Funny Hunting Stories, Let's hear yours.

[Ed of all trades]

We were hunting on the other side of the county with a large bunch of friends and family when this happened. A young feller in his first year of hunting was put on a stand in a broom straw field. He figured that if he lay down in the field the deer wouldn't be able to see him so down he went in the waist high broom straw. After a while a deer walked out in front of him and he started shooting. He shot 12 times before the deer trotted off. He had us come and help him find his deer, he was sure he had killed it. He said every time he shot the deer would sorta jump and turn in another direction. He had to hit it, it was only 35 or 40 yards away and he was shooting a 12 guage with buck shot. Finely one of the old guys told him to get exactly where he was when he shot. They then walked over and saw how he had been just cutting broom straw with each shot. The broom straw had knocked down all of the shot and the deer was turning around trying to figure out where he was. He learned a hard lesson that day. No deer and he had to take the little pokes of all the men for the rest of the season. Ed

 

[PILOON]

A number of years ago we were hunting snow geese (population was slowly re-cooperating) and a fellow came up to our cache and very nicely offered his retriever dog service as he claimed it needed the practice. Naturally we accepted as wading in slimy muck in cold water is no fun.
What a pleasure to see a well trained dog do his thing.
Topping it all off we had a record hunt.


When we went back to load our game we found nothing and the trainer dog and game were nowhere to be found.
Scammed!

 

[PILOON]

A number of years ago we were hunting snow geese (population was slowly re-cooperating) and a fellow came up to our cache and very nicely offered his retriever dog service as he claimed it needed the practice. Naturally we accepted as wading in slimy muck in cold water is no fun.
What a pleasure to see a well trained dog do his thing.
Topping it all off we had a record hunt.


When we went back to load our game we found nothing and the trainer dog and game were nowhere to be found.
Scammed!

MOHAMED---YOU GOTTA FIX THIS DOUBLE POSTING!

 

[PILOON]

Another but not funny.
We, my cousin and I took the canoe to duck hunt and we came up upon a flock of ducks feeding.
He in back and I up front.
H motions me to stay squatted and he will stand an I am to wait for his first shot.
Well I never pulled my trigger but my gun went off on its own and I never even had recoil.
As I slid my hand down the barrel I cut my fingers on my barrel where his shot load hit it.
As I recalled the various angles and our positions I knew that his shot load barely missed taking my head.
He blamed me claiming my barrel was plugged with mud never to admit fault.
Gotta be careful picking your hunting companions, even relatives.

 

[crackerjack222]

Several years ago we leased our South Texas ranch to some hunters, some from Houston some from Boston. They hired a local macho "guide" to do the dirty work; cooking, cleaning, and general grunt work around their camp. This "guide" was the type to catch and play with rattlesnakes, putting a small one in his hat and putting the hat on his head.....

They had a portable hog trap. They had caught a few hogs in the trap and had dispatched and cleaned all but one 20 lb piglet. The guide went to release the piglet and stood beside the trap gate while he opened it. That piglet ran out the gate and immediately turned and began biting the "guides" ankles. He ran around the trap a couple of times with the piglet biting his ankles all the time. He finally jumped up on the trap to get away. The rest of us were standing 50' away laughing so hard we had tears.

 

[Valveman]

Was having a rough morning and decided to read this thread. These stories made my day so I decided to tell one of my own.

When I was about 13 a friend and I would get our dads to drop us off at a little rock cabin in the middle of nothing just outside of Dickens Texas. We had our mini bikes, shotguns, and a 22 rifle. We would hunt for raccoons, coyotes, and whatever else we could find. The rock cabin had been abandoned for years, but made a nice hunting camp. It had a big fireplace with a dirt bottom. The first thing we did that night was to start a fire because it was cold. Wood was wet and fire wouldn't start, so we poured a little gas we had for the bikes on the wood and struck a match. The fire started OK, but a little blue flame came out of the fireplace and traveled all the way across the floor about 3" high. We were running while lifting our feet high like goose stepping until we hit the back door and out of the house. Fortunately the flame just stopped on its own and we went back into the house breathing heavily.

We placed and old mattress in front of the fire place and settled in for the night. Just about the time I started to sleep we hear a little pop and hot coals shot out of the fireplace and landed all over us, the mattress, and the living room floor. Freaked out, jumped up and started putting out the little coals on the mattress and everything else. Every time we would get things cleaned up and lay back down to sleep it would happen again. Turned out my buddy had knocked a partial box of 22 bullets off the mantel and they had landed in the dirt floor of the fireplace. Never did get any sleep that night and it is a wonder we didn't burn the place down.

With all the dumb stuff we do as kids, it is a wonder any of us make it to adulthood.

