Post by: Kingpuck on April 13, 2012, 09:00:52 PM
What is the dumbest thing you or *someone you know* did while out hunting? There have got to be some good stories lurking out there. Wondering what yours might be.
One year my brother and I were out backpacking and we woke up to find that he had gotten up during the night and peed into the water source we were using. Had to explain to him the stupidity behind that.
For the record hoping to prove I was adopted...
Post by: ghosthunter on April 13, 2012, 09:07:05 PM
Post by: DoubleJ on April 13, 2012, 09:08:16 PM
Post by: jaymark6655 on April 13, 2012, 09:12:41 PM
Post by: Doublelunger on April 13, 2012, 09:52:49 PM
Post by: washelkhunter on April 13, 2012, 09:55:24 PM
Post by: Bushcraft on April 13, 2012, 10:02:57 PM
I was able to get a fair amount of sleep, but it sure wasn't very restful...all because I wanted to leave 4 lbs. behind.
Estupido!
Post by: seth30 on April 13, 2012, 10:24:47 PM
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 13, 2012, 10:31:14 PM
In an effort to go ultralight back before that was even a word, I left the sleeping bag at home and just rolled with a bivy bag during an October deer hunt in the backcountry. I wore all my clothes and used duff and such for insulation as I had done before. The temps dropped into the low 20's and it snowed several inches on us.
I was able to get a fair amount of sleep, but it sure wasn't very restful...all because I wanted to leave 4 lbs. behind.
Estupido!
Did basically the same thing on a moose hunt. Sept in Alaska isn't the best time to be camping out without a sleeping bag. A buddy and I kayaked about 4 miles into the Suckling hills near the Bering River and saw a few cows but no bulls. We decided we could make a fire and wait the night out instead of paddling back and then turning around the next morning. Didn't get much wood gathered before dark and the fire was pretty small, even tho we kept it burning all night. It didn't take long to realize my sox were slightly damp and my feet were getting cold. And sleeping on the bare ground really sucks the heat out of you. We survived, but were pretty miserable. And as luck would have it, we saw more cows but no bulls the next day so it was all for naught.
Post by: JimmyHoffa on April 13, 2012, 10:40:01 PM
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 13, 2012, 10:42:52 PM
The first is the pic I took of him zoomed in from about 400 to 500 yards. The 2nd pic is a blow up of the first pic.
Post by: RadSav on April 13, 2012, 11:38:12 PM
Shot at a 6X6 bull with a spike standing directly behind him. Guessed the distance wrong. The Zwickey tipped Easton XX75 2219 flew right over the big bulls back and double lunged the spike. Thank goodness it was an "Any bull" season. Spent the rest of the season bugling big bull after big bull for my hunting partner. On the last day I decided to sleep in and cook breakfast while he went out for a short hunt. Had a nice 5X5 walk within 30 yards of our camp while I was cooking eggs and corned beef hash. I still have nightmares about that trip.
Left my $100.00 release on when I stopped to use a Sani-can crapper out past Fish Lake. :bdid: No way in heck I was going to try and fish that thing out of there :yike:
Etc...etc...etc...
Post by: Ducknut97 on April 13, 2012, 11:40:36 PM
Leaving the trigger lock key at home :bash: :bash: :bash:
I did the same thing, was at my uncles house in Snohomish getting ready to go duck hunting and i opened my gun case to find the lock still on my 870. I left the key at home in Olyimpia. Upset uncle :).
Post by: NWBREW on April 14, 2012, 12:16:07 AM
To make a long story short...When I was in high school I shot a hole in the roof of my dads truck while road hunting rabbits. Their was a lot of beer involved, as well as a .22 that I had recently purchased from a yard sale for cheap(I think I figured out why).
Let's see...A lot of beer, a loaded weapon while road hunting. I do not see what a cheap .22 from a yard sale has anything to do with a dumb move like that. :twocents:
Post by: Doublelunger on April 14, 2012, 12:25:42 AM
To make a long story short...When I was in high school I shot a hole in the roof of my dads truck while road hunting rabbits. Their was a lot of beer involved, as well as a .22 that I had recently purchased from a yard sale for cheap(I think I figured out why).
Let's see...A lot of beer, a loaded weapon while road hunting. I do not see what a cheap .22 from a yard sale has anything to do with a dumb move like that. :twocents:
oh wait...so you're saying it was a dumb move? Thanks for pointing that out, for a second I forget what the subject title of this thread was.
Post by: NWBREW on April 14, 2012, 12:30:15 AM
Post by: Doublelunger on April 14, 2012, 12:37:55 AM
Post by: Chase 1 on April 14, 2012, 02:04:51 AM
Don't forget to put the safety on between flocks or your blind could be roofless. He jerked for the gun and back went the trigger. Could have been much worse. I took a valuable lesson from that day.
