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Well............ then there's always the "grunt call" story. I dont' like to think about that too much.[:'(][:-][8D]

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Started out bad....ended good.

I went with some buddies to the Eastern side of our state to hunt one of their leases, last Fall. It was gun season....and I was the only one bowhunting. I drove the ATV out to a good stopping point on the only afternoon I had to hunt.....and hiked into a place I thought would be a good spot. I got ready to climb and realized I had left my release in the fron seat of my truck.

Left my equipment in strange woods at the base of the tree......hiked back to the ATV.....rode back into camp......retrieved my release.......back to park.....hiked back in......sweating like a champ, now. Climbed up.....settled back.....and saw deer. I was the only person in camp to shoot a deer (small buck that I was donating to a needy cause). My spirits were NOT high when I finally settled in.....but the end result was great. It's still the best shot I've ever made on a game animal.

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Story #4

This falls into the scary and STUPID category.....

My friend, Gary, and I had built this HUGE tree stand for bear hunting. It was about 25' up these big cedar trees, complete with a ladder, railing, carpet, and a roof. We had baited it really hard (back when we could bait) and we had several major trails that had been cut into the stand. We went up two nights before opening day to see what we had coming in. Well much to our surprise we had eight...yes 8...bears coming in. Talk about your feeding frenzy. Well we ended up getting "treed" up the stand both nights for two hours after dark because the bears were all around us. We waited until we didn't hear anything for 30 minutes before we would climb down. Luckily the truck wasn't that far away so we would quietly slip out of the woods and then start high fiveing each other with excitement of what we had just seen and heard. The first bear to come in each night was a cub but mom stayed in the shadows (we did count her). The stand was located at the top of a raven. The second night we heard this noise coming up the raven that lasted about 45 minutes. It sounded like two bears tearing each other apart. They were trashing trees, bushes and anything else to get their point across to each other. Gary and I were wide eyed with excitement and fear. Well they finally worked their way up to the stand. Unfortunately we were so high up and the cover was so thick that we couldn't see anything. We heard snaps and limbs breaking, growling and all kind of noise behind us as they continued to go at it into the night. Finally we heard a death moan. Gary and I looked at each other thinking one of the bears had been killed. Well we wait our 30 minutes of quiet time before we start to head down. I leaned over to Gary and said "you know...there might be a dead bear over there". So we both lapse into a STUPID state, climb down, and start looking for this dead bear. We look here and there but can't find anything. At one point Gary walks ahead of me and I'm shining my light around. All of a sudden I see pine needles falling from the tree to my right through my flashlight beam. I shine my light up the tree and there is baby bear straddling a limb. I call Gary over and we look up and the cub looks like he is dead. Gary shoots a shot from his pistol up through the tree and the cub pees all over the place and climbs higher up the tree. All of a sudden we hear a crash in the brush behind us. REALITY CHECK!!!! HELLLLLLLO!!!!! WHAT ARE WE DOING!!!!!!! MOMMY!!!!!! or MOTHER BEAR!!!!! Gary and I...without saying a word go back to back...our lights scanning the bushes around us...I get his pistol and we walk out...back to back...lights flashing round and round looking for mama bear. We get back to the truck. Sweating puddles...look at each other..."what in the world were we thinking??????"...stare at each other....and then high five...what an experience...

Two days into the hunting season they started clear cutting the woods north of our stand. The next year they turned the whole area south of the road into a wildlife reserve. We never hunted the stand again....talk about scary....

Happy Hunting
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Here are the pictures of the tree stand that Gary and I built. Go back a page or two to read the story of how we put it up.



The rest of the ladder


The landing and part of the seat


The seat is big enough for three BIG guys

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Fished with hand grenades wrapped in C-4.

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I was buzzed at the lake & I ate some power bait by mistake.[:'(].there.. I said it ...nuff said [8D]

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When I first started shooting years ago, I shot my sisters car. That was a fun one to explain.

Shane

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My "poop" story...........

The morning starts out like any other. I am one for routines. I wake up at 4:00am and roll out of bed and take a scent free shower. I get out of the shower and the dog is going bonkers so I let her out. While she’s out I make a pot of coffee. By the time the coffee is done the dog is ready to come in. I let the dog in, pour a cup of coffee, and sit down at the computer and check out huntingnet before I leave to go hunting for the morning. It’s the same thing EVERY morning.

