Well here is my "poop" story. Not as good as the others but still pretty funny.

Last year, opening day of rifle season in PA, my youngest son (9) begged me to go. So we went out, drove up to the field. As soon as we got there, he said his stomach was crampy and wanted to lay down for a little bit. I was only around the bend about 150 yards so I said thats fine when you feel better, just walk up to me. About an hour had passed and it was just turning light when he came walking up. I said how is everything, he said fine. Well about 30 minutes later, he said dad, I have to go to the bathroom. I told him to take the bucket that he was sitting on and sit across it and do your business. Well he left and came back minus the bucket. When I asked him where the bucket was, he said he left it there. Puzzled I said why. His response was why should I carry the bucket back when its full of poop. Apparentlly he misunderstood what I said when I told him to sit across it and did his business in it instead. His nickname is now Poop Bucket Boy.

About 10 years ago, our first year on our very own hunting land! We hadn't had a chance to place stands or anything so I was sitting on the ground on the curve of a trail coming from a field. A does comes down the trail and offers a shot @ about 20 yards. So I draw and shoot. I miss by about 6 inches left in front of her. Crap..

She runs back down the trail and stops. Couple minutes later she comes back to the exact same spot!

So I draw and shoot again it misses her by about a foot this time, again left in front of her.She runs back down the trail again.WTF?

I was a pretty good shot then and nothing was deflecting the arrow. So I'm checking my arrows, my jacket to see if its in the way. I had just practiced that afternoon, everything is good.
Needless to say the doe was a little spooky. For what ever reason, she came back again to the SAME SPOT! No Joke..

So now I am ready and fire my last arrow. The arrowmisses her again, but instead of missing her in front, this time it goes behind her rump to the right by a foot (so I missed the mark by about 4 or 5 feet). This time she's had enough and disappears.

At this point I am just livid. I just could not figure out what was wrong. It didn't make any sense why I was missing to the left the first two shots and then on the third shot I missed to the right by almost 4 feet..
So I inspect by bow to see if the peep sight moved. nope, String looks good. Arrow rest look normal. Then I tap my sight and it slides out and drops to the ground. It must have loosened up on the ride over or something and chose a terrible time let me know it needed to be tightened.
I couldn't find the arrows in the brush with the sun setting, so I just sat there on the ground for about an hour until the sun went down, with my sightless & arrowless bow, stewing over my missed opportunity(s). Arms crossed and grumpy!!

Well wouldn't you know it, about 15 minutes after the doefinally left, a nice 6 pointer came down that same trail and stoppedabout a foot from where the doe had stood for my shots. He looked at me for a little bit, & I swear I saw him smile at me (if deer can smile). He just calmly kept walking up the trail, occasionally glancing at me, not a care in the world, mocking me.

I can imagine it was a funny site, me sitting on the ground w/ no arrows, no sights, and very angry.

My dad got a good kick from that story.. uggghhhh. Im just glad I didnt' end up wounding her in some way. Not funny at the time, but looking back, it sure is funny to me.
PS. I have checked my sights before I head out for a hunt everytimesince then, I doubt I'll ever stop that practice...

Critter, that's good there. I can't decide if this is one of the funniest or one of the smartest things, both I think.

This story right here, ladies and gentlemen, takes the cake. Very funny!!!

STUPID CATEGORY
So there's this old ber den by one of my stands, it's midway up a hillsurrounded bytamarac swamp, I've checked it out while scouting and walked by it a dozen times since then...never thought much of it, so on the last day of rifle season I get out of my stand to stretch my legs andstand on the bear den side of the hill for a while. It starts to rain,and it's time to meet back at camp for lunch, so I walk down the hill past the bear den, and as I get close to it I admire how big a hole it is and wonder how deep it goes, so I walk in front of it, bend over, look inside, as my eyes adjust I notice a bear paw, then I notice the bear, and it's looking at me...so there we were, 3-4 feet away staring at eachother, both of our eyes were wide, there's only one way for that bear to go and that's out of the den where my dumb ass is standing...and my gun is slung over my shoulder so I'm screwed, I'm to close to do anything, do I back away slowly? No...I think I can outrun him... so I bolted down the hill trying to get a handle on my rifle, and not trip, I get to the bottom and turn around ready to shoot, and... the bear stayed in the den. That's when I noticed a bunch of beaver carcasses at the bottom of the hill, where the bear hadeaten already, thankfully. I make it back to the truck, and realize I am stupid.

Great thread. Bringing it back. Need more funny stories.

This is the most hilarious stuff I've read in a long time. I like the one with the family watching.

Incidentally, for all these poo stories, I hear that it is a good scent attractant and the deer come check it out when they smell it. I guess next time take a steamer in close shooting lane. Can't say that I've done it yet though.

Thats one of the coolest stories ive ever heard. Why dont you try to submit it to "this happened to me" in Outdoor Life? You might have a chance of making it!

ok i didnt want to tell this one but i guess i will.

i was bow hunting out of my climber. it was my second year to bow hunt and my first year in a climber. i was really little (like 75 lbs) so my harness was big but it was tight. there was alot of slack in the belt connecting meto the tree. i was hunting on my buddies property and we were about half mile from each other. i was just getting settled in when i realized that i needed to get my release which was in my backpack behind me in the tree. i stood up and turned around. im still not sure how i did it but i managed to jiggle the bottom of my climber loose. so down it went followed shortly by me. somewhere in this process my foot got tangled in the harnes slack and i hung upside down in the tree.my buddy seemed pissed when he walked up to me screaming like a little girlbut soon laughed when he actually saw me. i was not happy. thank god i was only hanging upside down for about 15 min. i honestly though i was going to die. he got me down and we laugh about it every time we set up stands. i havent hunted in a climber since. lock-ons only

That is a good reason to always have a loud safety whistle close at hand. You never know when you are going to be hanging around.....

Happy and Safe Hunting
Reid