This is my kind of joke!
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Hunting partner jokes! Share your tricks and pranks
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This is my kind of joke!
we were working as a construction crew and gathered in a couple of groups at a shed of the amish boss to get our work for the day. there was a buggy being built on one side of the shed and one of the crew loudly says he is going to inspect the workmanship and disappears behind the buggy, next thing i know a skunk appears in the middle of the shed and the buggy inspector steps out with a handgun and says not to worry he will get it and starts shooting . it scared the crap out of everyone but was a total setup . the skunk was a stuffed one and was on a fishing line pulled by the buggy inspector and the gun was firing blanks . it was the best prank ever and we still laugh about it . lots of tricks played on a construction crew and you need a sense of humour .
I had a large group of buddies and we would all head to Crow Indian Lake (aka King's Lake) for ducks and geese. One of the guys always had a mixed bag of reloaded shotshells in the boat with him. Every trip I would drop something else in his bag when the shooting was intense. Sometimes salt loads that just made a really loud bang and made him think he was a really bad shot. The occasional slug, and one time he turned a mallard inside out on a long shot, which I did not expect. I once managed to get a flare in there without him recognizing the weight difference when he loaded it up; that was awesome. Beautiful late October morning, cold, mist coming off the water, decoys bumping into the start of ice, sunrise just busting the horizon, mallards coming in low, and the first shot of the morning was a plume of smoke followed by a bright flash of red and a big puff of smoke. That really got the ducks moving from the far end of the lake. Ducks swirling around everywhere but the rest of us didn't hit a thing as we were laughing so hard.
Four of us moose hunted for 15years out of a 14' x 16' prospectors tent, we had a sleep cot in each corner. We put two large tarps over the whole thing to shed rain and snow and cut the condensation issues. We had one fella who hated mice and was actually scared of them. That particular fella as a treat to the rest of us would buy us each about 10 chocolate bars. I would take one break it into wee pieces and put it in the corner of the tent under his cot. The mice would run up and down the corner of the tent all night eating up the bar. He'd be smacking the sides of tent and roof cursing at them calling them little bastards and why were they picking on him. I would do this every couple nights for the two weeks we were up there. Every once in a while he would pull his cot out during the day and check to see why the mice were running the tent corner, of course he never found anything as the mice would have it all cleaned up by then. That went on for for almost the full 15 years and he never caught on I was baiting them, he figured those mice where out to get him and he hated them. Hardest part for the rest of us was keeping a straight face.
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Redsoilreaper
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Years ago a good friend decided he wanted to get his PAL and try target/skeet shooting with the rest of the gang. Well the first time out he did well, started saying how easy it was etc etc, well the next time I said try my o/u, but I will load it for you as I wouldn't want you to scratch it.....ok he says. Well I loaded the gun each time and he missed each time( he said "wow I thought I was a natural!", finally he says can I load one, sure pass him a shell............."you no good such and such". I had bought a box of Kent field trial blanks and they worked like a charm! We all had a good laugh and went back to shooting.
Not a "prank", but a funny story. This last December my wife shot her first buck. It was a big one and she was stoked. So after the pics and tagging, I sent her back to our vehicle to get the toboggan to drag it out while I started gutting. I had only brought one flashlight, so she used the flashlight app on my phone as it was pitch dark by now. She didn't mention anything when she got back, but later that night she asked if I had heard her scream when she went to the vehicle? I said no, I would have come running if I had. Well, there was this reed with a big tuft of seed with a broken stalk hanging over the laneway. As she got closer, all of a sudden a black shadow came racing at her, which caused her to lose her marbles. The next morning on our way back in I found it, and yes it really does look like some black critter is charging at you, I'm just glad it was her not me. I have reminded her of being scared of reeds and shadows many times since then.
