Worst hunting experience?
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#1 IS POACHING!
#2 IS POACHING combined with TRESPASSING!
Neither of these are 'hunting experiences', they are ILLEGAL experiences...
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Jay
I find the worst days for me are when i can't find a spot with just me in it. Nothing makes me not want to be there then to have people constantly driving by, walking by, watching the same spot i am while was obviosly there long before them.
The spot i have been at the past few years has a continual line of people who drive past me (i'm visible from the road) past my truck, past the guy who hunts the other end of the farms truck, right up under his tree stand, then all the way back again, scanning the field as if we weren't even there.
I have a doozy. My best friend, his first cousin, and me were bear hunting about 11 years ago. My friend is a total geek for military rifles (LEE Enfields, Mausers, etc) and always uses one for his hunting. He happened to pick his mauser (which has a bit of a hair trigger from a bubba trigger job) for the days hunt.
We were walking a really big cutline when "the cousin" spotted a pretty big blackie about 500 yds up near the trees. We dropped down, and "low-stalked" the bear for about 10 minutes. We were about 200 yards when the bear just walked into the trees. My friend chambered a round and we sped up. When we got to the spot the bear had entered the trees, we slowly followed.
My friend and his cousin were both armed while I was just "along" for something to do. My friend was on the right and his cousin on the left, while I trailed behind forming a "triangle" . The mauser's trigger caught some branches and discharged a 200gr bullet at point blank into his Friends HIP. Talk about blood and screaming. His pelvic bone was shattered, and the bullet exited the offside hip , close to the front of his abdomen. Being a complete Mcguyver geek , I had a tarp in my bag and a pack of thumbtacks, and my ripped up sweatshirt as a pressure bandage. We made a makeshift stretcher out of 2 trees and used to tacks to keep the tarp attached to the sticks to form the stretcher. He had to keep his own pressure on the wounds because we had to lift the ends. He passed out 5 or 6 times on the way out to the truck, and each time was a panic as we thought he died each time. Needless to say, all his Milsurps are retired as hunting rifles.
We were walking a really big cutline when "the cousin" spotted a pretty big blackie about 500 yds up near the trees. We dropped down, and "low-stalked" the bear for about 10 minutes. We were about 200 yards when the bear just walked into the trees. My friend chambered a round and we sped up. When we got to the spot the bear had entered the trees, we slowly followed.
My friend and his cousin were both armed while I was just "along" for something to do. My friend was on the right and his cousin on the left, while I trailed behind forming a "triangle" . The mauser's trigger caught some branches and discharged a 200gr bullet at point blank into his Friends HIP. Talk about blood and screaming. His pelvic bone was shattered, and the bullet exited the offside hip , close to the front of his abdomen. Being a complete Mcguyver geek , I had a tarp in my bag and a pack of thumbtacks, and my ripped up sweatshirt as a pressure bandage. We made a makeshift stretcher out of 2 trees and used to tacks to keep the tarp attached to the sticks to form the stretcher. He had to keep his own pressure on the wounds because we had to lift the ends. He passed out 5 or 6 times on the way out to the truck, and each time was a panic as we thought he died each time. Needless to say, all his Milsurps are retired as hunting rifles.
