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Next stop, the taxidermist... yea right! There are 18 posts in this forum. Title huntingNut CLICK RackAttack Forgot to load the gun. CLICK RackAttack Forgot to load the gun. Hung Bucks Unlimited Thanksgiving week 2000. I got to my spot before light where I had placed a climber the evening before. I was 50 yards into the hardwoods facing a swamp (a known travel spot for deer). About 2 hours after getting in the tree, three does came through feeding and following a pack of blue jays that seemed to be navigating the deer to the safe parts of the woods. The does kept looking over their shoulders so I knew something was hanging back in the swamp. The does followed the blue jays through the hardwoods. I spotted the 4 pointer and he was coming closer. His rack was wide for a crotch-horn and I thought at first that he was bigger. Anyways, he walked up broadside and boom! He ran toward me, jumped over a blow-down and fell right at the bottom of my tree. There was actually blood on the base of the tree I was in. He got up and expired 5 yards behind my stand. I told my family on the radio to bring the 4 wheeler. I lowered my rifle and started to get down. I was 15 feet up, and was on my way down when the foot strap on the climber came loose and the bottom section fell straight to the bottom of the tree - So there I was, hanging with my arms fully extended from the top section of my stand! I hung there for a good 10 minutes until they came with the quad. The guys couldn't stop laughing Click! RackAttack Just a reminder to everyone, always make sure you put a round in the chamber after getting to where you are hunting! It happened to me last season and luckily it was only with a doe. Still emarassing to have to explain why you didn't shoot when the guy you are hunting with watched the whole thing! COLD DAY IN THE WOODS . live2hunt When a good friend took me hunting for deer with the rifle for the first time , I learned a lesson that I woud never forget . My boss and good friend (who has since passed away ) picked me up for my first rifle hunt , he asked me "do you have everything " . To wich I replied "yes " . Boy was I wrong . We get to the hunting spot and start getting our gear ready when he asked me " arent you going to put your pants on now " . I LOOKED DOWN AND ONLY THEN DID I REALISE THAT I WOULD BE HUNTING IN MY LONG JOHNS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY . That's right , I forgot my britches . wet in winter jackass Last day of season 2005. i was hunting with MacAttack in the sanctuary. He wanted to drive the other side of the stream in hopes of on last deer. i tried crossing the stream on a downed tree. i got 3-4 across but had to get off the tree my fist step was fine and it looked like shallow water with grass and snow so i took another atep with my left foot and down i go water right up to my hip. i pulled myself up with a branch on the tree and move my right foot and down i go. water went up to my pocket. i had about an inch of water in my boots and i hade to stand on shore for 10 minutes waiting for MacAttack co i could barrow some dry clothes. you know your a rookie when averill park redneck Well it was my first time out in the woods 7 years ago and my dad and uncle figured they would start a tradition(im 12 yeasr old at the time).Yeah i said START a tradition lol We got out of my uncles 1980 something chevy truck and headed into the woods . I had heard my uncle say jeremy you have to try this.Its gross but its a tradition.I asked him ....try what..he says this as he put a piece of deer poop in his mouth..I was like EWW thats disgusting..Then my dad had a piece ..I was like what is wrong with you guys .After about 5 minutes of my uncle convincing me that it would make the deer season a good one if i tried it i had done it..Soon as that piece hit my mouth my uncle and dad had started laughing ..yeah ...Well come to find out 2 seconds later they had chocolate RASINETS while my mouth tasted like deer crap for the next 2 hours . Worst opening day ever JohnDoe Opening day 2004. It was a beautiful morning woke up at 3:30 am and ready to go. As i was on my way out the door i get a phone call from a drunk girlfriend telling me shes stranded without a ride, so of course i go get her, fight the whole way home. finally i get to my buddys house and we leave on from wut we scouted to be a great day on some new hunting land. We been to the new land 3 times but the fog out in Bern was terrible we missed signs and got lost. Finally as the sun started to come up we arrive at our destination. putting my gear on i realize i forget my harness and my pull up string is tangeld beyond repair. so we get to our trees im climbing mine with bow in hand, after getting situated five minutes later 4 doe and 1 buck walk out into the field 50 yrds away. after teasing me they take off to my left. hrs go by and here comes the buck that was with them i take one shot he stands there take the second n goes over his back n he takes off. now frustrated i take off my gloves now that it was warming up. when a huge 10 pointer is staring right at me, as he walked through the brush i turn 180* and draw back but not soon enough as he bolts into the woods. now as things culdnt be worse i dropped my last arrow leaving me with just a bow n the hardest time ever getting out of the tree, thus leaving me going home empty handed. timing Latvian hunter Hunting in the last weekend of bow season, having seen a lot of deer but no meat on the table and no shots after a lot of time and effort. On the last day out, all day and freezing my tail off I decided