 

[2LaneCruzer]

That's a good story. Reminds me of our honeymoon at my Grand dad's Summer cabin on Grand Lake. We started a fire in the fireplace; what we didn't know was that some of the family had been there the 4th of July, and they had picked up their dud fireworks and put them in the fireplace.

 

[Chilly807]

A good friend of mine, we'll call him Rick, had an unavoidable compulsion to take a #2 immediately upon exiting the truck when we went hunting. I thought it was funny, didn't have the same issue myself. It turns out his dad was the same, so I guess he came by it honestly.

Now, the story starts with Rick and his dad deer hunting in the early fall, no snow down yet. They're maybe 100 yards apart in fairly thick woods, when Rick hears a shot from where his dad is located. Figuring he must have got something, he goes over and finds the old man looking for blood on the ground, noticeably excited.
Says Rick, "What happened?" His dad replies, " I think I hit him! He was right there!" while pointing nearby. "It was a deer?" Rick asks, a bit skeptical. His dad looks at him like he has two heads and says, "Of course it was a deer, you think I'd shoot at anything else??"
A few minutes later, they're looking around the area and the old man says " Yep, I definitely hit him, but it might be too far back, in the gut... I get a little whiff of something every so often." Rick sniffs the air, wrinkles his nose, and says, "I think you're right, I smell it too."
So, they spend the next few hours scouring the area for any blood or signs of the deer, to no avail. Both of them catch a sniff of something over the time they're looking, further reinforcing the belief they're after a wounded deer.
Finally, they meet up again and Rick starts questioning the old man about the sequence of events. "So,"he says, "Tell me exactly how this went down.. what were you doing when you saw him?"
His dad looks a bit sheepish, as he explains, "Well, you know how it goes, I had to go right after we got in the woods, and that's when I saw him!"
Rick looks closely at the old man and starts laughing. "I'm willing to bet you had your pants down when you shot at him, right?"
Mildly offended, his dad says, "Yeah.. so what does that have to do with it?"

Still laughing, Rick says, "And you had yourself propped up with the rifle, didn't you?"

Puzzled now, the old fella says, "In fact, yeah, I did... how'd you know that?"

Rick, laughing, points at his dad's shoulder, "Because you sh** on the rifle butt, and now it's on your shoulder! That's what we've been smelling all this time!"

And that, my friends, is the truth.

Sean

 

[dmccarty]

Thank you. I needed the multiple laughs this afternoon.

And that, my friends, is the truth.

:laughing::laughing::laughing:

Later,
Dan

 

[k0ua]

A good friend of mine, we'll call him Rick, had an unavoidable compulsion to take a #2 immediately upon exiting the truck when we went hunting. I thought it was funny, didn't have the same issue myself. It turns out his dad was the same, so I guess he came by it honestly.

Now, the story starts with Rick and his dad deer hunting in the early fall, no snow down yet. They're maybe 100 yards apart in fairly thick woods, when Rick hears a shot from where his dad is located. Figuring he must have got something, he goes over and finds the old man looking for blood on the ground, noticeably excited.
Says Rick, "What happened?" His dad replies, " I think I hit him! He was right there!" while pointing nearby. "It was a deer?" Rick asks, a bit skeptical. His dad looks at him like he has two heads and says, "Of course it was a deer, you think I'd shoot at anything else??"
A few minutes later, they're looking around the area and the old man says " Yep, I definitely hit him, but it might be too far back, in the gut... I get a little whiff of something every so often." Rick sniffs the air, wrinkles his nose, and says, "I think you're right, I smell it too."
So, they spend the next few hours scouring the area for any blood or signs of the deer, to no avail. Both of them catch a sniff of something over the time they're looking, further reinforcing the belief they're after a wounded deer.
Finally, they meet up again and Rick starts questioning the old man about the sequence of events. "So,"he says, "Tell me exactly how this went down.. what were you doing when you saw him?"
His dad looks a bit sheepish, as he explains, "Well, you know how it goes, I had to go right after we got in the woods, and that's when I saw him!"
Rick looks closely at the old man and starts laughing. "I'm willing to bet you had your pants down when you shot at him, right?"
Mildly offended, his dad says, "Yeah.. so what does that have to do with it?"

Still laughing, Rick says, "And you had yourself propped up with the rifle, didn't you?"

Puzzled now, the old fella says, "In fact, yeah, I did... how'd you know that?"

Rick, laughing, points at his dad's shoulder, "Because you sh** on the rifle butt, and now it's on your shoulder! That's what we've been smelling all this time!"

And that, my friends, is the truth.

Sean

Now that right there is funny.!:laughing: