Your worst hunting trip?

My worst hunting trip happened when I was 15. We went up north to my older brother's for Thanksgiving or some kind of family get-together. I was ecstatic as moose season was open, I had a tag and my brother had been seeing several cows & bulls at work every day :) This was going to be my first true moose hunt as a shooter with my very own rifle & tag! I carefully packed all my stuff along with my new, scoped .30-06 and I could barely contain myself during the trip to his place. We were finally on the way :D After arriving and stowing my gear in the guest room, I was showing my brother my new rifle when I discovered that I'd forgotten my hunting license & tags back home :eek: We still went hunting that weekend but I wasn't allowed to bring my shiny new rifle :( I was treated like the rest of the younger kids instead of the newest big game hunter :mad: And as it turned out, that was my last opportunity for a moose hunt that fall and the season slowly slipped away :( Thirty years have passed since that long ago trip and I've never forgotten my licenses since. I can thank my father for being strict enough for me to learn a lesson that I've never forgotten.
 
canadianhunter312 said:
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Teutonic landowner who took sick pleasure in killing dogs.... all I can say.... statute of limitations.


was it on his property?
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The guy had a little cabin on 3 acres in the middle of a large Conservation area where hunting was allowed. He regularly shot dogs and harrassed hunters.... I was unaware of him until it was too late.
He shot my Beagle in the hip with a 22lr..... the dog survived.
Unfortunately the old bastard had a run of bad luck and his cabin burned down.... twice. Both his German Shepards ran away from home ( I am certain they found new and better homes ) and his well went bad. I guess what goes around... comes around.
 
One moose season, we were hunting from a tent, and I had the flue. Worst case I've ever had. The only reason I went, is because the guy I took with me couldn't go any other way. (He can't drive). I wouldn't sacrifice his hunt for my sickness.
It was damp, it was cold, but I soldiered on, puking, coughing, drinking Buckleys, and sleeping the clock around every night.
We didn't even have an adult tag!
It was terrible.
Until I bagged the bear. :) There are bright spots to any hunt, no matter what happens.
 
BIGREDD said:
The guy had a little cabin on 3 acres in the middle of a large Conservation area where hunting was allowed. He regularly shot dogs and harrassed hunters.... I was unaware of him until it was too late.
He shot my Beagle in the hip with a 22lr..... the dog survived.
Unfortunately the old bastard had a run of bad luck and his cabin burned down.... twice. Both his German Shepards ran away from home ( I am certain they found new and better homes ) and his well went bad. I guess what goes around... comes around.
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Bastard...tell me where his cabin is I'll burn it down again :mad:

My worst hunt was my first trip north for moose.
Four guys in a 1980 reg cab Toy 4x with a cap for 4 days!
I mean in a Toyota, 2 rode in the back in a cap fortunately,
two slept at a time in the back,
two slept in the cab :eek:
ate & cooked of the tailgate.
And after dogging a particularly dense swamp out to a hydro line one guy is sleeping on a side hill :mad:
I took his gun back to the truck for him with-out his knowledge :rolleyes:

The things you'll do when your young & stupid !
 
BIGREDD, when I was 18, I lived in central BC. Our house and 1/2 section property bordered a small town. There was a steep hillside and the town was on the flat below us. A fellow lived below us and had a bunch of sheep on his little 3 or 4 acres. One morning we heard a shot from down below and my little African Lion dog came tearing across our clearing to the house. He had been blasted with pellets from a shotgun. While my mother tended to his wounds, I bailed into the truck and went to "visit" the neighbour. I asked the old prick about the shooting and he said "if anyones dog comes near my place I shoot 'em" :mad: Our dog was on the hillside above his place on our property and the ba$tard shot him :eek: I busted him in the jaw and as he lay sprawled in the dirt, I told him he better hope my dog gets better and left. A few days later I had to take my dog out for his last "hunt" and put him down :( The old ba$tard's sheep and chickens musta got a disease because they all died shortly afterwards :rolleyes: And so did every critter he bought for quite some time. Whenever I'd see that old prick in a store or post office, he'd turn and leave. We never spoke again.
 
triton said:
This year deer hunting for me. If there was a cloud in the sky. They wouldn't leave camp. If we were hunting and a cloud appeared. They went back to camp. When we were in camp. I did 75%+ of the cooking and cleaning. I don't mind doing more than my share as most of the guys are older. But it still is a holiday for me too! Worst time hunting in my life. Need a few more camp members. Anybody interested?

Dave.
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Every one needs a good camp b!tch :D:p
I have never had a bad trip yet....... well i guess there was one but im not going to talk about that....
ttyal
Riley
 
went to newfie to visit one of the wife's relatives for a moose hunt- he was supposed to get a guide license , a tag, & set everything up. Got laid off the week before after 7 years but decided to go anyway. Showed up & buddy had no tag for me, no guide license, so I spent a week riding on the back of a 3 wheel ATV - the way they hunted up there.... end result was a bunch of hangovers- they do know how to drink, a lot better than this Ontario boy -and nothing else...
 
catnthehatt, when ever I am in a small boat or canoe, I always use a floating guns case from Cabelas, as well as has all my gear packed in quality, closed, plactic bags. Saved the day last year when my canoe flipped over while I was about to take off from shore, and I was able to retrive everything again.
 
My worst trip was also one of my best.

We almost drowned at least once, almost got swept out to sea, were within bad breath distance of a bigass grizz we couldn't see, were soaking wet in rain for a week- boots, gear, clothing never drying out....

But we got a nice grizzly and made it out alive. Thanks to the guy wiht the tugboat as we got back to Bella Coola marina, and lost power just as we approached, and came out to save us before we got caught up in the wind and forced back down the channel...

I've aso been on a couple of hunts wiht guys that were either slackers or #####ed so much my ears wanted to bleed, but I never came close to dying or being mauled on those trips...:p
 
snowhunter said:
catnthehatt, when ever I am in a small boat or canoe, I always use a floating guns case from Cabelas, as well as has all my gear packed in quality, closed, plactic bags. Saved the day last year when my canoe flipped over while I was about to take off from shore, and I was able to retrive everything again.
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Good advice.

I inveted in several "dry bags' when I was an avid sea kayaker, and used them in canoes, as well. They usually float nicely.:)
 
I have had my fair share of bad hunting trips. Most of those were life or death situations, Grizzly bears, long nights below -25, falling off a small cliff as well as many, many others.....

Funny thing is we always made it home alive and now those are by far the most memorable trips for sure. Great stories to tell around the campfire! Our wives dont like hearing those stories, but who cares, they were not there :)
 
snowhunter said:
catnthehatt, when ever I am in a small boat or canoe, I always use a floating guns case from Cabelas, as well as has all my gear packed in quality, closed, plactic bags. Saved the day last year when my canoe flipped over while I was about to take off from shore, and I was able to retrive everything again.
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This was in the '70's it was a freighter canoe on flat water, and we were hunting.
I don't tie stuff down unles i'm in white water.
There was no such things as floater cases in those days, either!
Cat
 
I think the worst trip I have had was when I was with my Bro. He had drawn a Mule tag way east of Brooks in a area we knew nothing about. Away we went but I was sick, my lumgs were burning and I had the Flu. But I figured I owed it to him to go anyhow... I made it till about 10 AM then I had to get him to take me to the hospital in Brooks. I was layed up for 10 days.... Bad stuff. Needless to say he was frustrated and thought I was being a big baby..

Jamie
 
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