Post by: MikeWalking on April 14, 2012, 02:20:52 AM
There has to be something worse... :rolleyes:
Post by: MIKEXRAY on April 14, 2012, 02:47:42 AM
Post by: rasbo on April 14, 2012, 04:57:49 AM
Post by: NWWA Hunter on April 14, 2012, 06:46:16 AM
2. Didn't wake up early enough. A lot of times.
3. Went hunting with cotton and it stormed. Almost froze.
4. Slept in back of truck in -30 to -40
5. Not aggressive enough
6. Quit hunting a 190 buck with days still available
7. Looking for "where the grass is greener" when it's green here
8. Probably many many more
Post by: gotshot on April 14, 2012, 07:41:05 AM
Post by: rasbo on April 14, 2012, 07:52:52 AM
Long time ago, dropped a rifle shot myself in the arm. :yike:I seen the scars,your lucky to be with us :tup:
Post by: jeepasaurusrex on April 14, 2012, 07:58:55 AM
Post by: Killmore on April 14, 2012, 08:10:37 AM
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 14, 2012, 08:53:15 AM
Post by: MIKEXRAY on April 14, 2012, 09:52:42 AM
Post by: saylean on April 14, 2012, 09:55:13 AM
If ya cant laugh at yourself :dunno:!
What do I win now?
Post by: CplRaines on April 14, 2012, 10:15:25 AM
I had the wrong foot forward and my rifle down. I was using my H & R, break open 30-30 win.
It was at this point that I realized all my extra rounds were in my jacket, all I had was the one round loaded.
After an amazingly long amount of time, he dropped back down into the brush and continued foraging. I brought the rifle up as I put my left foot forward toward where he was. He stood back up and I put he front sight tip just under his jaw and squeezed. It dropped straight down and I thought "Oh f&%k, now what. Grabbed the barrel of my rifle and held it like a bat, moved around the bushes to get a look to see if the bear was there. Saw a small lump of fur through the leaves, not moving, so then hauled ass back to my bike and extra rounds.
Every rifle I own now has those shell holders that slip onto the stock. ;)
Post by: Cascade on April 14, 2012, 10:46:00 AM
My dad was helping my uncle pack a deer out of a canyon on private property. Half way up my uncle decides to get the 3 wheeler and throw the buck on the back. My dad was walking behind when all of the sudden the 3 wheeler with my uncle on it starts to go over backwards. To this day dad doesn't know why he did it, well he grabs the back of the 3 wheeler and lifts up on it hoping to drop the nose down. His knee couldn't handle the weight and pressure, pop....completely blows his knee out. The surgeon had to take out his whole ACL.
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 14, 2012, 11:13:43 AM
Funny my dad always came back to camp with no sock on one foot.
Blisters!
Post by: uplandhunter870 on April 14, 2012, 12:10:24 PM
bought 12ga shells for a 20ga shotgun, didnt realize my mistake until we were somewhere outside of walla walla at the land we were going to hunt pheasants on, luckily my buddy's cousin had a handfull of 20ga rolling around the back seat of his truck.
tried to high jump a downed tree like NHL players jump the boards from the bench, caught a toe, not only did i face plant into the dirt but in the process i let go of my shotty and it proceeded to land butt pad first on my ear, my hunting buddy about peed himself laughing
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 14, 2012, 03:47:47 PM
Had another friend who's dad hunted with us at Quinault go into one of those steep old canyons a couple years ago and he got a nice 4x4. It's a real hard place to get into and out of now because of the big blow 4 years ago. There are big old growth trees down everywhere in that canyon. Even before that happened, My great uncle nicknamed it A-hole Canyon, because only an A-hole would shoot an elk there and expect people to come help pack it out. There's a cliff face you have to get over to get in there and the only way is up a rock face that a good sized stream comes down. It's just wide enough on the trail for a guy to climb up and down with a pack on but it's really steep and you need all your hands and feet free to hold on. Well my friend got to the rock face and was waiting for his buddies who were trying to make it over the blow down. He had the head on his pack and maybe some of the meat and he was standing close to the edge when he lost his balance and over he went falling and sliding and falling some more. He actually came out of it pretty lucky. He was scraped and had a gouge from one of the tines and might have cracked a rib and a couple teeth, but nothing serious thankfully.
