I did some more dumb stuff before this but I get crap from my cousin and his friends about this one sometimes. It was youth season last year so I was gun hunting and my cousin was bow hunting. I found my cousin to help me find my deer (nice 7pt) cause he ran into a thicket. We followed a trail and sure enough there he was we were walking up to the deer and my cousin was about to be pointing out how good the rack was and the deer jumped up and took off. Now my dumb a$$ only loads one shell in my gun for some unknown reason. I eject it with my lever action deer never seen again.

I also have heard stories about people messing all over the back of their coveralls. I have never had that happen but I am always careful.

Along the same lines as RET3006, except I had to much bad coffee at camp. About an hour into my walk, the rumble started...I know it now or I am squirting all over my suit. I ran off the trail and found a nice log to lay my deposit, finished up, grabbed my pack and search for the supply of TP...but no TP. I was thinking what the heck happened to my TP (it is like Amex, don't leave home without it!!!)and what the heck am I going to do now! Snow on the ground, no leaves...just FUBARed. I did what I had to do, I used my gloves, now it is pretty cold to have no hand wear...but it would have been worse to have the rest of the week with sheeet streaks and that bad coffee deposit.

I find out later that my so called buddies while having a few after dinner mints, decide it would be funny to remove my TP. Oh I got back at the ring leader, I went and picked up the soiled gloves and placed them in his pack for future reminders not to play with fire....you may get burned!!!!

I know rotten to the core. Had I been really rotten I would have done what I planned to do and that was make his sandie's with the gloves placed in them...but I thought the dumba$$ might actually take a bite and that would be really wrong.



Edited by - Skeeter 7mm on 10/02/2002 22:11:20

Skeeter - It might have been wrong... but it sure woulda be funny. hehe....

Houston, TX

The funniest thing that happened to me actually happened to someone esle, and I was just standing there along the campfire with some friends and we were all BS's, talking about what we saw and the events of the day and Walter was standing over the camp fire and said that when he dropped his drawers to take a crape that he had fell back into it as he was squatting. You imagine. I told Walter that I am not surprized you did that, but I can't believe you came back here and told everyone,later Bobby

About the worst thing that happened to me was driving 78 miles to go hunt, and never even gave it a thought, until I reached my destination, to pick up the bow and put it in the Jeep before I left.


But, the funniest thing I ever heard, happened to a buddy of mine, or his brother I should say.

A friend of mine, Steve, and his brother were out pheasant hunting some properties they had. As they were driving from place to place in Steve's car, they both had to take a "nature break". So, Steve pulls over on the side of the gravel road, and both men get out to do their thing. Steve's brother, had put his gun in his leather guncase, and kept it in the front seat next to him. Somehow, he removed the gun from the guncase when they came to a stop, to check if a new glow-worm sight had stayed on the muzzle of the shotgun, before he took care of business. Well, conversation changed, business was taken care of, and both men got back in the car to resume their journey.

When they arrived at their next area to hunt a few miles away at the end of a dead end gravel road, they noticed that some buddies had already been their that morning to hunt, and decided to go elsewhere to another property, thus turning around to drive back out.

A few miles back the opposite direction, they both noticed something in the road. As they got closer to the object, they realized that it was a shotgun. Steve immediately new what it was. But, his brother, not being one to be accused of being bright, sat up in the seat and yelled, "Hey!!! Some idiot left a shotgun in the middle of the road!!! AND IT IS JUST LIKE THE ONE I HAVE!!!"



.........My buddy Steve just shook his head.......................

true story.

Edited by - richie3 on 10/03/2002 07:41:52

A friend of mine who is a bit excitable was moose hunting and saw a big bull on an old logging trail. He jumped out of the truck, braced his rifle on the back fender and fired. The bull didn't move so he fired again, and again. Emptied his clip, loaded another clip and emptied it as well. The moose finally had enough of all the noise and walked away. When my friend stood up he saw the problem. While the scope was centered on the moose, the muzzle was centered on the opposite fender of the truck. Nice large hole for the body shop to repair. I don't hunt with this guy - he makes me nervous!!

them are some great stories. i can't think of anything real stupid that i've done during hunting. now fishing that's a whole nother story

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Kicked a dang armadillo many years ago as hard as I could. Dang near broke my foot......turned a nice shade of purple......

Some years back in Huntsville Al. I was hunting on the side of our mountain, looking over two corn fields. Make the story short, I noticed a nice six pointer and poped off a hole clip!

I noticed the deer not moving at first then after my last few rounds I changed the clip, when I looked up, it was gone?!

I decended the mountain and entered into the field that I was shooting into. Being that I was shooting from a long distance about 200yrds. and I was elivated I figured the may be I was no hitting the deer.

Any way, while double checking the location, I spotted a downed deer about 45yrds. away very excited I quickly ran over to the spot finding that I had landed 4 shots into a, DECOY!

TOP THAT FOR JACKASS OF THE MONTH. NEVER DID FIND OUT WHO THE DECOY BELONGED TO?

KEEP HUNTING THE GREAT OUTDOORS & GOD ALIVE, PASS IT ON!

You know being an old man I had to think a long time on this one, I have been very lucky and somewhat anal about double checking stuff so my dumbness is not due to forgetting something. Well I was 13 and my dad had just bought me a new 12 gauge, well everyone knows it must be shot as soon as possible or the gun will catch on fire and burn down the house! So I immediatly went out to shoot something, of course nothing was in season that was edible so my choice of prey was very limited. At last I saw my prey, Mr. Crow flying straight towards me at about an altitude of 30 yards max, I swung the gun higher and higher and then slapped the trigger, I saw stars and felt great pain right below my eye and my shoulder and it felt like my index finger was torn off!!!! Of course when you shoot a 12 gauge when it is about 6 inches off your shoulder things like they happen. Black eye, bruised shoulder and a sprained cut finger, yea that was dumb!

The Tazman aka Martin Price
Founder and President of
Virginia Disabled Outdoorsmen Club