The morning routine also consists of bodily functions. Just like clockwork after the 2nd cup of coffee I’m heading to the can for my morning crap J. After that I’m good to go. That’s my green light to head to the hunting lodge.

However, the other morning there was a kink in my ritual. Everything went like it usually does except the morning crap part. I was freaking out. NOTHING. I mean not even an inkling of needing to go. I was a little bothered by not needing to crap. All I can picture is getting into my stand and having to go. I delay my departure for 10 minutes hoping for some last minute magic. Nothing doing. I can’t wait anymore or I’ll be late to my stand.

Away I go and my routine carries on. I travel the same route to the hunting lodge. Same radio station. Stop at the same fields to take a glance etc…. All the while in the back of my mind I am deeply disturbed and now officially out of whack for the morning.

I get to the lodge and meet up with my hunting buddies. I try to ignore the fact that I haven’t been to the can yet. I get all my gear on and ready to go to the woods. I thought it wise to get a handful of toilet paper and put it in my pack. Again I’m prolonging my departure to walk to my stand hoping for some last minute movement. Nothing doing. Now I’m actually starting to put it out of my head and figuring everything is ok. I simply just didn’t need to crap this morning for whatever reason.

So I’m off to the woods. I have quite a little walk to get to my stand. I get halfway across the winter wheat field I have to walk across and I feel a strange little “gurgle”. Oh NO I think to myself. I stop dead in my tracks like a deer caught in headlights trying to figure it out. It rumbles again and I get a bad feeling. I gaze back at the walk back to the hunting lodge and try to decide if I should make a dash for it. It’s getting closer to light than I want it to and I don’t want to be late to my stand so I try to psych myself out and ignore it. I walk about 10 more steps and it’s like a volcano getting ready to erupt. I know at this point I’m doomed.

It’s no longer a gurgle or rumble, it’s coming full force now and there is no escaping. I frantically look back at the way I came and then ahead to the edge of the woods as I’m still standing in the middle of an open field. OH man I’m in trouble. There’s no ignoring it anymore.

I start making a mad dash to the edge of the woods. It was a cold morning and I have a lot of gear to shed. My hand warmer (muff) goes flying off. I drop my bow to the ground. I undo my release and wing that. My armguard goes flying. I unbuckle my fanny pack and chuck that someplace. I shed my coat. I’m just about falling over trying to unbuckle my bibs and pull them down. I’m in a marathon dash for my life to get to the woods. I feel like Finch in the movie American Pie when Stifler put Ex-Lax in his drink and he had to go to the bathroom in school. I now have a 50 yard trail of gear through a winter wheat field. I finally get to the edge of the woods and barely get my pants down (I mean BARELY).

WHEW!!! Out it comes. I finally took my morning crap. It’s about 25 degrees out and the wind is blowing pretty hard. I’m half naked and freezing my butt off. One minor problem…. I threw my pack someplace in my scramble and it’s still dark out. The pack that had the toilet paper that is. So I crawl around with my pants down to my ankles trying to find it. Finally find it and do what I have to do. Now I need to pick up the rest of my junk. That takes me quite awhile and it’s now getting light out.

Well I don’t quite know what to make of this morning of mine. I say to myself that’s done and over with and get a little chuckle out of it. I get all my stuff back in order and ready to hunt.

Off to my stand I go. I finally make it to the tree and get all situated. I’m sitting for about 10 minutes after first light and through the woods about 100 yards away I see a buck!! Not too bad of a buck either. He looks like he is veering away from me though. So scramble for my grunt call. I grab it out of the front pocket of my bibs and blow into it. The buck stops!! Wait a minute though what the heck was that?

Well…………….. I unfortunately got a taste of my morning crap. Somehow my grunt call got tangled up in my bibs in such a fashion that I crapped all over it. The thing was smeared in crap!!! I put my clothes back on and never noticed that I crapped all over part of my bibs. I guess in the haste I didn’t quite get them out of the way. I just about threw up. I was gagging for about 20 minutes. The buck must have decided he didn’t like my dry heaving motion and noise. I decided I’d had enough of that morning and headed back to practice some much needed oral hygiene. I don’t want to get into too much detail, but let’s just say there was “ample” amount of crap on my grunt call. Something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. That was truly disgusting.

I got back to hunting camp and felt obligated to tell the crew about the happenings. I’ve never seen grown men laugh so hard in all my life.

What a crappy experience.

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i feel sorrry for you, thats nasty

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I almost got in trouble for laughing so damn hard at that one NY Bowhunter. That has to be the worst one yet!