Post by: RB on April 14, 2012, 04:45:34 PM
Post by: throttlejocky20 on April 14, 2012, 04:58:17 PM
2nd- gambled on a fart 4 miles from my truck and lost. :bdid:
Post by: johnnyaustin44 on April 14, 2012, 05:25:58 PM
Post by: throttlejocky20 on April 14, 2012, 05:32:34 PM
Post by: TwoSixFourWins on April 14, 2012, 07:12:15 PM
Post by: elkinrutdrivemenuts on April 14, 2012, 08:23:36 PM
Post by: kentrek on April 14, 2012, 08:31:11 PM
Post by: jrebel on April 14, 2012, 08:34:11 PM
1st- Bailed out of my truck to fast after spotting a huge blacktail and hit the horn with the butt of my gun. :bash:
2nd- gambled on a fart 4 miles from my truck and lost. :bdid:
Never trust a fart!!!! :tup:
Post by: DIYARCHERYJUNKIE on April 14, 2012, 09:19:37 PM
Post by: Kingpuck on April 14, 2012, 10:23:51 PM
Another time I got my float tube out on a lake and kicked a ways out only to realize my flies were sitting on my desk at home.
Funniest thing ever seen was on the Edmonds fishing dock. This poor guy would tie on a nice Point Wilson Dart (7-9 bucks each!) and go to cast.... crack off sailed the lure. He would tie another on and.... crack! After the 4th time I had to stop and explain that you can't use 8 lb test for salmon and to make sure you flip your bail before casting.
Had the same license brother chase me in the yard with no shoes and he squished dog poop inbetween his toes.
Post by: Jeremy S on April 14, 2012, 11:33:23 PM
Post by: AKBowman on April 15, 2012, 09:23:06 PM
Quarter, skin goat and drag down to creek. Climb up to packs arrive around midnight. Wake up around 5am back down to goat, finish cleaning, load packs and 10 hrs of hell back to the truck, end up upside down and backwards in alders numerous times, sucked ass but was over!
Head home show dad goat, process goat that night into the freezer, remove gear to clean and dry out...no bino's!! I was given the choice to replace or go retrieve, at $1,300 I chose to retrieve. Left my house in anchorage the next morning at 5 am and returned the next morning around 10, slept in the truck for a few hrs. Good lesson.
Post by: KopperBuck on April 15, 2012, 10:17:26 PM
Forgetting the toilet paper sometimes ranks right up there. Had a buddy who would use his t-shirts when that happened. Ripping strips off them. You could always tell what kind of day he had when he came back to camp with a shorty T on.
After I quit wearing cotton this became an issue. Not fun during late elk and you have to use your boxers. At least the lady offered her mittens but I just couldn't. I figured the wool mighta made a bigger mess.
Post by: spin05 on April 16, 2012, 12:23:13 AM
Post by: jrebel on April 16, 2012, 10:43:10 PM
Had my wife with me when I spotted two does coming our way. set up and waited. Needless to say they never made it to me. I had about a 5 foot rock outcropping 20 yards away and they were probably bedded below the rocks. Left the wife and did a slow stalk. Finally got to the edge of the rocks and spotted one of the does. Had her at 15 yard, but thought it was the smaller of the two. She was standing in grass that was approx 4 feet tall. I sat there and watched her for 5 minutes or so and never could find the other doe. Finally had my wife sneak up and help look. Still no fat doe. I stood up exposing myself thinking they would stand up and I would see the fat one....well, they did nothing. Finally I start whistling at them and waving my arms and bow....Finally I see the second deer (the small one). She was standing behind momma and hidden in the grass. The fat one was standing there all along. :bash: :bash: :bash: Finally they run off.
I was pissed off and cursed....about this time my wife says, "hey look." 25 yards to my right three monster bucks stand up and bound off. When I say monster the smallest was a 20" 4X4.
:bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash: :bash:
FML...
