What is the most dumbest thing you've done while turkey hunting.

For me I remember one day hunting in Wisconsin and realized I had not loaded my gun. I hunted all day and when I got to my car I went to unload it and NOTHING was in it. Fortunately for me I had no turkeys come in that day. Can you imagine my reaction if I had got a shot on a tom!!!

Just a few years ago I had a gobbler commin in.I could tell by the beard draggin on the ground it would be my best beard ever.I got so caught up in watchin him come in I almost forgot to shoot.When I finally shot he was only 15 steps away and I shot right where I was lookin.I blew the beard right off and the wad embedded in his chest.He weighed in at 22lbs and had 1 1/2" hooks.I picked up the pieces I could find and they were a little over 9" long and there was a 2" stubb on his chest.

Lefty dont really know which subject to pick here!Been fortunate to hunt birds awhile and in doing so over the years have done some real bonehead things!Heres one for ya though, a few years back I pulled in my buddys driveway at about 3:30AM to get ready for a spring hunt.(mind you about 50 miles from home)At the time I owned a Chevy S10 blazer that was equipped with those automatic locks on the doors that lock side to side instead of up and down!Dont know how I did it but I got out and in doing so somehow hit the lock switch as the door closed and guess what, my gun,camo jacket,vest with all my calls and other hunting equipment and worse yet my keys were now locked in my Blazer safe and sound!!As you can imagine everything else was locked too and I ended up screwing up my window trying to get to my keys! <img src=icon_smile_angry.gif border=0 align=middle><img src=icon_smile_sad.gif border=0 align=middle>I ended up borrowing some stuff and had to call my wife later that morning!Needless to say she wasn't to happy but I told her honey I could of called you at 3:30 this mornin to bring that extra set of keys!It was a helluva mornin!!!Yaa I was a little embarrased as well as highly upset with myself! <img src=icon_smile_blush.gif border=0 align=middle><img src=icon_smile_clown.gif border=0 align=middle>

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That's easy! My friend and I went out to take out our turkey hunting frustrations on some crows. I loaded some #8 sportloads in my shotgun and away we went. I walked over a hump in the area and stumbled right into a nice big tom only about 10 feet in front of me. Excitedly I pulled my shotgun up and pulled the trigger only to realize I failed to disengage the safety! Time seemed to stand still yet move very quickly as I watched his head turn from blue to red and watch him take flight to never be seen again.....I died a million times that day and I have thought about at least that many times in the past year.

I left my gun propped up by the kitchen door one morning.<img src=icon_smile_blush.gif border=0 align=middle> My partner laughed so hard he almost choked when we figured it out. He said there was no way I was going to kill a bird with his gun so I got to call....AAAAALL DAY! When he finally got his bird, he got to carry it -- AAAALL the way back to the truck. I passed him once as he was huffin' and puffin' and sweatin' up a hill and I asked him if carrying the gun and bird both was getting heavy. He looked up hopefully and said &quot;Yeah...&quot; I said &quot;Good!&quot; and kept walking. When he finally got to the truck, and let the turkey down to the ground, we heard cloth rip. I noticed that his shoulder was bleeding where the 1 1/4&quot; hook dug in and tore his lucky shirt. Payback can be so much fun.<img src=icon_smile_evil.gif border=0 align=middle>

About 3 years ago I heard a turkey gobble right at sunrise just on the
other side of our property line. I eased up to within 200 yards of the line and did a fly down call. The gobbler went nuts and sounded like he was already on the ground. I called, he gobbled. I called, he ggobbled. But he wouldnt come in. We did this for an hour and so I tried to go silent for 15 minutes to see what he would do. After the 15 minutes I called again and he gobbled like crazy from the same spot.I then eased up to within 50 yards of the property line and calledagain. He responded very excitedly but he would not come in.
I sat there until 10 oclock (2 1/2 hours) but no bird. A hunter hunting the adjacent property came walking through and I told him about the bird. I told him I think there must be something between us as he acts like he wants to come but wont. The other guy smiled and said come on with him and we could try and get him together. We walked up the ridge about 50 yards and another 20 yards through a smallgrove of pecans to a HOUSE with a big wire pen on the back which
was home to the biggest, horniest, gobbler in NW Florida. DUH

Great stories guys. My second best dumb story was while bowhunting. I was taking my hunting partner to my &quot;honey hole&quot; that I was very proud I had found all on my own. I talked it up all the way into the woods and got to our spot to setup and realized that I was concentrating way to much on bragging about this spot that I left my bow next to the car.<img src=icon_smile_dissapprove.gif border=0 align=middle> Fortunately it was only about a 1/2 mile and we were in early so I was able to run back and get it before the hunting started. Totally embarrassing!<img src=icon_smile_blush.gif border=0 align=middle>

I not only forgot to load my gun, I pulled the trigger in an empty chamber...I don't know who was more surprised, me or the turkeys. Now that I've heard form others who've &quot;done the dumb&quot; I don't feel so bad about it.

Well Joe you lived through what I've feared.

My last dumb one is when I took out a hunting partner during bow season and called in a nice tom. I was doing all the calling and the bird came in and went around a blow down tree giving my partner the better shot on him. I never thought 1) my partner would miss and 2) the bird would continue towards me after getting around the blow down and getting shot at with an arrow. However that tom came around, did a little skip when the arrow was low and skimmed along the forest floor, and he just stood there at 25 yards wondering what just happened. For what felt like 5 minutes my partner is thinking I'm going to shoot at any moment so he stays very still.

I forgot to put on my release and I was never a finger shooter!!! I was so involved in calling and watching me get this bird in for my partner that I never thought that I would have to shoot.