Friend of mine killed his first with a bow. Wanted me to show him how to field dress it and bone it out so he could take the meat to the processor. Once I got her skinned out, I told him that I had to remove the POISON GLANDS, ( inner loins, or sweet loins as we call em) Told him to make sure that he told the processor that the poisin glands were removed!!! He did, the processor never gave me up and I ended up with three more sets of poison glands by the end of the season. Bill if you are readin this, thanks, they were great!!

this was a long time ago, one of my friends dad owned a farm and my friend had his favorite spot with a home built stand, well one of my other friends mad a dummy and dressed it in orange and went in the night before buck season and put the dummy in his tree and sat a back pack under the tree right at the base of the ladder, then he got up at 3 am and went and set about 30 yds behind his tree stand in the luarel, when my friend got there and saw the backpack he then shined his flashlight up in his tree stand and saw this guy dressed in orange, he talked to him and began to yell at him and actually left to call the police to have this guy arrested for trusspassing, at that point my other friend snuck out , when he finally figured out who did it, they didnt talk for over 1yr....man i wish i would have been there to hear him giving the dummy what for.!!!!

That is freaking hilarious.

OH man this thread has got me rolling......

This is kind of an on going prank..seems like very year someone takes a buck and doesn't tell anyone and someone ends up with a set of buck balls greeting them in morning when they are climbing to their stand.

Nothing like deer balls smack'n ya in the face first thing in the morning.

Too funny...you'd be surprised how many people I've seen say they've seen turkeys on the side of the road eatin roadkill. [8D]

That has to become your signature line... LOL


The first time my best friend, father, and I went to northern Quebec for caribou I stole every dollar out of my buddy's wallet. Mind you we are in Schefferville, a small crap-hole of a town with no way to get more money, when he reaches for his wallet to pay for his license and he has nothing. He went completely white and literally almost fainted. I laughed so hard I cried, but for some reason he did not find it funny.

im dying...love these stories..

not really a hunting prank...but played it on dad at camp. i took my dads buddys brand new 40-50k$ truck native trout fishing in the middle of nowhere. honest good 5 miles from the hard road and nearest house. a wierd storm rolled in while i was back there and cut my trip short. got back towards camp and seen it was sunny and never stormed. dad should knew better...you dont get reception with a phone unless your on the top of the mountain within a couple miles of camp...my trip was about 15 miles away...

im pulling down the driveway and call him. i said dad! ask Joe where the spare tire is on this thing i cant find it! hes like WHAT!?! where are you? i told him i was still back in the national forest..hes screams JOE!! we gotta go! Devin has a flat tire back in the national forest. meanwhile they are stranded..i took the only truck. they were enjoying some adult beverages anyhow...i think it made things better. dad is just goin nuts panicing. thats when i pulled into the camps drive beeping the horn and blasting the radio. ive never seen dad that mad. he said alot of words i dont hear from him to often lol. but me and his buddies were rollllllin because he paniced and went nuts. he eventually found it funny. to this day when i bring it up he mumbles some choice words.....

One year in elk camp me and my cousin were teaseing my Aunt about eating elk turds so one night we put some milk duds (candy) in her mashed potatoes, the look on her face wasso funny that we fell in the floor laughing. We had to do the dishes the rest of the hunt. Afew days later i opened my box of milk duds and it was full of real elk turds glad I looked first,never found out if my cousin or Aunt did it.


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Sounds like you guys really had some fun with Grandpa. He must have been a real good sport, sorry for your loss.

Every year someone from camp (gun season in the U.P.) goes home with a pair of womens panties. Oh yea they tried to get me my first year up there with them but my brother-in-law told me about their little stunt and I put them in his Dad's bag. Needless to say Igot the last laugh.