|
Post by johno on Mar 24, 2007 23:57:24 GMT -5
I'd like to hear some embarrasing hunting stories - like the worst shot you ever made, the time you were almost eaten by a bear, the time you were so noisy, you were mistaken for a bear, etc...
|
|
|
Post by downinmyback on Mar 25, 2007 10:21:36 GMT -5
I was rabbit hunting with my buddy and a guy i work with who had never been hunting in his life. We were hunting a overgrown thicket I moved to the other side of the thicket to cover it better and that left my hunting buddy and the NOOB on the other side of the thicket. The beagles were jumping rabbits like crazy and me an d my buddy were almost limit out but the NOOB had not killed a rabbit yet. I had told the NOOB not to shoot into the brush as he mite shoot one of my dogs. I hear a shot then hear buckshot go by my head and i hit the dirt and start yelling and then another shot and buckshot tears the ground up near my head. My hunting buddy run to the NOOB and grab his shotgun away and i crossed over to their side of the thicket and i am cussing the NOOB out for shooting into the brush when my buddy tell me that i was shot. I had a piece of buckshot in my forehead and it was bleeding a little so we head back to the truck go home and remove the shot . To make a long story short the NOOB never was invite again lol.
|
|
|
Post by Alan on Mar 25, 2007 21:47:45 GMT -5
Wow downinmyback, that is bad, glad your ok! My funniest story is one of my earliest hunting stories. I was 7 or 8 and my grandfather took me rabbit hunting, I wasn't shooting, just walking with him and the dogs. Anyhow, we live along the railroad tracks in the country so walking along the tracks there are a lot of rabbits and this is good hunting ground, however the tracks are elevated a god 7 or 8 feet up from the ground below. Anyhow my grandpa thought it was an appropriate time for me to learn to shoot a 16 gage, he showed me how to hold the gun and helped me hold it steady. I shot and was litterally thrown offa the railroad tracks, rolled down the embankment and looked up at my grandpa and asked "what did I do wrong", I didn't think he would ever stop laughing. -Alan
|
|
|
Post by johno on Mar 25, 2007 23:30:38 GMT -5
It was just a few years ago... During muzzle-loader season, my bil, a friend and I were sitting on a small mound, hidden by a cluster of trees, in a prime hunting field. It used to be the truck garden a couple of decades ago, but has gone brushy. Anyway, we saw a nice young buck grazing not 20 yards away. He didn't seem to care about our presence, as he could surely smell us from so close. We looked at each other and said, "who wants him?"
My bil took the first shot. Fizzle fizzle, Ka Boom! When the smoke cleared, the buck was still standing there, grazing, as if nothing had happened. We had a good laugh, then Bruce took his shot. Agian, when the smoke cleared, there he was, standing. This time he looked at us for a moment before putting his nose back to the grass. I thought these guys were going to turn beet-red with embarassment! I smugly took careful aim, and Ka-Boom.When the smoke cleared (it was getting pretty smokey by now,) the buck was walking in a circle and looking around, as if he had heard something. Then he wandered off to a quieter location...
We don't tell that story very often...
|
|
|
Post by shadowwalker on Mar 26, 2007 6:53:27 GMT -5
Once when Dove hunting on a Riverbottom. I changed spots. He didn't realize it. A dove came between us and he shot. I saw it coming and also seen his swing of the shotgun. I turned around and squatted down. To make myself a small target as possible He shot and I felt the many stings in my butt and back. He pulled the gun down as soon as he saw, but was pulling the trigger. Both reactions made the best of a bad situation. The pellets bounced off the ground before they got to me. We had hunted around each other for over 15 years. So we had a good idea of what to expect out of each other and had alot of fun. We still hunted together. Only six pellets enterded the skin. And could be pryed out with a pocket knife. Guess who did this? A good hunting buddy. We just don't talk about that part.
|
|
|
Post by downinmyback on Mar 26, 2007 22:32:13 GMT -5
I was rabbit hunting with my brother and we were hunting a overgrown ditch about eight foot deep with briars and honeysuckle on the sides.The dogs jumped a rabbit and i shot the rabbit but it made it back to the ditch so i crawl down into the ditch and picked up the dead rabbit at that moment the dogs jumped another rabbit. The ditch are lower by two foot on tpe opposite side of the ditch which my brother was walking. The rabbit jumped over my head when i bent over to get the dead rabbit. I raised up and my brother shot the rabbit. My brother was laughing so hard about how the rabbit was running across bare ground because my brother said my ugly face scared the rabbit. So that how i can say i saw a Flying Rabbit LOL.
|
|