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Any funny deer hunting stories ?

Several years ago my father and I were walking along a field edge when a partridge erupts just under the trees.  Ten feet away was a tired hunter taking his afternoon nap.  He didn't even stir.     All I can say was that guy was a sound sleeper.

-MD

Mark, I have a Grouse story as well.

Back in the late 80's myself, and two brothers who were friends of mine were hiking in the their uncles camp on a logging trail. The brothers were side by side in the lead as I trailed behind.

We were crossing a clear cut that was around 10 to 15 years old when a Grouse erupted directly to our right, which was the side of the trail I was on. I pulled up and fired at the Grouse, when I fired it was like double vision, two popples that were about 20 ft tall tipped to the left at about half their height, they pretty much hit the ground simultaneously.

Just as simultaneously the brother on the right side of the trail and I looked at each, and immediately realized what had just happened. We had fired with such synchronicity that neither of us had realized that the other had fired at the bird until the trees toppled over and we looked at each other.

BTW, we got the bird, and to this day we still like to argue about which one of us killed it.

I'm not sure about humor, but it was irony, and something we give each other chit about to this day. It was one of those once in a lifetime moments.

I had a Seal buddy, Mark, I hunted with for a few years, he had put on a "little" weight since being out of the service, we split up that morning and hunted and I came back to the truck for lunch and met up with 6-7 other friends that hunt the area, but no Mark, so I get him on the radio and he says he'll be down in a few he just wanted to glass a couple ridges be fore heading back. Well about 10 min. later we get a call from him asking if one of us knew where a rock pile was on the backside of the ridge across the road from where we were parked, he said he was caught on a rock and couldn't get free. We knew he had had neck surgery the year before, so we were asking all kinds of.questions to make sure he was ok, I knew where he was so I grabbed my pack and rushed up the ridge to find him. I come through the trees and just lost it, the weight of his pack had shifted as he sat dow on a rock so he slid off wedging his pack between two other rocks, so I had come into the opening seeing a round guy upside down flailing his arms and legs trying to free himself from the rocks, looked like a chubby turtle in a leafy suit.

Years ago, one of our oldest hunt club members went out hunting. He only brought 2 shells for his shotgun. The old guy saw a deer and shot both shells. He knocked the deer down, but didn't kill it. Out of ammo and without a knife, this guy takes out a piece of rope and ties the deer to a tree so it won't get away while he goes back to the cabin for more shells.

GI... Two rounds, and no knife???... Heck, I'm surprised he had a rope!!!

Back in '92, northcentral Pa. got dumped on with snow (about 40 inches) during the last week of buck season. The following Monday was doe season, I strapped on my snowshoes and was putting on some drives for a couple of friends. I finished one drive and was coming up out of the hollow when I decided I need a break. I found a pipe gate across the gaswell road and planted my butt on it.

I had unzipped my coat and taken off my gloves so I could cool off. As I sat there, the pipe was starting to hurt my backside so I shifted my weight around. Turns out the pipe was just sitting on top of the lock post and it slipped off there, leaving me flat on my back in the snow with the pipe (still supported by the hinge post) under my knees. If you've ever worn snowshoes, you know they are only attached at the toes. So there I am, with the loose floppy snowshoes attached to my feet on one side of the pipe and the rest of me on the other side. All I could do was lay there and laugh.

Finally, I rolled over and jammed my arms (remember my bare hands and open coat?) down into the snow and flopped around enough to get everything on one side. Then I still had to get those floppy awkward snowshoes back under me so I could get up. I looked like the great pumpkin had a run in with a snowblower!

Dale

Thanks everyone. You really did get a few laughs from me. Please keep them coming.

I was crossing a page wire fence. Having one leg over, the fence posts on either side of me broke off at the ground. So there I was, on my back in the snow with both feet tangled in a twisted fence. I lay there a moment and just laughed.

I have been holding back, but shoit happens when you are hunting.
Was walking throught the woods about 5:30 A.M. going duck hunting. It wasn't that cold(probably around 38-40). Had a light weight camo full body suit on. The walking stirred up a second shoit(it felt like it was coming down the pipe fast). I just told my partner that I would meet him at the lake.
I unzipped the jumpsuit real fast, dropped my pants and let it fly. Took flashlight out and checked to make sure I didn't step on it as I walked away.
You guessed. The whole dump was steamming in a neat pile right on top of the upper part of the jumpsuit(I did not use any foul language).
I had to carefully step out of my rubber boots and pulled them carefully away from the bottom part of the jumpsuit and got away laughing out loud.
My partner wanted to go back and take pics of it but I would not let him. Don't own a camo jumpsuit since then.

Back in High School my track coach had invited me on a pheasant hunt. Upon entering one field I had failed to notice the electric fence and walked into it (had snow on the ground). The next thing I remember is that I found myself standing on the other side of the fence with no idea of how I got there.

This happened many years ago. It happened before I started hunting in that camp, therefore, it is being told from how the story was told to me.

