meet stranger while hunting

[david doyle]

We all like to have our own private piece of paradise while hunting for both saftey and productivity, however those who are not large land owners can't really expect that all the time so inevitabley there is going to be some "overlap" in hunting areas used.
We've been hearing a lot of negative examples of how hunters who are strangers interact how about some examples of meeting nice folks while hunting, favors done and hospitality extended.

With some of the recent threads a new hunter might be a bit leary of thier prospects for survival on crown lands in this country LOL, maybe we need to balance things out a bit.

Ever have some one move a duck blind to make room for yours, been offered a cup of coffee for the drive out, or learned of a nice place from a stranger? How about that tug out of the ditch or simply the believed wish of "good luck to ya" in passing?

 

[cdngunner]

Hunting in farmland you cant but help to run in someone sooner or later. My friend and I planted about 14 acres of corn for the deer hunt. The piece of land was adjacent to the neibours land. On opening day I was making my trek along the fence row to my spot when somone spoke to get my attention. It was someone the neighbour had given permission to fro hunting. We chit chated for a minute or two. Knowing that we were coming to hunt he had set up a few hundred yards away from my stand. Doesn't seem much to you people out west, but thats how tight we are packed sometimes. I told him as long as he kept his shots to his side of th fence everything should be OK. You just got to know when to get pissed or not. There were other times up north when we had run into people during lunch time. We chit chated and exchanged stories of other hunts. We also exchanged our locations. and timed our exit out of the bush so that the furthest out would come in first. benefiting everyone
GENERALLY, I think most hunters are OK. And any problems can be discussed to the point where everyone benefits. I have even told hunters on neighbouring properties where the deer have the trails. Again we discussed where everyone was and they co-operated by placing themselves so they wouldn't interfere with anyone.

Nothing worse then getting up and seeing someone twenty feet away, thats a little too close!

 

[nlevandier]

I live in Fredericton, which is pretty close to CFB Gagetown, so there's is a large population of hunters around that don't seem to want to travel far to hunt (myself "occasionally" included).

Meeting hunters is just part of the game. That's how you hear stories of other good spots or new techniques, and sometimes develop new friendships. I've met new hunting buddies through x-hunting buddies. There's even a guy I work with whom I had already met once before while duck hunting...now me and him go hunting once and awhile.

I'm yet to meet a bastard out there but I know they exist. Main thing is to keep face because you are representing the hunter population and people love an excuse to hate people with guns!

 

[Gatehouse]

If I see anyone else hunitng in MY area, I just S.S.S.

 

[Cordur]

It'll never happen Gatehouse. Between the .375's presence and yourself there wouldn't be enough room for anyone else in the area.

 

[99trix]

About 20 years ago I was hunting on a logging road and came across a truck burried in the ditch with a load of firewood. It was probably about 60 miles from my home town and about 30 miles to the next town. The guy was all by himself and I was hunting with my Dad. The guy was from the other town and was just out to cut some wood for an elderly friend of his that enjoyed burning wood, but was too sick to be able to get out and get his own. I happened to be driving a small 4x4 toyota and this was a full size regular cab ford that was stuck. He asked if he could get in the back and get a ride back to the highway to hitchhike home to get some help or a tow truck. I told him that I had a tow strap and offered to try to pull him out. The front wheels had gone through ice on the side of the road that covered the ditch and the truck was only a 2 wheel drive and probably 1.5 times the weight not including the load of firewood. We work for about and hour jacking up the front and trying to block it up, we transfered enough wood from his truck to mine to give me some weight. Then we gave it the old yank and luckly we got his truck back on the road. The guy was so happy and wanted to give us money since we lost most of our afternoon of hunting and it was too late to go where we were headed. I refused and he offered us a soda in a brown bottle, so we accepted that. While enjoying the soda and talking, we found out that the firewood was being cut for my Uncle who lived in this other town! Not that I would have done anything different, it was just cool finding that out!

 

[Ardent]

About 20 years ago I was hunting on a logging road and came across a truck burried in the ditch with a load of firewood. It was probably about 60 miles from my home town and about 30 miles to the next town. The guy was all by himself and I was hunting with my Dad. The guy was from the other town and was just out to cut some wood for an elderly friend of his that enjoyed burning wood, but was too sick to be able to get out and get his own. I happened to be driving a small 4x4 toyota and this was a full size regular cab ford that was stuck. He asked if he could get in the back and get a ride back to the highway to hitchhike home to get some help or a tow truck. I told him that I had a tow strap and offered to try to pull him out. The front wheels had gone through ice on the side of the road that covered the ditch and the truck was only a 2 wheel drive and probably 1.5 times the weight not including the load of firewood. We work for about and hour jacking up the front and trying to block it up, we transfered enough wood from his truck to mine to give me some weight. Then we gave it the old yank and luckly we got his truck back on the road. The guy was so happy and wanted to give us money since we lost most of our afternoon of hunting and it was too late to go where we were headed. I refused and he offered us a soda in a brown bottle, so we accepted that. While enjoying the soda and talking, we found out that the firewood was being cut for my Uncle who lived in this other town! Not that I would have done anything different, it was just cool finding that out!

Love hearing stuff like this.

 

[fogducker]

on our first year of moose hunting on crown land..
we stopped to talk to a few lads that were camping on the same old logging road as us..we had a great chat and exchanged info on all the sighting we have seen..
overthe next few years we have always come across the same people,always with the same great talks of the moose in the area,then in about the third year.
they invited us to there camp for a few pints and a great dinner..
we accepted the great offer..
for the next few years it was a yearly thing for us to join each others camp for a few pints and a bite to eat..
six years later(this year),we joined there camp for the complete hunt.
was one of the most fun hunts i,ve ever been on..
lots of great people out there..
just have to take a minute to chat to them

 

[leslea_kate]

While there are the wingnuts out there, the vast majority of hunters I've encountered have been friendly and more often than not, a fair bit helpful.

Usually, when I'm out hunting, if I encounter anyone, the reaction is a friendly wave, a how do you do & a hearty "GOOD LUCK". It speaks volumes, that THAT is the standard and the ones who are... unpleasant... are the exceptions. One can only hope those exceptions get more & more rare.

Mind you, in the years since I started hunting (back in the early 80's), I can count the number of bad hunters on one hand... and I've more than lost count of the good ones.

L