The next day I stabbed a doe and filled the freezer so it all ended well. :tup:
Post by: WapitiFreak on April 16, 2012, 11:15:28 PM
Post by: MikeWalking on April 17, 2012, 02:40:19 AM
Post by: Kowsrule30 on April 17, 2012, 08:37:59 PM
That was my most serious stupids.... I now watch that trail from afar and have seen almost a dozen goats use it... :chuckle: I'll tell some funnier ones after some more cough up the goods.... I know now I'm not the only one!!!! :tup:
Post by: martin1 on April 17, 2012, 09:01:40 PM
Post by: arees on April 17, 2012, 09:59:12 PM
Post by: Cascade on April 17, 2012, 10:24:16 PM
Saw a "nice" trail to hike down on a ridge I'd never been before.... Well after hoping 5' down to a shelf I realized this trail was for mountain goats only.... I stood there for about an hour.... It was about three pm.... I couldn't turn around because of my 45# pack.... I couldn't lean forward to take it off without loosing footing.... All I had to hold on to was a 2' Pine tree growing out off the side to save my life.... Finally the poor little Pine gave and down we went..... I woke up around 5 pm.... Out of it and thought I couldn't move at first... Until I tried to.... Slowly one limb at a time..... My head hurt so bad as well as my chest.... Back was amazingly good.... Everything in my pack had saved me.... Water bottles blew up.... Alaskan Game Bags are awesome.... Can of Coke exploded... My extra socks, layer of clothing, and jacket I crammed in before hopping off the LEDGE..... I still had the little tree in my hand... Didn't make it back to camp til 8 pm.... My dad thought I got one or got hurt.... Radio contact didn't work.... Truth is I didn't try.... (it was broke anyways) Forgot about them.... 3 day concussion after that.... I had the rear iron sights from my ml imprinted in my chest for almost a month.... Don't know how.... It was in my hand.... I broke it's fall I guess.... Turned out I broke 2 ribs in front of my right lung from the ml.... The next year I took Dad back there from below.... We estimated the fall was between 45-50'.... I still got that little Pine tree....:yike:
That was my most serious stupids.... I now watch that trail from afar and have seen almost a dozen goats use it... :chuckle: I'll tell some funnier ones after some more cough up the goods.... I know now I'm not the only one!!!! :tup:
Good lord, glad you are still with us. I don't think I would venture back to that trail either!
Post by: MikeWalking on April 18, 2012, 02:13:30 AM
Me and my old leech of a drinking buddy tried free climbing some stuff like that, nearly fell off a couple cliffs.
One day, trying to find a new route up the backside of the Haystack on Mt Si :bdid:
I found myself holding on with nowhere to go but back, or fall till next spring.. A young mt goat (there are several roaming Mt Si.) came into view. Like a goof I started doing that funny little noise like when you're trying to coax a kitten or puppy. Holding my hand out. That damn goat came at me like I was made of honey covered blueberries. I thought for sure he was gonna knock me loose. He stopped a few feet short but followed me back to the main route up.
Post by: sirfunkeybut on April 18, 2012, 02:53:23 AM
when i was about 10 me and my best friend took my bb gun and got into my big brothers 22lr bullets. fe found out the recess at the end of my barrel was the same size as the base of the 22 cases so we would put the 22 cases into the end and they would stick out about half way and we would shoot bb's to strike the primers. by the grace of god we never got hurt even after depleating a 50 round box.
Post by: Skyvalhunter on April 18, 2012, 05:44:02 AM
:yeah:
Me and my old leech of a drinking buddy tried free climbing some stuff like that, nearly fell off a couple cliffs.
One day, trying to find a new route up the backside of the Haystack on Mt Si :bdid:
I found myself holding on with nowhere to go but back, or fall till next spring.. A young mt goat (there are several roaming Mt Si.) came into view. Like a goof I started doing that funny little noise like when you're trying to coax a kitten or puppy. Holding my hand out. That damn goat came at me like I was made of honey covered blueberries. I thought for sure he was gonna knock me loose. He stopped a few feet short but followed me back to the main route up.
Pictures please!!! :chuckle:
Post by: MikeWalking on April 18, 2012, 03:30:31 PM
The last time I saw any goats I was on top of the haystack looking at 5-6 in the scree about 500 feet below.
Post by: Gringo31 on April 18, 2012, 04:17:31 PM
We knew which was was back and we had a 3 hour hike to where we started........it's dark now and we are dragging a deer in an area where there was bear scat every 40 yards. It was too dark in the timber to see anything so we walked the stream out that had washed my brother off his feet a couple times, dangerous yes, but at least we had moonlight. We made all the noise we could on the way out not wanting to surprise a bear that couldn't hear us due to the noise of the stream. We are wet and now getting very tired. We ditch the deer, gps mark it and make our way back, only to come back in the morning and find our deer was no longer where we left it.
Moral of the story, be prepared and never go out with guys who you don't trust or are not trustworthy. There is no way as cold as it was and as wet as we were that we would have survived the night.
Post by: MikeWalking on April 19, 2012, 01:21:47 AM
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It's then when they told us they didn't wait and were back at the boat.
:yike: Nice to have known ya..
Post by: shootnrun on April 20, 2012, 02:09:56 PM
1. I fell out of a tree while trying to hang my treestand.
2. Set my alarm for PM
3. Dropped my binoculars and spent the entire high hunt using them as a monocular since 1 tweeked
4. Gone out solo after filling my deer tag scouting for others in camp and coming across many legal bucks and no ability to do anything about it.... :bash:
The list can really go on for ever
Post by: bassquatch on April 20, 2012, 08:30:38 PM
Post by: marlin on April 21, 2012, 02:22:43 AM
A couple years ago, a buddy and I were sitting on a stand calling for coyotes, and he somehow shot his .30-06 by accident. Neither of us had plugs in but luckily the gun was pointed in a safe direction.
