fratri said:
Aye. Me too.
Had a friend tell me a similar story and he said that was the end of his calf moose hunts.
Strangest hunting moment?
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Aye. Me too.
Had a friend tell me a similar story and he said that was the end of his calf moose hunts.
Brutus
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Strangest hunting moment with a rimfire rifle:
I once had a superb small game hunting spot in the Cold Lake petroleum oilfields.
An active work area swallowed up this area about two years ago.
One could ambush bunnies at a crossroads of two goat trails on a fairly regular basis.
The local A personality lynx resented my discovery of this wonderful spot.
Once used a 22 LR carbine and 22 short ammunition at about 150 yards. The ammunition was target style, lead round nose.
The first bullet clipped the one ear, of the sitting still rabbit. The next one hit it in the hip as it was in the early process of springing away from danger and I had held for it`s head.
The animal died after about 10 seconds of flopping around. I fully expected a very messy gut shot.
But upon cleaning it up, I discovered the round penetrated the abdominal cavity of the hare, but spun around inside the body cavity.
Not even once, piercing the guts in this strange circular spinning motion hugging the internal ribcage & such in a kind of upward cork screw like trajectory.
And the finally round came to rest with just enough juice to punch through the the diaphragm and the bottom of one lung.
Never seen this before & I strongly suspect I`ll never see this again. Plus I don`t use 22 Short any more for hunting small game.
weirdness
I once had a superb small game hunting spot in the Cold Lake petroleum oilfields.
An active work area swallowed up this area about two years ago.
One could ambush bunnies at a crossroads of two goat trails on a fairly regular basis.
The local A personality lynx resented my discovery of this wonderful spot.
Once used a 22 LR carbine and 22 short ammunition at about 150 yards. The ammunition was target style, lead round nose.
The first bullet clipped the one ear, of the sitting still rabbit. The next one hit it in the hip as it was in the early process of springing away from danger and I had held for it`s head.
The animal died after about 10 seconds of flopping around. I fully expected a very messy gut shot.
But upon cleaning it up, I discovered the round penetrated the abdominal cavity of the hare, but spun around inside the body cavity.
Not even once, piercing the guts in this strange circular spinning motion hugging the internal ribcage & such in a kind of upward cork screw like trajectory.
And the finally round came to rest with just enough juice to punch through the the diaphragm and the bottom of one lung.
Never seen this before & I strongly suspect I`ll never see this again. Plus I don`t use 22 Short any more for hunting small game.
weirdness
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Some great stories here, but these two both made me chuckle.
Years ago, me an ole pah were waaaaaaay up the Jamieson Creek area and parked Whitey.
He went one way and I t'uther. Agreed upon when we'd be back.
A bunch oh ours later I git me arse back and he was there sitting awn the tailgate eat'n a sammitch.
I leaned me Brno by his Schultz against the frunt bumper. B.s's a bit and decided to venture home.
B'out arff way back he starts tuh dew the chicken. WTF?
Asked if'n I pewt the shewters in the truck?
Slam awn the brakes and dew b'out face and petal tuh les metal. Long way back and I view me fewl gage.
Hmmmmm.
He's cuss'n up a storm. Yeeeup, he can cuss. I'm wartch'n hizz mitts too, gitt'n ready tuh qwack.
Finally get back to where I wuzz parked and he's out the door. Ohhhh bouy, he's still cuss'n.
He gave up too early and wanted to go home awll beeeatchy faced.
I wander around the tall grass and back and forth I go keeping a close wartch on grumpy.
Finally............. there they were laying having a snewze.
Haaaaaaaay dad, found them. Well fruck, mawr cuss'n.
Now I lay them shewt'in eye-runs awn the hood, tah heck with the paint.
Gave me chit awwwl the way home too.
Awl me culpah.
He went one way and I t'uther. Agreed upon when we'd be back.
A bunch oh ours later I git me arse back and he was there sitting awn the tailgate eat'n a sammitch.
I leaned me Brno by his Schultz against the frunt bumper. B.s's a bit and decided to venture home.
B'out arff way back he starts tuh dew the chicken. WTF?
Asked if'n I pewt the shewters in the truck?
Slam awn the brakes and dew b'out face and petal tuh les metal. Long way back and I view me fewl gage.
Hmmmmm.
He's cuss'n up a storm. Yeeeup, he can cuss. I'm wartch'n hizz mitts too, gitt'n ready tuh qwack.
Finally get back to where I wuzz parked and he's out the door. Ohhhh bouy, he's still cuss'n.
He gave up too early and wanted to go home awll beeeatchy faced.
I wander around the tall grass and back and forth I go keeping a close wartch on grumpy.
Finally............. there they were laying having a snewze.
Haaaaaaaay dad, found them. Well fruck, mawr cuss'n.
Now I lay them shewt'in eye-runs awn the hood, tah heck with the paint.
Gave me chit awwwl the way home too.
Awl me culpah.
This happened a number of years ago - a friend of mine was in an old pickup with 2 buddies driving down a back road late in the day when a nice big buck jumps in front of the truck and they hit it, knocked it flying, killing it. They thought that there is no point letting the meat go to waste so let's take it to our friends dad who is a butcher. They loaded it into the back of the pickup and one guy hops in the back with the deer while they drive to the butcher shop. They pull up in front of the shop and honk the horn but as the butcher is coming out the supposedly dead deer wakes up and starts thrashing about in the back of the pickup with the one guy trying to hold it by its antlers. The deer gets free, jumps from the truck bed and runs off down the road. The butcher was laughing and said "boys I don't mind cutting it up for you but you need to kill it first". The guy who had been holding the antlers decided he never wanted to try deer wrestling again!
PartridgeSlayer
New member
- Location
- New Brunswick
back before i was old enough to hunt myself, i was hunting partridge with my dad, when he spotted one sitting in a small tree about 4 feet off the ground. he shot it out of the tree onto the ground, where it proceeded to fly back up onto the same branch! dad did the fastest reload i've ever seen (he was using a single shot shotgun), and shot him again. later come to find out it was two different birds, and i desperately needed my eyes checked.
RangerPark
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- Near Edmonton, AB
Last November, last day of the season, I was up North of Lac La Biche and had 3 tags with me, Mule buck, General White Tail and Supp White Tail. I could bag any deer except a Mule Doe. Early afternoon I see two Does coming up a trail slowly. I scoped the first one in line, the biggest of the two. Both were mule does of course. I was kneeling in the brush, she didn't see me until she was 40 yards away. I still had her scoped. She looked at me, her ears faced forward and she stopped. It's like she knew I didn't have tags. She kept on walking casually and headed for the woods, didn't even bother to run. I'm pretty sure if she had a middle finger she would have flipped me the bird on the way out. Had they been white tail I'd still have meat in the freezer!
Seen me a whitetail buck sneak up on an old nag horse and licked her you know what once, didnt think the whitetail would be able to duck out the hooves that came a flyin, but he did !! That horse chased that buck like it was gonna kill him, and would have had she caught him.
With the combined thousands... if not tens of thousands of hunting days combined in the CGN membership there damn well better be a few funny, amazing and impossible to believe true stories!
