What's the coolest, weirdest,craziest thing youve seen or heard about while hunting?

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fiddler said:
Sitting on a nice quiet cut line when a dozen deer came busting out of the trees being chased by a dozen and a half wolves. Shot 3 wolves less than a minute later, one was the Alpha male. Nailed them with my Mosin from Westrifle using iron sites and 203gr soft points. The fur was not in the best of shape. No deer that day.
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was sitting in a tree stand, bowhunting, scent eliminator sprayed down, scent this scent that. Masking my scent. REALLY had to pee and forgot my pee bottle. Well push cam to shove and i had to go so I went right off the edge of my stand. figuring my hunt was now over I slowly started to pack up and get ready to leave, when 2 does walked between my ladder and the tree I am in. Front doe sniffed my pee and carried on like it was nothing. Haven't used scent stuff since. I figure if it didn't bother her, now I pee off my stand all the time.
 
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Here's another one from when I suppose I was in my single digit era of life.
Dad, me (squarshed in the middle) and my old uncle were out hunting.
My uncle had a peg leg and was a big chap.
Made for some funny if not chit arse funny moments for him getting in and out
of vehicles. Now I'm talking about an old Chev two door two wheeled drive pick up.
I always got to sit in the middle, well cuz I fit there. My uncle was on the outside and
a bunch of grouse were on the road somewhere north of Spences Bridge way back yonder.
So my dad stops, my uncle is in hysteria..........yup.......grouse fever.
He opens the door, snaps the SXS in two and puts in a couple shells.
Up goes the barrel, out comes the two shells and the barrels are snapped shut.
Out he goes and uses the cab and front side of the door to steady himself.
I look at pa........."pa", I says.
Shhhhhh, just watch.
Click click........"whatza madda dis gun?" hollers my uncle.
Round two, snap open, two shells in, snap shut, click, click.
"Pa", ............"shhhhh"
He let me out his side and I loaded up my trustie .410 Mossberg pump.
I get two.
My uncle is fit to be tied.
He just didn't get it.
My dad winked and said, "good job".
I learned never to cross ahead of the front bumper and to move over to the shoulder
of dad's side so I could see if anyone was coming around.
That old skatter gun of my uncles looked like the cartoon ones where the end of the
barrels spread open.
I guess one day he filled them with snow and "kerpow".
Boy oh bouy, the memories of the good ole days.................. :D
 
This is not actually hunting but fits in. My wife was out walking the old timer (approx. 12 years). He was a rescue from Missouri of all places. It was a public trail near town. I often wondered what that poor Brittany thought after arriving in the Great White North. Any way he gets excited and starts tracking. The better half catches up and he is earnestly working a track unfortunately he is standing directly under a moose. The moose was sort of checking him out and then they went their ways. The only one that got excited was my wife. I often wondered what might have happened had he lifted his leg a marked a 'tree'.
 
Years ago on a rabbit hunt I shot a cotton tail that was running very oddly. He was going just as fast as any other bunny, but kind'a shaking. Anyhow it turned out he had a foot missing from one back leg. The leg healed over and all was fine, but he was covered in fleas, big time. They were crawling all over him. So I left the bunny in the snow so the cold would kill the fleas once the rabbit's body heat left. I came back at the end of the day, and skinned it there. I really did not want to put that bunny in my game bag, no sir.

I guess because it had a foot missing, he could not scratch off the fleas from one side of his body. So they multiplied.
 
Crazy Chaingun said:
A local fella swears to this day he saw a kangaroo while deer hunting...

He probably had one too many beers, but I laughed when I heard it.
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This is not the first time they have been seen in Canada, they get away from those small travelling circuses, two hunters in alberta reported seeing one, NRO's weren't too concerned about it because, between the yotes,wolfs, and it not making threw the winter, and the owner's never have to time to try to recapture one, they just report it and move on. Now, if they lost a big cat or elephant. I don't think they would leave or be allowed to leave,lol.
 
scanner said:
Years ago on a rabbit hunt I shot a cotton tail that was running very oddly. He was going just as fast as any other bunny, but kind'a shaking. Anyhow it turned out he had a foot missing from one back leg. The leg healed over and all was fine, but he was covered in fleas, big time. They were crawling all over him. So I left the bunny in the snow so the cold would kill the fleas once the rabbit's body heat left. I came back at the end of the day, and skinned it there. I really did not want to put that bunny in my game bag, no sir.

