Strangest hunting moment?

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For the sake of conversation, and mostly I just want to share my most peculiar hunting moment, what's your funniest / strangest hunting moment?

Mine was a Grouse I successfully shot that I didn't intend to. Quite some time ago I was small game hunting in grass and scrub and I saw a Ruffed Grouse, I was shooting a .22 with a sliding sight jack under the rear sight. I took aim at the Grouse, maybe 50 yards from me, fired, and it flinched but didn't take off. No dust, no indication of where the bullet went. I fired again, same act, bird flinched, and I had no idea where the bullet went. Just as I was about to shoot again and was wondering what the hell was happening, I noticed something moving way past the bird, and saw a wing waving in the air up the slightest of slopes down range. I realised then the sight jack had slid way forward, and I was shooting with a lot of elevation in, and I walked all the way up to the other bird I'd hit giving the first bird a free pass. It was the same odds as closing my eyes and shooting somewhere into the far off grass and bagging a Grouse. Definitely a "You're not going to believe this," moment back home.

So that's mine, yours?
 
I'm game.
My first moose up north. Bull moose draw and I told the crowd, no cutting me tag.
Most of you know the phrase.
Lots of opportunity the first few days for others to go tag happy.
Last day I meander away from the river.
Dang short noisy river bank growth. Work my way in and found a bit of clear area.
I sit and watch. Move half way through the next bunch of bush and the moosie lawrds
shine down on me....:bigHug:
Big bull, nose down and munching away. I raise the old Schultz and much to my dismay,
the barrel was following me heart beat. Yup, up and down, up and down.......chit me pense,
this ain't going to work.
Nothing sturdy to lean on. The wind starts to play some games as the old bull starts to sniff.
Crap. Down on one knee I go. More worser.
Now the side glance...........more chit.
Plunk me arse down right there. Puddle and all.
He's got me pegged.
Still got this barrel up and down thing 'bout perfected now.
Krap, chit and more krap.
Then the old man from up above has a warm spot happening.
"Son", he whispers in me ear, "Remember what I told you".
"When that happy chit happens, swing the barrel, left to right, one,
two, three, pull".
Dang it, down he goes.
It does work.
He's up on the wall for those of you pester'in nay nay........

Ooooooooh yah, "thanks Pa".......:wave:

Sometimes the wind is worth listening to.
 
I'll play. I Took my nephew out grouse hunting. We were treking through the woods on the back 40 with pickins being slim. Well I had bagged one with my lil ol .410 and we were headed back up to the house but through the brush just in case. Wouldn't you know it a ruffie comes buzzin in low right over my nepews head. I says to him " this ones yours" well he slips a round into his break action .410 turns aims drops the hammer and gets rewarded with splatter. The muzzle wasn't 6 feet from the bird. Results: missing drumstick and easy dressing because everything just kinda slid out the hole left behind.
 
My buddy and I were taking our pups (7 & and 8 months old) out for their first pheasant hunt. We stop and get out and let the dogs loose and then begin to discuss which of two bits of cover would be good for the inexperienced pups to work first. After about 5 min we look up and see both dogs on point 100 yards away with a rooster peeking its head over the grass. We both agreed this was a good place to start.
 
Was hunting a favorite deer spot near the banks of the Wood River. At legal shooting time "the dawn firefight" broke out somewhere just east of us, near the hamlet of Coderre. Myself and my hunting partner were just about to move out of this small steam bed, emptying into the nearby river when a WT doe trotted out into view. She was totally distracted and frightened by the fusilade or rifle fire & was looking about 120 degrees away from us over her shoulder quit often, while she was moving from west to east. She hesitated in the coullie & I made the bold remark whispering, "Now watch this!" I scooted up close being as silent as possible, ended up at about 5 feet & crosswind of the doe as I kept to the low spots, mostly heading due south during this stalk (still unaware of our precense) I looked back at my hunting buddy and smiled once, then looking back at the deer, as I extended my one arm holding the 308 bolt action rifle and at about a range of one or two feet let her have it to the base of her neck!

Probably will never happen again in this lifetime.
 
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This isn't my story ... it was my Dad's.

He was partridge(grouse) hunting and shot one about 20 feet into the woods. He goes over to pick it up and as he's about to reach down to pick it up he hears a cat growl behind him, so he turns around and there's a Lynx looking at him.
So he shouts at it to go away ... but it doesn't want to give it's meal away ... so it decides to crouch down for a pounce .... So my dad shoot it with his 20guage.
 