to call it quits... after lowering my bow down, up bound 2 big does no more than 20 yards away and they both stop and start to feed. Of course now I have to either get my bow back up or get myself down. I choose the bow... things went well until the last couple of feet when my bow hit the stand and both deer look right at me..it is tough trying to make a 200 pound guy disappear... needless to say my 2 does lived to tell their friends of the stupid hunter in the tree and I got to fry up that bow tag that year Rattin' you guys out!! chief 11 posts in the dumb catagory?? Come on people, turns out that I know most of you! He11, I could list some of the dumbest things you've all done, but that would keep you in denial. Light up the board fella's because no one tells the story better than the guy who lived it. ( Of course we know you're BS'in ). #1 "dumb" story gets a free pass from perch cleaning on the 20th. Year 2005, stupid thing. cuban hunter Just Before Sunset, me and my father we went to our hunting grounds, we parked our suv and start packing, I loaded my rifle with only 2 rounds, My father asked me why I am loading only 2 rounds and I say I just needed 2 rounds so my father say well lets see. we start walking, we split to our spots, as soon i sat down I saw a Big doe and a Big buck atleast I have tags for both of them, First I haved shot the buck twice, killed him, and the doe was still in range and I aim and pull the trigger and nothing happen, I then just relized I loaded up only with 2 rounds . I just got so mad, My father was laughing when he saw what happen, But the stupid doe went towards him and He shot him in 10 yrds with a one single shot. Very Cold Duck Hunter Yelper My cousin and myself were hunting ducks on Lake Champlain, in the second season, which usually begins in mid November. We have hunted just north of Whitehall for years and always have great luck. After the morning shoot, we usually paddle up a small shallow channel, to jump shoot ducks. I was in the front of the canoe and my cousin was paddleing. Up jumped two wood ducks and not thinking, I stood up in the canoe to get a better shot. As I took the first shot and only shot, I lost my balance and almost like it was slow motion, the canoe slowly began to tip to the left and over we went. Shot guns, shells, bags and of course, us. Luckily, the water was only 3 feet deep, but it was still freezing. My chest waders filled with water and my shot was now gone. As I searched for the gun, I found it, stuck barrel first in the cold mudding water. As my cousin cursed me out, we couldn't help but laugh of how stupid I was for standing up. The only thing that I got from that experience, was a very wet butt and I never did hit the duck. Are hunt for that day was over..... Back home in bed by 7am elmerFudd It was early in my bowhunting career and I snuck quietly up the hill at 6:45 to see 3 does walking right around my stand. I knocked an arrow, fished around for my release, drew and missed a 30 yard shot. The arrow went right into a tree. Well doesn't the doe come a little closer probably scared from the tree noise. In the mean time I knock up another, draw and shoot way the heck over her head from 20 yards. The doe heard noise from both my bow and the arrow hitting probably 20 yards past her. She then comes a little closer by going to my left and gives me a beautiful 15 yard broadside shot. Shaking like a leaf, I knock up my 3rd arrow, draw and shoot way short into the ground with dirt flying up. Out of arrows and 2 deer still wandering in range, I walked back down the hill and made it back in bed by 7am. Also $20 poorer from ruining 3 broadheads. What a turkey! mofo I was sitting in my tree stand one October afternoon during the 2002 bow-hunting season patiently waiting for that magical last half-hour when everything seems to happen. Suddenly, I began to hear loud thrashing noises up the hill behind me. It was getting louder and louder. It was very unusual and I was not quite sure what it was. I kept looking and looking back up the hill. I eventually noticed big black turkeys flying and landing in the tree tops twenty-five yards behind my treestand. I got this bright idea that if I got out of my treestand and walked up the hill several yards past the tree with the turkeys in it that I would end up being parallel with them and would be able to get a shot at one of them. Well, low and behold, halfway up the hill a four-point buck walks right down the hill towards me and my treestand. It was at that exact moment that I realized how much of and idiot I was. That buck would have walked right past my treestand and have been terminated! Instead, I stood there in disgusted disbelief - but determined to still get off a shot. I knocked an arrow and drew my bow back. The buck just stood there staring at me wondering what I was doing. I have to admit, I was wondering the same thing. What a pipe dream it was thinking I would be able to shoot a deer that walked up on me and watched me draw a bow on him. Much to my surprise, he just stood there and stood there looking at me at full-draw waiting for me to do something. I couldn't believe it. He was just standing still watching me. I was hoping he would turn broadside - but no luck! At this point I could barely hold my bow back anymore and my arms started to shake. I decided to release the tension on my bow slowly, as to not startle the deer. Just then my left shoulder popped out of its socket and my bow fell from my hands. I also fell to the ground in excruciating pain. The buck snorted at me and ran off. I laid there in agonizing disbelief. When I finally gained my composure, I