I guess because it had a foot missing, he could not scratch off the fleas from one side of his body. So they multiplied.
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Laugh2, thank-you for the story!
 
On my very first successful rabbit hunt in Guysborough County NS, it was one of those wonderful pre-coyote upturns in numbers. We must have brought back about three dozen rabbits and the retired couple with the beagles had thier fair share as well! 1980ish or thereabouts.
Anyways one bunny was scrambling out of the nearest brushpile and passed very close to me. I shot over his head with Dad's Cooey 12 gauge, a clean miss, but you would not know it as it curled up and literally died at my feet. I believe scared to death is an accurate term here. There was not one pellet hole in it, or even one broken bone. Kind of horrid seeing it's eyes get really big, it shook all over, just curled up and died right there. I suppose if a giant was chasing me and lit off a 105mm cannon near my head, I probably would do the same thing.

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About 8 years ago I figured I'd try out a tree stand, never hunted from a tree before and I figures I'd take a shot at it, so to speak. After being up there freezing and wondering what the hell I was doing I heard something coming from behind me and sorta craned my neck a bit to see if I could see what it was, a nice little 2 pointer. I couldnt get around to take the shot so I waited for him to walk out in front of me and I figured a nice 15 foot shot and I got me some deer. A few seconds later, he was right underneath me and I heard a shot come from behind me and I just about crapped myself. The deer took about 3 steps and fell flat dead. A minute or two goes by and these two guys come walking up on in congradulating each other and my heart is starting to settle. They clearly havent seen me despite me being in a full blaze suit and gloves. So I figure I'll see how long it takes for them to notice me. They proceed to gut and skin the thing (took them about 20 minutes or so if I had to guess) One guy walks off and comes back a while later with a quad, maybe half an hour. The guy that stayed behind just leaned up against a tree an smoked while waiting. They load the carcess on the back of the quad and talked about how far the truck was blah blah blah. So after being within 25 or 30 feet of these guys for the last hour or so and I made no effort to be quiet, I even ate a sandwich lol, I yell down "Hey, you gonna eat that" They just about juped outta their skin and one fell on his ass. After the dust settled they asked how long I had been up there and I told them and asked hoe the hell they missed me sitting there. Never got an answer by they did say sorry for shooting my deer, but didn't offer me any :( I guess it coulda been worse but, no harm, no foul and we all had a good laugh about it. And I have not and will not ever sit in a tree again
 
Muzzle loader a couple weeks ago was on stand and a herd of turkeys were walking buy, one seemed a little weird he was hopping on one leg the other was gone.
 
I had a great greay owl diving @ my orange toque while deer hunting,totaly silent in flight I had no idea what was happening until the truck that was to pick me up came round a corner to see it.was very cool I grabbed a rabbit they had got earlier from the back of the truck and chucked it on the ground -boom owl nails it ,covers it completly with wings and we hear crunchy noises,man they have some wepons.once its done I walk a bit and it hops with me,walk bit farther and it hops along with me.I start talking to it ,tell it we headin down a cut while there's still light and it stayed with me for 45 min. have some amazing pics us together.Native guy with us told me its my spirit animal truly was a day you can only have if you hunt.
 
Buddy and I were in a marsh hunting ducks about a dozen years ago. I happened to look up and there was this black disc which was about the size of a dime tumbling and zipping across the sky and I immediately pointed out to my friend. It would turn on end and be more or less a cigar shaped and rotate back to oval ... so I would assume it was a saucer shape. The thing went across the sky from horizon to horizon in abut 10 seconds. There was no sound.
 
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