An older man showed up at hunting camping wearing a brand new brown carthart coat that he planned on using during the hunting season. He had an orange vest that he was going to put over it to be legal. One evening during season, another guy snuck out of camp and drapped this guys brown coat over a branch that he had tied between two trees. He also added antlers to make it look real. Then after a nominal time delay, this guy shouted out to the older man that there was a buck down there along the woods and that he should grab his shotgun. He had the older man sneak out the side door with him. He then handed the older man a couple of shells for his shotgun telling him they were slugs. The man fired. Nothing happened. The guy said you missed, shoot again. The older man fired again. This shot broke the branch and the coat fell. The guy yelled you got him, now go see what you shot. The older man went down and discovered his new brown coat. He came back into the camp carrying his coat. He was TO'ed, it had many holes in it and was ruined. The guy had handed him bird shot instead of slugs.

many years ago we had a new friend in camp--he had his own truck camper to utilize--he was quite a jokester and fun to have around---Smoe how I knew I had to GET Him !  So it finally occured to me_ I ran Furniture Departments for a major Department store chain at the time---I had a couple of Life Size vannah White cutouts from a Mattress promotion !  The day before rifle deer season and before Jokester arrived in camp, I opened his camper door and placed vannah directly against the inside of the door !  he finally arived just before dark, A few of us were sitting around camp fire having a beer and holding in out giggles----Jokester said all the hi,s then went to camper with arms full of supplies clothes etc----he swung open door, looked  in and jumped back about 8 feet, flat on his back  just howling being scared almost out of his shorts, We almost peee,d our pants it was so funny !   The next morning he took vannah out to target area and shot her for scaring the (*&*%% outta him !!!!     Got Him !!!  H H    

P.S. I do have to admit to filling a hood many years ago with crap----still in the woods after I cut it off

H H, nice to hear that. I know it had to have happenened to NOT just me.
Made me feel better to have gotten rid of a "load"

I am so glad I posted this topic. I'm sitting here laughing and trying not to wake anyone in the house.
The shoity hoodie is one I had happen to me as well.
Here's another one. In the same deer camp as the original story, one hunter was thought to have shot on opening morning. Two others from their group walked toward the shooter's stand to see if he needed any help. The shooter was in an old school box blind. Small windows, completely enclosed from the elements. The new arrivals saw the shooter standing outside his blind, bent over as if looking in the window. The three of them looked for sign of a hit deer and found nothing.
Later, back at camp the shooters brother was the last to arrive at the cabin for lunch. He couldn't contain his good humor, and asked his brother why he didn't recover the deer he'd shot. The shooter was shocked, "I hit him?" To which the brother replied "No, you don't hit anything shooting through the wall just below the window!" Turns out the scope's view was through the window. The rifle barrel's view wasn't.
The brother told how he'd come by the blind on his way to camp and saw the bullet hole in the wall. "You're supposed to stick the gun out the window first!"
The shooter replied"A 30-06 can be so LOUD!"

I had that happen with my crossbow this last season. I can't stick my crossbow out of a corner window. I was using a shooting stick for support, took aim at a deer down on the sand bar, when I shot the bolt hit the top of the window sill part of the fletching and shattered carbon shaft were on the floor behind me, found rest of the arrow stuck in the river. I count my blessings that I wasn't hurt by that shattered shaft and pay closer attention to my clearences now.

This was my first season hunting with a crossbow and have to admit that it has been a learning experience.

My daddy went hunting one night and it was dark and he was about to get off the treestand when he heard something like sounded like someone attacking his treestand when he got his flashlight and looked down and it was a buck that got his antlers stuck on the steps and the tree. He was scared so bad.

Years ago a guest hunter was brought into camp and given directions to a baited site. Upon arrival the next morning he thought the stand was a bit too close to the bait so he abandoned the stand and backed off another 100 yrds. As the sun came up the wind swirled and he became aware of previously downwind "hunter droppings."
Later back at camp an old timer asked him if he had any trouble finding the site. "Did you find where I went ?" The guest answered, "No trouble at all."

One time while pheasant hunting as a kid, my brother's little dog followed me into the field. I went to cross an electric fence, and since I was wearing rubber boots, I did not get shocked when I pushed it down with my hand. However, about that time, the dog runs up and jumps on me. He completed the circuit and got zapped. He ran off yipping and wouldn't come near me for weeks after that.

The three old guys in camp went out one morning to their deer blinds. About an hour into the hunt the first guy that was dropped off fired his gun. At the end of the morning hunt, the other two guys walked down to the first guys blind hoping to see a deer. The guy said "I fired at a large buck and was waiting for you guys to come help me look for sign." So they all went down to where the guy said he shot and looked around for almost an hour. Eventually they decided that he had missed the deer. It wasn't until several years later that the guy admitted that he had accidentally pulled the trigger when he was in the blind and his gun was pointed up. He had shot a hole in the roof. But still had the ability to convience the other two to go look for blood and hair from the deer. That was a good laught for all of us.

Then a few years later this same old fella was driving around with a loaded shoutgun in his truck. He spotted a partridge by the side of the road, so he graps his shotgun and accidentally pulled the trigger, putting a large size hole in the daskboard of his truck. You could even hear the pelltes rolling around when he drove it.