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hope this isn't to off color.on a very cold bow morning,I was running a little late. Well being in a hurry, I didn't hear nature calling. I could only stay in the stand for about 45 minutes( i get in before light by about 30 min.)when I got a very pressing issue, I rushed down, ran about 100 yards, found a good thick hemlock . pulling off all the heavy layers of cloths, did my thing, put the clothes back on.Feeling better I turned to get the bow and there was another hunter 40 yards away laughing his fool head off

amosgreg

Xcellerator,
The least the other hunter could have said was "Did you see that Pope and Young Buck that crossed between me and you? I couldn't take the shot with out hitting you!"
OK that might not be nice but when mother nature calls......


Greg

"Getting close to the game is the joy of Bowhunting for me, the harvest is a bonus."

Live 15 ft Python after eating a small Antelope!

Stickemup

My brother and I were dog hunting once when we were teenagers. We were about 70 yards apart and in sight of each other. I had walked up a blown over pine tree that was leaning against another pine until I was about ten feet off the ground. Just as I reached the spot I was aiming for, (lower limbs of the blown over pine) the bark slid off the tree under my feet. I sat down hard as my feet shot out from under me. I was able to balance myself for a couple of beats but I was slowly falling backwards and I was desperately grabbing at a limb right next to me. I dropped my shotgun in the process and managed to grab the limb just as I was going over backwards in slow motion. Of course the limb held for half a second before snapping. As I slid off the trunk of the tree, my left boot (rubber slip-on boots) caught in the fork of the limb I had just snapped off. This stopped my progress for about another two seconds with me hanging completely upside down before I started slipping out of my boot. I finally ended up on the ground uninjured and laughing so hard I thought I was gonna croak from lack of oxygen. My bother said he was trying to come help me, but I looked so stupid falling out of the tree, he was completely helpless with laughter by the time he got to me. He said he could tell I wasn't hurt because he could see the bushes under the tree shaking and he could hear me laughing hysterically.

HuntingBry

This didn't happen to me, but my great uncle. He got down out of his stand on the first day of gun season due to the call of nature. As he relieved himself, a buck came upon him (I don't know how because of the smell)<img src=icon_smile_dead.gif border=0 align=middle>. He reached over from his half squatting position grabbed his rifle, lined up the buck and shot. The recoil of the gun combined with his awkward position sent him backward into his own mess. To make matters worse he missed the buck. I still laugh thinking about that one.

Deer Magnet

I'm laughing so hard I have tears in my eyes!<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>

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atlasman

A couple years ago I was walking a open field with my brother with some brush and ragweed down the edge we were walking. About 100 yards in I felt my intestines roll over and knew I had to snap off a deuce..........I tell my brother and he says he has to pinch as well. I cut into the ragweed and do my thing. I walk up another 50 yards and see my brother coming out of the brush line so I walk up to him and we start talking about where we are gonna go into the woods.......while we are talking I happen to glance over his shoulder and see a guy in the treeline no more then 20 feet behind my brother. I immediately poke my brother and say &quot;Geez man let's go&quot; because we were being very rude standing and talking in front of another hunter. My brother looks over his shoulder and turns pale white with eyes the size of golf balls.........At that very moment I realize what happened and just burst into roaring laughter as we walked quickly away.

I had to stop SEVERAL times on our walk out because I was laughing so hard I thought I was gonna puke..........THEN IT GOT BETTER!!!!


It was gun season and some snow was on the ground so we had full bibs on to keep warm. Well, most of us know that it isn't very easy to squat and not drop a load in your full bibs without taking them off. It was too cold to take them off so my brother found the next best thing. He grabbed ahold of 2 skinny trees like ski poles and held on so he could extend his arse out past his bibs.

The sheer shock of another hunter walking to within 7 yards of you and dropping trou must have been too much for the guy to even speak..............The vision of that milky white butt giving birth to a turd probably still haunts that poor guy to this day.


This was a couple years ago and I am shaking with laughter right now thinking of how many people that guy must have told that story to by now.

farm hunter

Some really FUNNY stories, thanks!

I don't know if embarrassing is really the right adjective to describe it, but I hate telling the story. I'd been bowhunting in a spot that used to be great, but had turned south, yet I wasn't quick enough to realize it. One evening, about mid-season, A big, fat raccoon came down the hedgerow. I'd been trapping coon that year, and hadn't seen a deer, so I figured why not take it? I let it get close, too close. I ended up shooting almost straight down. Well... I hit it alright, the arrow hit dead center and pinned it right to the ground. If you've ever heard a coon &quot;squall&quot; you can imagine what happened next. That coon started screaching for all it had,... what an awful sound. The worst of it was, he was running in circles around the arrow shaft the whole time. I hadn't expected the reaction from the shot. Even though it was fatal, a coon is a strong animal, and I shot again and missed the spinning coon, I shot again and ended the ordeal, double pinning it with two arrows.

After that was over, I was a bit shaken from the surprise of the situation. I looked behind me and of course there was a good buck, that had to check out what all the commotion was! I tried to get get into position to get a shot off, but spooked him off.

When I got back to camp, the three other hunters that night were all talking about &quot;that awful screeching sound&quot; they had heard, and What? could it be. Some of them were 1/2 mile from my position!. I wished I hadn't, but explained what happened. They never let me forget it.

My advice..... Do not shoot a coon staight down with an arrow, its not a pretty picture.

CargoF16

Speaking of straight down shots, early on in life I was hunting with a recurve and a back quiver. I was 15 and had never taken a deer with my bow. A doe comes in and stops directly under my stand. I lean over to shoot and all 5 arrows in my back quiver pour out over my head and onto the deer below before I could release. As the deer went supersonic running away I could hear my cousin laughing a couple hundred yards away. He had been watching me the whole time with binocs. He kept telling my uncles and anyone else that would listen that I had hit a deer with 5 arrows and we never did find it.

Cargo

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OMG , I got tears running down my face I'm laughing so hard!<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>

It seems we all have those funny stories!

A few years back , during gun deer season , I was hunting in a small box blind that was just big enough to set a propane heater to the left of me (yeah we rough it during gun season). Well , about two hours after sunrise a nice doe walks across the field to the right of me , so I stand up , steady my shotgun on the wall of the blind and kabam , we have a nice doe to field dress. After shooting , I thought I smelled something funny but couldn't figure out what it was. A few hours later when we all met to dress the doe and the other guys burst out laughing and ask me what the heck I did , I took my coat off to find a nice big hole the size of a basketball burnt thru my coat from that darn heater.<img src=icon_smile_blush.gif border=0 align=middle>