What was your most exciting find while hunting?

Found a bucket that was all tapped up with a cover on it, cut it open and just about threw up. Inside there was skunk that was dead and a open can of tuna, ooked as though someone had put the poor guy in there alive.
 
As a kid hanging out in the bush by my house I found a mostly buried, rusty bow saw. My parents said one of the guys clearing the land to build our house cut himself badly enough that he had to go to the hospital, and he must have dropped the saw. (I know, not very exciting).
Again, just walking around in the bush, spotted a garbage bag that looked like it had something in it. Looked inside. There was a box full of dead kittens. Fairly ripe. Wished I could have found the a-hole that left them there to die.
While deer hunting I kicked a loghook out of the sawdust while walking across a log clearing area. Still use it all the time.

Not as good as many of the stories here......
 
A bunch of years back, I took the hound out for a walk south of me up in the bush.
She sniffed out a bone.
And another.
This one had me scratch'in Huey, Luey and Duey.
It bugged me so much so, I let a few days go by and drove to our local
RCMP detachment.
Set up meeting with one of the lads and took him to the area where the
pooch found this bone. I resembled the small arm or leg bone.
And a sleeping bag was there with other chit.
He put on his detective gloves and pondered this one bone.
He looked at me and said, "good call".
Huh?
Not human, but if you didn't know, this was a good call.
This is how we find missing people.
I learned something useful that day.
 
Found a gmrs radio, still use it today, could never find out who it belonged to. My buddy figures probably poachers on his land. Buddy and I out duck hunting on crown land found 8 - 10 buckets that had been a tiny grow op. We always meant to go back in the summer to see what is going on.
 
When I bought my camp a few years ago, I was hunting the first year and found a grave on top of a plateau. It was some kind of large animal grave using a rock pile like in the western movies. On top of the rock pile was a set of rusted out skis from a rotted wooden sled. I'm guessing is was someones horse from years ago. It must of died there.
 
wasn't hunting but when i was just born my grandpa was returning from hunting via boat he was only a 50m or so from the beach as another boater went by way traveling very fast and his wake bucked the boat which sent his lee enfield over board one day about 15 or so years later i was swimming at the same beach as its just across the road from my grandparents place me my brother and cousin were digging wholes under the water by kicking up the sand (mine was the deepest) but in my brothers there was a rock... we all tried and tried and tried to dig it out by kicking up the sand and using our feet but it wasn't working so finally i got upset and swam under grabbed it planted my feet and pulled with all my might!!!! and when i came up i wasn't holding a big rock i was holding a sporterized no1 mk3 enfield with a 3x Bushnell scope...my grandpas gun
 
was hiking with a friend and was commenting on how i had not found any shed antlers for a couple years. not 2 minutes later i came into a meadow and there was a shed from a mature bull moose on the ground in front of me

probably weighs close to 20lbs
 
Six or seven years ago a buddy and I are driving back to the NWT from a deer hunting trip in Alberta. It's dark, winter, night. We see something on the side of the road and think it's a fox sitting there. It's a cat. A house cat. Now this is 60 miles north of High Level, 20 below zero, two feet of snow on the ground. Nobody around for dozens of miles. So I stop the truck and go get it. This cat runs over and jumps into my arms. Another cat runs off, never to be seen again.We get in the truck and continue home. The cat curls up on my lap and sleeps for the next two hours. Now the short story is that some douchebag dumped these poor cats out, but there's much more.
When we get home and get her into the light we can see this cat is in a bad way, starved. And filthy. So we put some water in the bathtub, and expecting a fight we place the cat in the tub. She looks around, then sits down, calm as can be. We pour water on her and clean her up. She likes water, like a Laborador Retriever. Once she's clean we see that even though she's fully grown she is very light, about a pound or so, emaciated, looking like a Q-tip with a skinny body and a big head. She has six toes on each foot, and has fur and coloring like a Lynx. So that's what we name her. She proceeds to eat three cans of cat food a day and gains 8 pounds in three weeks. Her fur is like a wolf or griz in that she has long guard hairs and a beautiful, soft, wooly undercoat. She does PERFECT bird calls and can imitate a Robin and Magpie perfectly. I'm serious and not B.S.ing you or imagining things. Our much larger male cat used to beat her up with appalling regularity. One day he was walking up to her to do more of the same and she made this growl that made your hair stand on end. The wildest sound I've ever heard. He stopped in his tracks, put his ears down and SLOWLY backed up and went upstairs and stayed on our bed the rest of the day. We don't know what she said to him but it was BAD. There's much else, but you get the idea. Seven years later we still have her and love her. She never did entirely "tame", but she does accept us as her pack or tribe or whatever. And you can still sit her in a tub of water, go and get a cup of coffee or have a pee, and she'll still be sitting in the tub when you get back.
 
Went with a buddy one time to his camp to hunt grouse for a weekend. The camp was an old railway house. We walk in the back door and there is a guy laying on the floor, belly down facing away from us without any legs from the knees down. Well we thought for sure we had a dead guy on our hands who had been hit by a train and had crawled bleeding to death to my buddies camp. Turned out the guy was alive, he had walked the railroad tracks from the nearest town about 10 miles away(Temagami) on prosthetics, drinking all the way and got tired and sore so opted to camp out at my friend's hunt camp where proceeded to remove his prosthetics then proceeded to get wasted and passed out on the floor. Sure freaked us out, especially my buddy because as a kid of 8 or 9 years of age while playing tag at the camp with his cousins he stumbled and fell over a dead person who had been hit by a passing train unbeknown to the engineer and the guy had crawled off the tracks and died in the bush along side them. My buddy was whiter than the passed out drunk when we found him that day......he thought for sure he was reliving his childhood a second time.... LOL!!
 
I've only been hunting for a couple years now, but last season I found a couple of ancient elk skeletons lying in an old growth forest. Only noticed them because you don't see ferns growing out of rocks very often, turns out they weren't rocks they were giant skulls. Tried to pick them up but they turned to dust with the slightest pressure. Also found a full skeleton of a muskrat. And of course I found 2 blacktail bucks sparring in a slash, one of which turned out to be my first kill. Little did I know I'd shot a 4X3. Talk about buck fever!
 
My most exciting find?? 1974, hunting in the Atlin Lake area for the first time, got a little 'turned' around:redface: and spent the night in the bush. The exciting find,;) was finding my way out the next morning:p.
 
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