Years ago i was in Africa to hunt tigers, one day I was out in the jungle and I heard a noise I spun around with my gun at the ready and there in the tree was a tiger in mid leap I fired and missed, luckly the tiger misjudged and overshot his mark. Next day I went out to practice some shots from the hip at short distances when again I heard a noise, I creeped silently through the bush and there was the tiger...................................practicing shorter leaps.
 
A number of years ago, my brother in law and myself were deer hunting in a deer-rich area.

As we walked along an old skid road through a slash, 4 does ran across the road about 125 yards away.
They kept running up the hill, and then over a rise.

We expected them to show up in the next higher rise, but instead, one doe returned and stood right on top of the lower hill.

My BIL said, go ahead! I was packing a nearly brand new Ruger M77 Mk 2 in 6.5x55, loaded with my favorite load, the 140 Partition.

I raised the rifle, and fired one shot. The doe compliantly took 2 steps and fell over, double-lunged.
We worked our way up to the doe to dress her.

Imagine our surprise to find a second doe down, with her spine severed by that same Partition after passing through the first deer.

She had apparently been standing behind the first doe, but lower down, and we had not seen her.
Two tags filled with one shot that day, lol.

Regards, Eagleye
 
This isn’t my strangest hunting moment, but it is a story about a strange hunting moment so here goes.

I was at the range in High Level AB on a sunny mid-September day and we were having our last trap shoot of the season. There were quite a few members out that day and after shooting a few rounds and operating the trap for a few more rounds, I had an opportunity to sit one out and have a break.

At the picnic table were several other shooters and members of their families. The annual migratory bird season was in full swing and one young lady at the table had a beautiful young black lab about 7 or 8 months old.

The dog’s owner was busy breaking clays and the young lady, his daughter, was telling all of us how this experience at the range might help accustom the dog to the sound of gunfire. She said that her Dad had taken the pup out for a goose hunt a few days earlier and was not too pleased with his new dog.

I asked why her Dad was not happy with such a beautiful well behaved dog.

She replied “Well, Dad took Lucky out for a goose hunt and things did not go well. He set up in his camouflaged blind in the middle of a quarter section of field peas and then set out his decoys. He made a few calls and a big flock turned and came into his spread of decoys. They came in just perfectly about 15 yards out from the blind. He jumped up and shot a nice big Canada goose. The goose was flopping on the ground and Dad yelled to Lucky “Fetch!” and Lucky ran out and humped the goose!”
 
Eagleye said:
A number of years ago, my brother in law and myself were deer hunting in a deer-rich area.

As we walked along an old skid road through a slash, 4 does ran across the road about 125 yards away.
They kept running up the hill, and then over a rise.

We expected them to show up in the next higher rise, but instead, one doe returned and stood right on top of the lower hill.

My BIL said, go ahead! I was packing a nearly brand new Ruger M77 Mk 2 in 6.5x55, loaded with my favorite load, the 140 Partition.

I raised the rifle, and fired one shot. The doe compliantly took 2 steps and fell over, double-lunged.
We worked our way up to the doe to dress her.

Imagine our surprise to find a second doe down, with her spine severed by that same Partition after passing through the first deer.

She had apparently been standing behind the first doe, but lower down, and we had not seen her.
Two tags filled with one shot that day, lol.

Regards, Eagleye
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That is a good one there, enjoyed that.

And BRNO8x57, I lived in High Level as well, and also find myself again returned to Northern BC, small world hearing the range talked about, and a cheeky dog there.
 
My best story is hunting with a Mod 24 Savage 410/22L.R. 5 Grouse (spread out) at 20 yds, my daughter says shoot one with each barrel dad. So I did, first with 22 then changed hammer toggle as they were flushing and shot 2nd bird in flight with 410. Daughter says "that's easy eh dad". Respectfully Jim Mansell
 
Not much of a story but its the only one that comes to mind at the moment.

One day last season I was out checking bear baits around noonish trying to decide which one to hunt that evening. I'm flipping through trail cam pics with my back to the barrel when I hear a stick snap behind me. I turn and look over my shoulder, hoping to see a squirrel or whiskey jack picking through the oats scattered around.

Well here a damned bear had come right into the bait with me standing there! He came right past the bait and was looking at me from no more than ten feet away. I turned slowly and faced him, while my brain visualized my shotgun, tucked behind the seat of my pickup, a good 4 miles away. (Not gonna see one in the middle of the day, anyway, right?!)

I figured I'd better do something, so I mustered up my sternest voice and told him, "You'd better get the fck out of here right now."

He ran his tongue under his top lip and took half a step forward.

I lost it, no more tough guy for me LOL. I screamed at him and waved my arms, which sent him running off into the bush, thank god. I wasted no time in clearing out of there myself. Later I would see on the trail cam that he returned three minutes after I left, and kept feeding.
 
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