I was observing were, in fact, not funny stories at all. Names and labels get bandied about and before you know it, I'm sitting in a stand on CGN all alone, with no more funny stories to be seen.
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Must agree with MDR! Even if I did trample all over the place and fart in the blind, that is definitely well written and funny. Thanks Loyalist!
 
Oh, oh, oh, I got one......................shaking fist in the air like a grade three'er.............

If any of you have hunted chukars you may be able to relate to this story.

Here goes.
Old Paw loved to hunt these things.
Old Bo-bo, short arsed tail trying to flicker back and forth.
Yes, old Bo-bo (dad pronounced it Bow-Bow) was a German Shorthaired Pointer.
Awsum dog. Sniffed them feathers out like the Dicken's.
We hunted both sides of the Fraser River all through the canyon.
As anyone whom has driven through this area is well versed on the clackitty clacks
that roll through there.
Yeeeeeee-up, need to heed them trains.......chewwww-ohh-chewwwww.
The old boy hawllered to get ready as the hound had his head down, stub up and
one forward leg off the ground.
Typical for these breeds.......glorious stance...........firm and rigid.
Brrrr, brrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr off they go.
There was a train going by and box cars with open doors.
The old A-5 barked three times and I watched the first one heading down buckle.
These dang feathers don't fall out of the air when hit as the momentum keeps them going.
A smile crosses me face.
Is it, no.............can't be..........ollie chit.........it did.
Dang bird and an open door met.
Paw boxcard a bird.
The old man looked up at me.
If ever there was a Kodak moment, that would of been it.
Three for three, or was it two-furr?
The hound brought the other two back and looked at the old boy.
WTF yew dew'n sir master?
 
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