realized that I had damaged my shoulder to the point where I could not pull back my bow again. Needless to say, I couldn't even follow through on my stupid plan to walk up the hill and shoot a turkey. They didn't even fly away. They just stayed there roosting in the tree, probably laughing at me wondering who the real turkey was! Grounded I was warned not to shout at animals. Of course, I would not do anything against my fathers wishes, so I went out hunting for squirrles with some of my friends. And Yes of course one of my friends shot a squirrel with a pellet gun. Just to let you know my BB gun could not puncture a plastic milk carton. It was probably a mistake to bring the squirrel back and show it off because it was at that point my dad took my gun away and grounded me for mere attempt to shoot a squirrel. Yes he knew I did not shoot it but that did not matter. The ironic part of this story was that I never got the gun back but I was allowed to shoot at squirels only if they were in my Fathers Garden. The Day 1 Blues elmerFudd It was the first day of bow season and I climbed up my tree and before I even sat down I dropped my bow right to the ground 15' below. Duck...Duck... GOOF Chief OK, I'll play along. This is a duck hunting screw up, but a screw up just the same. There's a good size beaver pond in Schodack where I hunt. Every year during the fall I jump dozens if not hundreds of wood ducks and mallards. Well, it was a nice sunny morning and I decided that some grilled duck breast would be perfect with some afternoon football watching. I packed up my shotgun and a pocket full of steel shot and headed to the pond. This pond sits about 75 feet below the area that approaches it. I got to the "brink" of the hill and peered down the hill................eureka!! There had to be fifty ducks down there. It was a windy day and all the leaves were off the trees and extra crunchy. Not a big deal because the thruway makes a decent racket there. I start down the hill to fetch my dinner. I decided that, to be sporting, I was going to scare them up off the pond once I was in place. Besides, I'm above them so they'll be flying to me. I'm about 30 yards from the pond and in perfect position on the side of the hill. Couple of deep breaths. Look around a bit. That's when I saw, about 6 feet further down the hill, a perfect plateau to shoot from. Nice and flat good view. Now I could have shot right from where I was, collected my bounty, and gone home. Not me! No sir! I HAVE to be on that plateau. I take the first step down the hill, then a second. Third step, I slip on the dry leaves, both feet come out from under me. I lay my shotgun to the side as I slide about 30 feet down the hill on my back with ducks quacking and flying in every direction. I'll never forget looking up as I slid down that hill and seeing ducks everywhere. Good thing I didn't scare the *%#& out of them. If I had, I'm certain that I would have been decorated in white. Climb up the hill. Pick up and unload shotgun. Finish climb. Walk to truck. Drive home to the steady rhythm of my stomach growling. BTW - I've been back since then. Skinned duck breast marinaded in red wine, wrap in bacon and broil for 6/7 minutes per side. How about a recipe page? :o) Never Heard of the Rut elmerFudd It was my 2nd year bowhunting and I had not even taken a shot to practice all year. Who needs practice, right, not me?? Well as I was sitting in my stand when two deer came flying down the hill. One was twice the size of the other and had a HUGE amazing neck. That one stopped right behind a tree about 30 yards out. I quickly fired a pot-shot that hit square into the tree in front of him. The other was a doe and stopped about 15 yards out to my right. Neither one moved after my first lousy shot. I then quickly shot at the small doe and missed by a foot with the arrow landing on the ground in front of her. The Lone Weed elmerFudd If I didn't have much time I would go behind the tennis court to bowhunt. It is like hunting in someones back yard, but we saw deer there from time to time. I would get there about 4:35 and have maybe 30 minutes of hunting. I would plant myself in the tall grass having only one chance to shoot a deer. With an arrow knocked and me ready, I was hunting!! As I sat patiently (for about 10 minutes) I saw one little piece of a weed that kept blowing back and forth. It wasn't bothering a thing, just blowing back and forth. But it drove me so crazy that I stood up to break it and lo-and-behold a doe was there about 15 yards out trotting right toward me. I jumped and went "ahhh." She jumped and about 4 or 5 other deer were there and we all scared the crap out each other! They ran and I picked up my belongings and went home. My Squeaky Chair elmerFudd I was bowhunting on a super quiet saturday morning on the ground sitting in my foldup chair behind a big fallen tree and a nice bush, perfectly hidden. A buck came out about 100 yards up the hill. All I had to do was wait... but as he came closer and closer I felt an overwhelming dire need to fold up my chair!!! My mind was saying, "hurry man, quick here comes the buck, you gotta fold up your chair man!!" I wrestled back and forth with my mind saying, "no just sit here and be quiet and maybe like... knock an arrow and get ready to shoot him" but the pressure I just couldn't take so I jumped out of my chair and folded it up right as the buck was coming toward me! That chair sqeaked and echoed through the silent forest for a country mile. Needless to say that Buck left, and in my own disgust, I packed up the rest of my stuff along with my chair and went home. Big Medicine youngbuck