When I was younger, about 10yrs ago, I watched a friend trip and fall and stick the barrel of a H&R 20ga into the mud and then didnt think to check the barrel for obstruction. He swung and shot a dove about 5min later and that 20ga was about twice as loud as usual.. I turned around to see why the big BOOM.. the barrel peeled back like a banana. That was my gun I loaned him, but luckily nobody was hurt. The gun I got for $50 and I just cut the barrel down to 20" after that.
Oh and someone said their shotgun was the conductive medium between them and an electric fence... Well one time when I was about 16 it was dark out and I took a piss... Well I didnt know I was going to be peeing on a Hotwire fence.. OUCH! The current came up thru the stream and got me pretty good.. I was afraid I would have damaged goods and never get it up again but that wasnt the case lol
Post by: MikeWalking on April 21, 2012, 02:56:27 AM
First full day of my second trip into the Brooks. I had set up camp on the Junjik river near a spot called Timber Lake. A local family had an illegally cached hunting camp and had been guiding trips there for 20+ years. I spotted one of their stands a couple miles off and decided to loosen up with a hike around the valley for a look. Found a lot of trash from hunts gone by. It was pretty rough walking, 1mph on flat muskeg.
I got close and the ground got worse so I decided to head back. I could see several smooth flat grassy areas between me and camp that I couldn't see before bordered by chest high brush, sage like. Getting through that brush was like trying to push through a cyclone fence so I found a way to the first grassy field.
Here's where I got Stuuuppiddd. I had been looking at good maps for a few months before the trip. I had seen all kinds of seasonal ponds in this valley. It didn't even occur to me what these wonderful flat smooth grassy meadows might be. :rolleyes:
The bottom of ponds, drained/dried days earlier... I stepped onto the edge of the first clearing and the reddish mud gushed up to the top of my boot soles, no big deal. About halfway across a 50-60 foot circle I suddenly went knee deep before hitting hard ground. It closed up like cement. I fought till I was dizzy and didn't move an inch. I heard a plane flying towards Arctic Village and thought about pulling out my radio. What was he gonna do? I watched him go and had some Gatorade. I had 2qts and several Cliff Bars and a couple extra layers of clothes.
I fought till I seriously thought I might be found there 16 days later when my pilot came back. Then a little voice said...well quit trying so hard. Huh? Instead of yanking my feet so hard I pushed my self up on tip toes. I heard a swooshing sound and felt water running down my leg and could feel pressure under my heel. AHA!
I got my first foot free in about 5 minutes, it felt pretty creepy to have to plant it knee deep again to free the other. It took about 30 minutes more to get the 30-40 feet to solid ground. Another hour to zig-zag 2 miles or so through the muskeg to camp less than a mile away..changed clothes. Washed my boots in the creek, they were full of mud. fired up the stove and had a good meal and a couple shots.
I like to think I got a lot smarter after that. Told my pilot about it and he gave me a hard look before laughing. He said something about learning quick or else.
Post by: iceman91m on April 21, 2012, 12:13:56 PM
Post by: Evoac05 on April 22, 2012, 12:38:40 PM
Taking a dip in the marsh (waders full of water up to my kness for the rest of the day)
Post by: BOWHUNTER45 on April 22, 2012, 12:41:12 PM
Post by: sirfunkeybut on April 22, 2012, 03:49:43 PM
Showed up at my buddies house at 4:30am to load up the boat and our gear for some duck hunting and set my new iPhone on the tailgate. :bdid: As I was reaching for my phone after loading the boat, my buddy asks me to check if his waders were in the truck, needless to say I forgot to grab my phone. :bash: We just pull out of his neighborhood and I go to check the time on my cell :yike: We end up spending a few hours looking for my phone. We end up finding it and nothing is wrong with it, but there went our day of hunting.
Taking a dip in the marsh (waders full of water up to my kness for the rest of the day)
Post by: marlin on April 23, 2012, 08:11:48 PM
Today I was out shooting my bow, and there were bee's buzzing around.. I was at full draw when a bee landed on my neck and went down my shirt.. Instantly and instinctively, I let go of my grip on the bow to swat it!! My release was still on the bow, and the bow came back and whacked the crap out of the top of my hand. Instant bruise and welt. It hurts and it might be fractured.. Stupid damn bee.
Post by: sirfunkeybut on April 23, 2012, 11:06:43 PM
I already replied in this thread but as of today I have a new one!
Today I was out shooting my bow, and there were bee's buzzing around.. I was at full draw when a bee landed on my neck and went down my shirt.. Instantly and instinctively, I let go of my grip on the bow to swat it!! My release was still on the bow, and the bow came back and whacked the crap out of the top of my hand. Instant bruise and welt. It hurts and it might be fractured.. Stupid damn bee.
