Hunts THAT CRASHED & BURNED!!!

If we are talking about other peoples stories that went bad... here is a locale tale from a few years ago. Two young guys were talking about going hunting in a small town hardware store and were overheard by another young guy... the fella asked if he could join them on their trip, just an overnight trip for grouse... they knew each other but the new comer was a socially awkward fellow... they said "sure come along." They departed, and at some point during the day the awkward young man shot a beaver with his 12 gauge... and just left it flopping in the pond... this didn't "sit right " with the other two. That night around the campfire, the two were "giving the gears" to the awkward fellow about killing the beaver... all of a sudden he swung his shotgun up and shot one guy in the chest, and turned to fire at the other guy who was running away at this point, wounding him. The wounded hunter managed to get to help and report the incident. The whole area was shut down as the police began a manhunt... it ended with the discovery of the body of the shooter, dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound...

That is a hunt gone seriously wrong.
 
There was the year a tree fell on my Jeep.

Another year I got two flat tires at once.

Then there was the time a tree punched out the side window.

The year the differential side gear pin slid out and ripped the bottom out of the transmission in the van.

This is just stuff that has happened to me, not the other guys.
 
I used to work on a game farm when I was younger. My friend who owned it was closing up to focus on a business he bought and regrettably had no time for raising 6,000 pheasants/year for hunting. In all the years he had the place there had never been an accident, until the final hunt! Then two dummies decided not to follow the rules including the basic rules of firearms safety and each decided to shoot at a low flying rooster that passed between them not more than 4- 5 feet off the ground with about 80 yards separating the pair. Well one of the guys took a few pellets (7.5's) to the face. Three to be exact. A fourth was prevented from taking out his eye by his work safety glasses he had worn!! One entered an ear lobe and travelled up and around coming to rest in the top edge following the curve of the ear along the cartilidge, another had punctured and was buried in his top gum having passed through the top lip, the third was in the thick part of his cheek directly below the shattered lens of the safety glasses. You cannot imagine how much blood can come from three number 7.5 pellets in the face?! His face looked like it had been turkey jelly necked!! Now that move was dumb enough but to make matters worse at the hospital of course a shooting injury is instant police involvement so he lies to the nurse and says some other hunter he does not know on a logging road shot him accidentally while grouse hunting!! He didn't want to get the other fellow who shot him on the pheasant hunt in trouble. It turned into an intersesting afternoon when they returned to the game farm OPP in tow!!
 
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NS has an annual moose draw, somewhere win the vicinity of 350 tags for 11,000 entrants, crappy odds and no preference points or anything like that. I've been putting in for 8 years I believe with no luck.

One of my good friends began hunting last season at 37, I helped him take and process his first whitetail buck last fall and we'd agreed to put in for our moose tags together, the winner (if we were so lucky) giving the loser one of the companion tags. I watched the draw results live on line (about the only advance NS has made in the system in the last 30 years) and nearly fell over when my friends name popped up. He'd won one of the wilderness area tags, no motorized vehicles, hike in only.

Plans were made, a guide contacted and hired, tags purchased, rifles sighted, supplies spotted out and I went back to Northern BC for another shift at work, flights and time off booked for the hunt.

Phones and internet go down at camp, no contact for a day and a half. Finally get in touch with my wife 5 days before my departure date, she informs me that she has some bad news, my friend had called, he'd torn his achilles tendon, no hunt. Can't transfer the tag and he has a surgery scheduled for the middle of the hunt week.

Pretty disappointed, but he's doing well and another hunter got a chance at the tag.
 
New ATV , 850 CanAM . 4 flats in two days that couldn't be plugged because they were two ply condom tires . 2 times in each front . Back to town to the tire shop for patches . Little dry pine branches , not much bigger than needle size on the logging roads punching right through the tires . At one time both fronts were flat . Helll of a time all day long getting the truck and trailer in there . Couldn't get the lug nuts off with the tire wrench , electric impact gun , socket and ratchet or a 36 inch power bar with a socket . The torque spec is 72 ft/lbs . The guy at the tire shop figured they were somewhere over 200 and suprised the studs didn't break . That was from the fool who assembled it . 2 full days lost but gone also are those Carlyle tires and Mud Lites are on .
 
Made a trip up north for moose last year. One us us,brought the flu up with him. 2 days in we were all sick, in a 20ft travel trailer.... Took 3 days before we were able to drive out. Don't think I have ever been that sick my entire life.
 
Not a hunting trip but a total screwup. Winter trip five miles down the lake on ice to the cabin. My buddy brought his newly rebuilt trike and I was skiing. Halfway to the cabin met my buddy walking back, the rebuild had seized. We turned around and headed back to the Landing. We needed a snow machine which meant going back to Smithers and needed to borrow a trailer to haul it on. Off we went. Upon return to the lake with buddy's snow machine we set out again. This time with me on a tow rope with my skiis. Got into the over proof Bacardi that night feeling sorry for ourselves. That came up the next morning when I was trying to start the fire in a very below zero cabin. Next day the real work begins. We head back with the trike on a borrowed skimmer me getting pulled behind that and all is well down the lake. Now the two wheel drive pickup (no chains) cannot make it up the first hill. The trike is in the PU box and the sled is on the trailer. The only way we can make the hills is if I sit on the bumper of the PU after unloading the sled before each hill. I then put on my skiis, go back the sled drive it up the hill and reload it on the trailer. It took five hours to go 45 miles.

The next one is a fishing trip that included three days stuck in a swamp with a worm jack and a screw driver that would raise the truck about one inch per lift. Two loggers showed up on day four and got us out. Last move before we left on the trip was to offer to throw in my jack-all but the truck owner said no problem he had one. Not an impressive jack and we got skunked on the river. Thought my fishing partner learned his lesson, wrong. Next year same trip but in his brand new van. Trip went well however on the way out the road had washed out, my buddy had a major brain fart and put both front wheels over the edge and there we were. Asked him for the jack and the factory issue one comes out with the little tab that fits into the bumper which is ten feet from nowhere. Loggers saved our butts again and last trip with that guy.
 
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