Who ever had a nightmare hunting partner.

A few that I can remember.


1- I take a friend out to show him my new e-caller to do a few stands to see what might show up (winter predator hunting).....I get started and fire up the caller and notice that he's taking a piss....so much for scent control. Not that big of a deal but it reminds you that some people have no clue.

2- I go hunting with a friend to his camp and he brings a buddy. This "buddy" of his decides that The second evening we should go for a drive in his truck and his idea of hunting is driving 60-80kmph down logging roads while drinking beer (then tossing the bottles out the window). I luckily lived through that one and he finally passed out by 9pm (not at the wheel, thank god)....wont' be putting up with that again. And then he wonders why he wasnt' been invited for Deer hunting ???
 
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A previous hunting partner, from years back, shot me.

More recently, one of my good friends loves to hunt with me, but he smokes constantly. Even when I placed him in the sweet spot to get the big buck on opening day. I still hunt with him, but he does not get the sweet spot anymore.
 
This is a great thread! Some of these stories are hilarious, but yet, others are down right horrifying..:eek:

roccoskeet said:
Hunting story fairy tale :

Once upon a time I ask a guy to go hunting with me and he said he couldn't make it . So I went by myself and I lived happilily ever after.

The End
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I thought this was for the win too...

Duncan Idaho said:
A previous hunting partner, from years back, shot me.

More recently, one of my good friends loves to hunt with me, but he smokes constantly. Even when I placed him in the sweet spot to get the big buck on opening day. I still hunt with him, but he does not get the sweet spot anymore.
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But then Duncan topped it cou:
 
There are two hunting partners I trust.

1) My father
2) Me

With his Parkinson's advancing, Dad can't get out anymore and it kills me....but the memories I have of him teaching me right from wrong, how to properly handle a firearm and the love for the outdoors are etched into every one of my fibers.

My next partner? Whenever the first kid arrives.

If anyone wants a good scare as to who is going to be out on the marshes and in the bush every year, go no further than the counter of Bass Pro Shops on a Saturday afternoon and have eighteen muzzles pointed directly at your head.
 
I sometimes hunt in a party of four. We pair off and I since I was the new guy, first time out I was put in a blind with an older fellow. Well his buddies called him Elmer. At first I was a bit perplexed as his name isn't Elmer until I hunted with him.

In the blind I'm scrounched down watching for deer and I hear banging behind me. He's dumping things on the ground from his backpack, banging around looking for his thermos, etc. I don't say anything as I'm the newbie. Then he goes out of the blind to walk around. No problem I stay in the blind thinking maybe he will push some deer. I hear some deer comng up the trail behind me just as he comes back walking in the open from the side of the blind. I can't get a shot off as they are behind me, the deer spook and run off. He doesn't see them or hear them.

Later he shoots at a deer and misses, shoots at another later... and misses. I had invited to the range before deer season to zero his scope but he forgot to bring ammo. Nice guy but I learned why his friends' call him Elmer.

Heard once he brought .30/06 ammo on a hunting trip. Only problem was he shoots a sporterized Lee Enfield.
 
My hunting partners are all good friends so I haven't had any problems.My son has become my main hunting partner this year,thats been really great.He's counting down the time until he's allowed to shoot deer lol.
 
I hunted bear for a season with a guy I worked with. He liked to smoke cigars in the treestand. Didn't see a single bear all season although there were some monsters coming in when we were not there. First and last time I hunt with that guy.
 
I hunted with a childhood friend for years. He was an acomplished meat cutter and thus stricktly a meat hunter.

He once shot two moose when we were only allowed one...just turned white and kept shooting until both were down.

Few years later while hunting deer at a frends cattle ranch the same dude shot two whitetail fawns on the ranchers yard. He then proceeded to gut both out next to the garden. Turned out the ranchers wife had hand raised both young deer as some natives shot the doe on their yard approach early in August.

Little deer were coined the "pumpkin fawns" as they fed actively at the garden compost pile. Worst part of that situation was that the rancher was out chasing a deer which was wounded by "my buddy"!
 
M12shooter said:
I hunted with a childhood friend for years. He was an acomplished meat cutter and thus stricktly a meat hunter.

He once shot two moose when we were only allowed one...just turned white and kept shooting until both were down.

Few years later while hunting deer at a frends cattle ranch the same dude shot two whitetail fawns on the ranchers yard. He then proceeded to gut both out next to the garden. Turned out the ranchers wife had hand raised both young deer as some natives shot the doe on their yard approach early in August.

Little deer were coined the "pumpkin fawns" as they fed actively at the garden compost pile. Worst part of that situation was that the rancher was out chasing a deer which was wounded by "my buddy"!
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lol!
 
agilent_one said:
The guys I hunt with have been friends long before we started hunting, some just come along for the walk - no gun. I enjoy spending time with them, big buck or not.

As for bad hunting partners, two of these guys snore so bad that we almost (almost) decided to pillow smother them.:D
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Oh man, I've had this one before. I'm pretty sure his snoring was actually shaking the cabin!
 
shredder0 said:
I hunted moose with a guy who made so much noise I considered shooting him!! Between loudly clearing his throat every 2 minutes and crashing like a bulldozer through the bush he insisted on a continuous line of conversation at normal talking level even though I would signal him to be quiet and only answer in a whisper. Never again!
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Actually that's not a bad way to call in a moose.........
 
My dad. first thing he does in the morning is sink 2 beers, finish off whatever rye is left from the night before, and rolls a huge hash joint, throws a 24 in the truck and starts driving the atv trails 3mph shooting at plastic bags, rocks, moss etc hopping its a rabbit or grouse, grabbing another beer everytime he gets out to pick up his kill, or confirm is the plastic bag is dead or not,ejecting the spent shell but loading another(pump) and getting back in the truck with the safety off and id have to tell him everytime to unoad it or put the safety on.

we get to our area an get out of the truck, im loading my gun and i hear a shot and see dirt and twigs fly up 10 feet away from me,his gun was loaded cocked and the safety off, while weve been driving bumpy atv trails with me in the back seat and the barrel pointing towards me...thats near kill #1. later i see a rabbit and shoot it but it ran just over a small hill, not sure if its dead my dad cocks his gun and we both go over to see, its dead, we walk back down and i hear a bang pellets flying off tree to the front and right of me..oh sorry safety was off...#2..day is done we go to the cottage, 5 hours later were all good and drunk. i go to move my dads gun cause it was resting on a chair, after the bs that day i thought id better check it and what do you know...chambered round safety off...i flipped and told him off like i never before. i will never hunt with my dad ever again
 
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