Post by: JimmyHoffa on April 23, 2012, 11:28:18 PM
A neighbor kid was out shooting birds with a BB gun. When mosquitoes would land on him he wouldn't load the BB, but would pump it up with air. Then shoot the air at mosquitoes that landed on him and it would blow them away. Well, must have been in the excitement of shooting starlings that he put a BB in before pumping it up and then proceeded to shoot the mosquito that landed on his ankle. BB went in an had to be X-Rayed. Think it lodged between the different bones somehow. He had to have it removed in surgery, and proudly displays the X-Ray.
Post by: mrmoskillz on April 24, 2012, 09:37:51 AM
Post by: BuckHunter23 on April 24, 2012, 10:03:45 AM
Round about my first year hunting I hiked out of camp and slung my 7mm over my shoulder. As I was walking I realized that I wasn't sure my safety was on. I reached back to find the safety and found the trigger instead. Sure enough, the safety wasn't on and my ears were ringing. No harm done (except to my hearing) but I am more careful now and hopefully wiser.
Had something very similar happen to me. As I reached back to pull the rifle of my shoulder it got snagged on my orange vest. it was one of those two dollar cheap mesh ones. As I struggled to get it unstuck, the rifle slid off my should and kinda flipped over. Well, I quickly found out that the vest was hung up on the trigger and I for sure forgot to engage the safety. BOOM. Thankfully the barrel was pointed at the ground and away from me. Was probably about 2-3 inches from shooting my foot or worse by hitting a rock and having it ricochet back at me. I learned a valuable lesson that day and am extremely diligent about making sure the safety is on every time. I have a few stupid camp stories as well, but since this is about being afield, I will hold those for another time... :chuckle:
Post by: Broken Arrow on April 24, 2012, 10:11:04 AM
Post by: Alpinegus on April 24, 2012, 11:01:11 AM
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5 years ago, i had one of the best and most exciting elk hunts of my life. I was litterally face to face with a 5x5 rosie for 10 min, each of us screaming, racking trees, etc. I was in a vine maple jungle and could not get off a bow shot for the life of me. Finally he presented a shot. I shot true right behind the shoulder and then after the shot......my brain malfunctioned......i for what ever reason threw my bow in the air (about 10 feet straight up) and proceeded to give the touchdown sign with my arms. My bow came down in from of me and broke off my stabolizer and my sight. I got the bull and a broken bow.
:chuckle: :chuckle: Broken Arrow ... Maybe your name should be Broken Bow? :dunno: :chuckle:
Glad you got your elk.
Post by: pendoreilleadventures on April 24, 2012, 11:11:55 AM
Post by: Kowsrule30 on April 24, 2012, 12:12:53 PM
On a great note.... 2 years later I shot the big guy.... He no longer scored 145-150 but was aged @ 8 1/2 years... A main frame 3 point with eye gards and grew a bunch of trash down low.... Lost his 4ths along with tine lenght and mass...
Post by: Kingpuck on April 26, 2012, 11:35:51 PM
Have a strange feeling that after this upcoming season will have a few to add to this list.
Thanks for sharing everyone!
Post by: JimmyHoffa on April 26, 2012, 11:49:10 PM
:chuckle: :chuckle: Broken Arrow ... Maybe your name should be Broken Bow? :dunno: :chuckle:Unless it refers to the military code....then maybe he has an even better story we haven't heard. :yike:
Glad you got your elk.
Post by: Arteman on April 27, 2012, 09:43:10 PM
Post by: Smithandsonstaxidermy on April 28, 2012, 12:47:22 AM
Post by: fishingnut71 on April 28, 2012, 08:09:38 PM
Post by: TWG2A on April 28, 2012, 08:27:03 PM
Thanks for the chuckles!
I can't think of any "dumb" things I've done in the field, but I did have one experience that scared me pretty good....
I was at the top of a hill, awaiting the elk real early one morning. I laid down on the ground to just rest a little and I fell asleep.
I awoke to the shaking ground and the sound of a herd of elk running very close to me. As soon as I opened my eyes, all I could see were legs and hooves and. MASSIVE bodies hurling over me. They actually jumped right over the top of me. Somehow, they managed to avoid trampling me. Lucky me.
Maybe it was dumb falling asleep on a hunt.........
Either way, it happened over 30 years ago, but I remember it vividly.