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Was at a pheasant tower release hunt one time many years ago. Pheasants were released from a 48' tall tower tower in a stand of tall poplar about 100 x 100 yards in size.. The birds were released one at a time. The tower was surrounded by ten blinds ranging anywhere from 125 yards to 150 yards away depending on the terrain. A total of 70 birds were released and would fly out over the blinds where they would then be shot at and after being shot, retrieved by one of two dogs being handled by a handler. Each handler/dog combination covered 5 blinds from their assigned positions. After the dog returned from the retrieve the handler gave the all clear and another bird would be released. After 7 birds a horn would sound and the shooters would rotate to the next blind to their right until all birds had been released and all shooters had the opportunity to shoot from each of the blinds. Quite simple and worked very well. Rules were laid out in a meeting beforehand, no shot larger than 7.5's and no loads heavier than a 3 dram target load.No birds were to be shot at if they passed low between blinds and nobody was to step out of blind to shoot or turn around and shoot at birds that got past a blind......simple enough. Worked well for 8 years, the very last hunt before my friend was closing the place he has two yo-yo's decide to go Redneck and not listen. One pulls the plug on his shotgun and loads up. A bird is released, down it goes between two blinds, at this point I am going to add there was a shot blocking board built between blinds that could see each other to stop an errant shot should someone not listen and shoot low. Those boards never had a single pellet in them ,ever because guys listened to the rules and acted safely.....well back to our two yo-yo's. Yo-yo #1 with the pulled plug starts emptying rounds at the pheasant headed for him, the pheasant continues to lose altitude to get away quickly and scoots between the two blinds about 5 feet above the ground. Yo-yo #1 and #2 both step clear of their blinds to shoot at the bird they think is getting away and low and behold yo-yo #2 catches a few pellets right in the noggin from yo-yo #1. One pellet hits his work/shooting glasses and the glass breaks but the pellet does not go through and no glass hits his eye, pheww!! But another pellet finds his cheek next to his nose and buries itself in there. A third pellet hits his ear lobe, travels all the way up and around the cartilidge circling the skin of the outer ear before coming to a stop at the far end of the ear. A fourth pellet is lodged under the skin in the centre of his forehead, that one we could see clearly. We did not know the details of the other pellets in his face when we looked at it, we just saw a broken set of glasses and extremely bloody face that looked like he took a direct blast in the face.......I won't ever forget that day although I would like to......the story goes on from there but it would take too much time to write it out, all I have to say is I hope I am never in a field with those two ever again!
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I shot my turkey decoy
, had an off hand shot at a jake that was tryin to violate my decoy and i missed, then turn my head to see a big tom running past me in the direction i was facing
didnt get anything but foam that day
Grabbed the wrong ammo (30-'06) for my Marlin 30-30. What a Homer 'Doh!' moment.
Blew the day looking for a box of shells as they were sold out everywhere but Sudbury - which was a 2 hour round trip.
Blew the day looking for a box of shells as they were sold out everywhere but Sudbury - which was a 2 hour round trip.
I've had a couple run ins with some really inconsiderate hunters...
Probably the worst experience was at a duck hunting spot that has two blinds, about 75 yards apart. My buddies and I were in the blind on the right, and there was another group of guys in the other blind. 15 minutes before legal light, a truck pulls up to the parking lot, and two guys with gear come walking out. They looked to the left and saw that blind occupied, looked to the right and saw our blind occupied, then proceeded to walk over to us. They asked if they could join us, but we already had 4 guys in the blind and were tight as is. The one dude loooosssst it. Started going on about how nobody knows anywhere else to hunt, and he'd been hunting there since he was a kid blah blah blah. At this point, its almost legal light, so we asked if he would leave so we could get on with our hunt. He left, went back to his truck, grabbed a lawn chair and put on his blaze orange, and sat right in the midde of the two blinds. Any time birds were flying or we started calling, he would stand up and walk around. Absolutely nothing came in to us. Rather than tuck tail an give in to this douche, we started calling randomly at nothing just to make him get up and walk around, started shooting at nothing, and stayed there until the morning flight was over. The other guys tried to pack up early, but I yelled to them to stay there and hold their ground...they did, and we all had a good laugh over a coffee about how ignorant some people are.
Probably the worst experience was at a duck hunting spot that has two blinds, about 75 yards apart. My buddies and I were in the blind on the right, and there was another group of guys in the other blind. 15 minutes before legal light, a truck pulls up to the parking lot, and two guys with gear come walking out. They looked to the left and saw that blind occupied, looked to the right and saw our blind occupied, then proceeded to walk over to us. They asked if they could join us, but we already had 4 guys in the blind and were tight as is. The one dude loooosssst it. Started going on about how nobody knows anywhere else to hunt, and he'd been hunting there since he was a kid blah blah blah. At this point, its almost legal light, so we asked if he would leave so we could get on with our hunt. He left, went back to his truck, grabbed a lawn chair and put on his blaze orange, and sat right in the midde of the two blinds. Any time birds were flying or we started calling, he would stand up and walk around. Absolutely nothing came in to us. Rather than tuck tail an give in to this douche, we started calling randomly at nothing just to make him get up and walk around, started shooting at nothing, and stayed there until the morning flight was over. The other guys tried to pack up early, but I yelled to them to stay there and hold their ground...they did, and we all had a good laugh over a coffee about how ignorant some people are.
Deer hunting in November one time with a couple of buddies, -20C outside. Buddy #1 has to have a bush splat so down come the coveralls. A few hours later back in the truck we're driving around and the heater starts working good. Do I need to keep going with this story.......???
