Tell us a funny hunting story

[magicman54494]

I'll start.
We were chatting with another hunter one evening at our camp. He professed to be an all day hunter. He went on and on about sitting all day. He went on to tell us his dad taught him to hunt all day by taking him out in the dark then returning after dark to get him. I jokingly told him that the reason dad did that was so he could go home and have fun with mom. Then I asked him when his youngest brother was born. Guess what? He was born 9 months after rifle season!
We all had a good laugh

[1shotkill1993]

Haha, thats pretty good.

Umm, lets see
I had a squirrel climb my tree one morning. Got right beside me, I turned to look at it. It screeeched right into my ear, and fell to the ground. I guess it went unconscience after that because it just layed there. Then it got right back up and looked for an acorn, like it never happened.

That was the first time I ever laughed on the stand. So funny.

[LouisianaTomkat]

My brother was Squirrel hunting not far from me once when he decided to do the #2 up against a stump. I could see him squatting thru the woods. I had turned my back and next thing I know "Boom!!". I thought for sure his gun which was propped against the stump had fallen and gone off. I turned and hurried over to find him half dressed holding his shotgun on a Ground Rattler that was blown to smithereens right at the base of the stump. I laughed so hard I almost peed my own pants. That was not the funniest part though. In the process of having the "crap scared out of him", he had accidentally pooped in part of his underwear. Out comes the Old Timer, and off come the Fruit of the Looms. Lol, still funny to this day.

LT

[bigbucks98]

haha those are great. Well the funniest has to be the coon...
I was watching over this corn field and the fence row where the deer always crossed to get to the field. I wasnt really seeing anything and it was almost exactly 11:45 almost noon. Well i never even thought about den trees. I was in this monsterous sycomore with a few dead limbs and some holes about half way up it. Well there was one big limb to my right side with a hole at the end. Well i was sitting there about to pack up and i heard a noise that sounded like someone was rattling a 5 gallon bucket beside me. Well i kept hearing it and hearing it and after about 15 or 20 minutes of it...out of the end of that limb popped out this BIG BIG BIG boar coon. He lokked aroung kinda looked at me and didnt think nothin of it...and just kinda stretched and stretched. And i was sitting as still as possible at this point. Well finally i think it was the glare off my bow caught his eye and he raised up trying to smell me out and caught wind of me and buffed up and opened his mouth but didnt make any noise. He jsut took one little step at a time moving back towards his hole. I think it prolly took him...o id say 5 -10 minutes to go about 20 feet back through the hole. I nevered laughed so hard in my life after that. And about as soon as i made that first crack of laughter...6 deer and a pretty good 6 came bustin under my stand. lol But i got em about to days later he scored 143 1/4. But it was a hunting storie that ill never forget.

[130woodman]

Last year I rattled in a little 8 point and when he came in he started rubbing a tree. He was working it pretty good when he backed into a tree branch he muct of thought it was another buck because he jumped about 5 feet straight up and did a 180 degree turn in mid air. After he saw nothing there he just walked off like nothing happened.

[hardcorehunter]

I don't have any but got this goofy email 2day

Diary of a Deer Hunter

1:00 AM: Alarm clock rings.

2:00 AM: Hunting partners arrive, drag you out of bed.

2:30 AM: Throw everything except kitchen sink into pickup.

3:00 AM: Leave for deep woods.

3:15 AM: Drive back home to pick up gun.

3:30 AM: Drive like crazy to get to the woods before daylight.

4:00 AM: Set up camp. Forgot the stupid tent.

4:30 AM: Head for the woods.

6:05 AM: See eight deer.

6:06 AM: Take aim and squeeze trigger.

6:07 AM: CLICK.

6:08 AM: Load gun while watching deer go over hill.

8:00 AM: Head back to camp.

9:00 AM: Still looking for camp.

10:00 AM: Realize that you don't know where camp is.

NOON : Fire gun for help---eat wild berries.

2:15 PM: Run out of bullets---eight deer come back.

2:20 PM: Strange feeling in stomach.

2:30 PM: Realize that you ate poison berries.

2:45 PM: Rescued.

2:55 PM: Rushed to hospital to have stomach pumped, throw up instead.

3:15 PM: Arrive back at camp.

3:30 PM: Leave camp to kill deer.

4:00 PM: Return to camp for bullets.

4:01 PM: Load gun---leave camp again.

5:00 PM: Empty gun on bug that is bugging you.

6:00 PM: Arrive at camp -- see deer grazing.

6:01 PM: Load gun.

6:02 PM: Fire gun.

6:03 PM: One dead pickup.

6:05 PM: Hunting partners arrive in camp dragging deer.

6:06 PM: Repress desire to shoot hunting partners.

6:07 PM: Fall into fire.

6:10 PM: Change clothing, throw burned ones in fire.

6:15 PM: Take pickup; leave hunting partners and deer in camp.

6:25 PM: Pickup boils over due to hole shot in block.

6:26 PM: Start walking.

6:30 PM: Stumble and fall, drop gun in mud.

6:35 PM: Meet bear.

6:36 PM: Take aim.

6:37 PM: Fire gun, blow up barrel that's plugged with mud.

6:38 PM: Mess pants.

6:39 PM: Climb tree.

11:00 PM: Bear leaves. Wrap gun around tree.

Midnight: Home at last. Fall on knees thanking Maker.

Next day: Watch football game on TV, slowly tearing up hunting license into small pieces, place in envelope, and mail to Game Warden.

[BigJ71]

I posted this a while back....still by far the craziest (and looking back funniest) hunting adventure ever, itwas a "Twilight Zone" episode.

I met a girl I college one day while studying, she says she knows me from football and we struck up a conversation, eventually talking about hunting. She tells me she is "Part Black Foot Indian, and hunts all the time." and that she wanted to go hunting with me sometime.

Ok, I'm thinking it's a kinda strange first date but she's pretty good looking and it's the off season so I'll take her Rabbit hunting in the foot hills.....who knows what might happen.

Well the day arrives and she meets me at one of the many dirt roads off of the canyon road (Utah) that lead into the foot hills.

I notice that she has a small part of her hair (next to her ear)braided and a feather hanging from it.AND....you guessed it...HER FACE PAINTED!!!

Now I'm thinking "this broad is nuts" but I give her the benefit of the doubt, perhaps she is just proud of her heritage, plus...she IS good looking. So we grab our rifles (.22's) and head out.We had been walking for some time talking about school, football and such when all of a sudden she spots some tracks (Coyote) and drops to the ground...procedes to put her ear to the ground......looks up at me and says......."Big female Cougar...about a half mile ahead heading south, if we hurry we can catch it."

I'm just standing there likeand I say..."First, that's a Coyote track....Second, even if it were a Cougar track, which it's not! we don't have a tag for it, nor a gun to kill it with, and third your frickin nuts!!!"

Well she stands up and says "Hey, I don't need a tag I'm an American Indian." At this point I'm thinking this crazy broad is gonna shoot me or something so I say to her, "Good luck with the Cougar, I'm heading back to my car." and turn and walk away.

I seen her a couple more times on campus but she acted like she didn't know me......thank God!!

[KodiakArcher]

6 pack beauty queen for the rut. Scary thing is, it works!

[MichiganWhitetails74]

I USED MY TREESTAND PLATFORM AS A TOILET SEAT.

[magicman54494]

ORIGINAL: KodiakArcher

6 pack beauty queen for the rut. Scary thing is, it works!

I wouldn't try that in Wis.