Post by: 3nails on April 28, 2012, 08:27:38 PM
Post by: bankwalker on April 28, 2012, 09:08:54 PM
Post by: rtspring on April 28, 2012, 09:18:44 PM
Post by: Killmore on April 28, 2012, 09:56:46 PM
Gave a gamie my riflethis is the best one so far.I"m pissed for you,any updates
Post by: rtspring on April 28, 2012, 10:14:39 PM
Post by: buckhorn2 on April 28, 2012, 10:32:37 PM
Post by: bwhntr350 on April 29, 2012, 06:01:25 AM
I guess I don't have much on this topic. I have a funny story to throw in here to replace my long winded not so dumb story.
My Dad and I were tracking a lone bull on the OP back in the late '80's or 90. The bull had stepped into an underground yellow jacket nest. The bees were mad, lol. The nest was right next to an old windfall.
After an hour or so just past there we lost the tracks and my Dad felt the need to backtrack. In doing so he headed right for this old log, lol. I kind of started to veer around the log and said "Watch for that bees nest". I guess he did not hear me and walked right into it, for the most part. He took of running and swatting at his head, haha. I was rolling!
When he got away he started yelling at me for not telling him. I claimed that I did, lol. He is now 71 years old and does not hunt and he still brings that up and acts like he is still mad at me and still to this day, I claim that I warned him but he does not believe me. I am pretty sure that I did warn him ;) :dunno: :chuckle:
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 29, 2012, 07:25:37 AM
Post by: deerhunter_98520 on April 29, 2012, 04:47:18 PM
Post by: Angus on April 29, 2012, 05:46:21 PM
After a couple hours of sitting and not seeing anything I looked his way and he's pointing down the hill below me, he didn't seem to excited about it and I couldn't see anything so I didn't pay much attention. About 30 seconds later out of no where, there in front of me about 10 yds away is a nice 2 point buck standing broadside looking back down the hill where he came from. Had I been paying attention and/or had my gun ready (it was 2 feet behind me leaning against the log I was sitting on) I probably would of had an easy shot, but no, I wasn't prepared and I made a big lunge for the gun and as you would expect, spooked the buck. The buck turned and bolted right back down the draw the way he came, at which point I grabbed my .303 British and headed out in hot pursuit of my deer. According to my uncle the deer was pulling away at first but as I started down hill I picked up alot of speed and he said I was closing fast, I made it about 30-40 yards before tripping over something and going ass over tea-kettle and piling up against a tree, I had some bumps and bruises but was otherwise ok, until I got back up the hill and saw my uncle who had seen the whole thing and was laughing uncontrollably, at which point I knew I would never live it down, and I haven't. My uncle told that story every hunting season until he died.
Post by: bankwalker on April 29, 2012, 08:05:45 PM
Gave a gamie my rifle
That did end up being pretty dumb :bash:
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 29, 2012, 08:07:31 PM
Edited, to Sitka_Blacktail in the post below, yeah, you are right and I also appreciate the words.
bwhntr350, What you did is one of the hardest lesson for a lot of hunters to learn. If you have an respect for your prey, you'll limit your shots to those that you are confident will give you a clean kill. There are enough natural conditions that can cause a bad shot that taking a questionable shot just because it's a large animal shouldn't be part of the equation. There might be a branch you didn't see, wind drift, a foggy scope, steep elevation, misjudged distance, the animal might take a step just as you let fly, another animal might step in front of your intended target, I've seen it all in 48 years of hunting. There are worse feelings than letting an animal go to hunt it another day; having it get away with a bad hit for one, or finding it after it's bloated up and starting to stink for another.
It's been many years since I worried about killing an animal. I worry about making a clean kill. If you think about it, it can make you a better more patient hunter.
Post by: Sitka_Blacktail on April 29, 2012, 08:26:20 PM
That same week-end, I also learned some new colorful words and sayings. I had no idea what they meant, but I was anxious to show them off. Unfortunately for me and then my dad, I chose to show them off to my mom when we got home. Mom asked me how the day went and I proceeded to tell her using every term I'd learned that day. Those blankety blank blankers snuck away up the blankety blank canyon and blanked us. Never saw my mom move so fast as she smacked me upside the head and then went totally bonkers as she ran out to find my dad, who got it worse than I did. He didn't know what hit him. Later when we had some time alone he gave me what is basically the Vegas advice. "Son, what happens in hunting camp, stays in hunting camp."
Post by: bwhntr350 on April 29, 2012, 08:30:07 PM
Edited, to Sitka_Blacktail in the post below, yeah, you are right and I also appreciate the words.
bwhntr350, What you did is one of the hardest lesson for a lot of hunters to learn. If you have an respect for your prey, you'll limit your shots to those that you are confident will give you a clean kill. There are enough natural conditions that can cause a bad shot that taking a questionable shot just because it's a large animal shouldn't be part of the equation. There might be a branch you didn't see, wind drift, a foggy scope, steep elevation, misjudged distance, the animal might take a step just as you let fly, another animal might step in front of your intended target, I've seen it all in 48 years of hunting. There are worse feelings than letting an animal go to hunt it another day; having it get away with a bad hit for one, or finding it after it's bloated up and starting to stink for another.
It's been many years since I worried about killing an animal. I worry about making a clean kill. If you think about it, it can make you a better more patient hunter.
@ Sitka_Blacktail,
I agree 100% with all that you said
Post by: autodink13 on April 29, 2012, 09:18:57 PM
After the bull started walking away i took my pack off and dug my cam out but couldnt get good footage of the bull. This situation probably wasnt the dumbest thing ive done infield but it sure sticks out in my mind.
Post by: CplRaines on April 30, 2012, 05:24:39 PM
Showed a co-worker a good Deer hunny hole, regret it every year since.
Did kinda the same thing.
Had an apprentice that was a few years older than me, wanted to learn to hunt.
Took him out for a few years, got him his first deer, etc. Showed him one of my favorite honey holes.
I can no longer hunt there. He took his kids and coworkers after he moved on. They in turn take their friends. The place is a frickin zoo now during the season. :bash:
Post by: MikeWalking on May 01, 2012, 01:54:49 AM
Post by: Kingpuck on May 02, 2012, 08:51:16 PM
Got the boat into the water, got everyone else setup and fishing, and then put my stuff in the water, went to crank the reel and there was no crank on the reel! Of course a fish hit and I had to reel in by flicking the reel with my hand.
Shortly after this we went to pickup my brother in law and nephew. Sheriff was giving away tickets for not enough lifejackets. Luckily we were good there.
We got back to fishing and nearly had a full stringer. Then we hear a "whoops", brother dropped about 13 trout into the lake on the stringer. We thought this was a good point for breakfast, pull into have a bite, and after we go to push off, ripped my jeans right up the butt.
Cruising around the lake all the sudden we come to an immediate stop and we lurch to one side. WE RAN AGROUND ON ON A LOG STICKING UP OUT OF THE WATER! Had to be pulled off only after snapping a rope.
Craziest day of fishing in my life!
Post by: MikeWalking on May 03, 2012, 01:33:22 AM
Tried using my thumb as a sight on a wrist rocket can still feel the pain.
Dad made me a great one from the perfect branch when I was little.
I don't know if I did the same, can't say I didn't... :rolleyes:
Post by: Kowsrule30 on May 03, 2012, 11:09:55 AM
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Post by: Tony on May 03, 2012, 01:29:02 PM
Funny my dad always came back to camp with no sock on one foot.
I have to laugh since i've been there.
Post by: Mudman on May 03, 2012, 01:44:28 PM
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Post by: j.galloway on May 08, 2012, 09:33:31 PM
It is legal to have one vehicle drive out onto land to retrieve game. (only one) Anyway, I bagged my doe and sorta gutted it. (mostly Dad was showing me because it was my first time) Anyway I was excited I left the pelvis saw by the pile.
So when the truck came up he ran over the saw. Luckily it didn't puncture the tire. :)
This was my most recent hunt trip,
My uncle downed a doe in the middle of the field. It was full of heavy grass about a foot tall or so. My Dad and uncle placed the rifles laying down close by. As the truck was driving up my uncle says to "go stand on the rifles so the truck doesn't run over them." So I walked over tripped on some grass or weeds and kinda tumble fell over the rifles. His reply "I didn't mean actually stand on the rifles"
Post by: sirfunkeybut on May 09, 2012, 02:29:28 AM
Post by: Mike450r on May 09, 2012, 01:25:34 PM
I now have a release that folds back out of the way, I haven't had to do real test yet but based on my simulations it should be all clear.
I was able to clean it good enough to suit me with some grass and a puddle but when I met back up with my oldest boy I was tempted to swap him releases since he did like mine better. I didn't have the heart to do that to my own kid but would have done it to a buddy in a second.
Post by: Clancy on June 04, 2012, 11:59:57 PM
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Post by: pianoman9701 on June 05, 2012, 05:17:25 PM
I was pheasant hunting for the first time with a good buddy of mine. I was using a pump. A bird flushed out in front of us. I shot and missed and swung to the left and pulled the trigger, putting the muzzle right on my bud's head. I hadn't completely engaged the pump for the second shot and it didn't fire. I completely lost track of my field of fire and almost killed my friend. I was very lucky that day.
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Post by: esteban on October 28, 2013, 09:50:48 PM
One year since I dint have waterproof gear I took my umbrella along- had a friend tell me to quiet the practice if I want it a deer--this umbrella was the biggest you can buy at Costco and I can't believe I walked through the woods with this thing open while it rained and wondered why? I saw no deer.