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Let's hear about some of your funny or odd things you have done while hunting.
I thought of this because I'm out hunting during gun season and just because you use a bow, you still have to wear orange.
Today here in Michigan, it's in the mid 50s so I don't need the heavy cloths.
Now I usually wear just a orange hat but today I put on my quilted hunting vest with the game pocket.
Oh no, I have a cough coming on.
I didn't think to grab some cough drops.
I found a pocket in the vest that had some.
:saywhat: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I USED THIS VEST? :dunno: :laughing:
I think it has been less than 10 years.
They tast ok and it helped with the cough. :goldtooth:
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When my son was little, I would sometimes take him to the stand with me. One morning, shortly after daylight, we felt a sprinkle. I looked up and the sky was clear. For a moment I was confused until it dawned on me that raindrops don't have a nutty smell. That squirrel is probably still laughing at us.
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Loaded up my hunting gear some years back and the wife carried out a banana to go. My hands were full so I told her to stick in my spare boots. Well they ended up not being worn, come next season I couldn't for the life of me figure what I had stuck my foot into. (That little green sticker label was the clue)
Dad always somehow left a baloney sandwich in some kind of hunting pocket only to be found next year. The dog that would eat any thing wouldn't even sniff the sandwich. (I always check my pockets multiple times, thanks Dad, and now boots also)
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I have been know to leave a Milky Way in my vest or the one in the bottom of a backquiver.
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I'm not much of a golfer. I far prefer my bow. But my dad golfed and I did it just to spend time with him. When he died the clubs gathered dust for years. Fast forward about 10 years and on one hot day my son asked if he could borrow the clubs to play a game with his buddy. Part way around the course they checked out the pockets in the bag and found a couple of cans of beer, or what had been beer at one time. "Oh our lucky day!!!" he says. so the two of them cracked the cans open, took a great big draw, gagged and spewed the stuff all over the grass. I can't imagine what the stuff tasted like but it gave a whole new meaning to aging beer.
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I left a sandwich in my backpack once. It was there for the better part of a year before I needed that pack again. The sandwich had grown bigger somehow.
Dave.
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I left a bottle of buck lure in my pants pocket, it got through the washer but when the wife opened up the dryer door she almost threw up, man was she mad . It was a thick gland lure too and the heat from the dryer enhanced it .
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Forgot my pull up rope once. So I put my bow over my shoulder and started up. It was a pine tree with lots of limbs. I got half way up and something was hitting, I wiggled and twisted and all off a sudden twang something smacked me in the head. It was then that I realized I had caught the bow on a limb and unstrung it. Crawled down dug through pack no stringer ugh. Stuck the bottom limb in the snow and dirt and did the old step through. Crawled back up and didn't see a dang thing. Should of went home after the unstringing.... :laughing:
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One more, Tim you reminded me of this. Remember when skunk cover scent was popular. It came in two bottles. You put couple drops from each bottle on a cotton ball and wallla skunk scent... I kept one bottle in each pant pocket. I was still living with my folks at the time and I came home and the house smelled like skunk. Mom and Dad were not happy. Apparently they leaked a little in each pocket and when the water hit it it activated it was bad. I quit using it that day.....
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The first time I went to any kind of archery shoot or meeting was at the Compton Rendezvous many years ago. I was nervous and felt like everyone was looking at me. I went to string my longbow using the push-pull method, pulled too hard and the string went up and over the end of the limb tip. The bow shot out of my hand and flew about 20 feet, landed in the grass. Looking back, that was pretty funny.
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I was doing some pre season scouting on a friends farm. It was hot and I forgot my water bottle. I was really dry and needed a drink bad. A real nice pear tree on the edge of the pasture caught my attention. I picked up a big juicy one from the ground and took a huge bite................Ah pewwww, bleaaaak, spit, spit, spit, plaaaaak! That was the worst tasting pear ever!
It was then I noticed a cow peeing like a fire hose over at the next pear tree.
I think I spit for an hour and a half.
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So that's what's wrong with ya?
:wavey:
Was in a tree stand one time and I dropped my new bear victor Viking takedown out of the tree, it landed on the bottom limb tip and had the bow strung backwards on one limb and regular on the other limb. That was fun getting the string off.
Another one is ya all remember those old baker tree stands?
Well I took a 15 foot ride down a smooth barked maple tree one time...
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Squirrel hit we with a black walnut one time....one of them spiky balls. I had no hat on. It hurt like h×!!.
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Roy,
I never did like you.
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Roy, I had a friend who rode a Baker stand down a creosote telephone pole. He had all kinds of splinters, but the funniest one (funny to all in camp except him) was the big splinter in the tip of his nose.
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I had a similar experience as Roy but not with a Baker. This was probably in 1979 or 80. My stand was a home made one I bought at a flea market for $5. I mounted it on a slightly slanted live oak tree. This stand didn't have a climber. I used a boat cushion over my chest with arms through the straps to protect my chest from the tree. When I got up the tree my feet slipped out of the foot straps and the stand ratcheted down the tree with me and the boat cushion still clinging to the trunk 10' up the tree. Also, I had a banana in my pocket and you can imagine what that looked like when I got back to the ground. After wondering around the woods until day light, mad and sweaty, I climbed a pine right by the road. A few minutes later an 8pt walked by and I made my first deer kill. For years after that I always carried a banana in my pocket while hunting. :thumbsup:
I have a friend that decided to use muscadine grapes as a cover scent. He put his hunting cloths in a plastic bag with a bunch of grapes and smashed them all together. The next morning as the sun came up so did the yellowjackets and swarmed all over him. :knothead: Needles to say his hunt was cut short that day.
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Not exactly hunting, but definitely in the tell on yourself column…. Has anyone else ever stuck their bow in the ceiling fan?…..My bow collection is in a room with a 52” ceiling fan….. It is always on, and I can not count the number of times I’ve stuck a bow tip up in that thing, and ever time I say damn it and look to see if anyone saw me do it (again)….. it needed dusting anyway.....
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Pat B, if that had been me it wouldn’t be the banana in my pants that would have been the worst part of the mess.
Last year I felt confident that I could get to a ladder stand in the dark without my light. I had to cut through a sort of thick area, but I had cut some brush back to get there quietly. I cut on the wrong side of a tree and walked right into a thumb-sized limb—that I had cut—at eye level. Had a black eye for a few days, but could have been a whooole lot worse. I now only go without a light if I’m walking in a field or down a roadbed!
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Back in the 1970's I used to do a little trapping. Mostly muskrats in the swamp. Well, if I only caught one or two, I'd put them in the old refrigerator in my parents basement until I checked my line the next day. That way I wouldn't have to make a mess of the basement for just a couple furs. If I caught another couple rats, I'd skin them all at once.
Well, one summer I got home from school and my mom said there was a surprise for me down in the old fridge. I ran down stairs expecting some ice cream or some treat, opened the fridge, and just about passed out from the smell of that muskrat that was in there that I forgot about months ago! WoW, talk about putrid! I had to scrape it into a bag and throw it out in the woods. Ruined a pair of gloves. Then my Mom made me scrub the living heck outta the fridge, me gagging through the whole experience. Never did get rid of the smell and we had to throw the thing out.
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LOL Ron
Reminds me about the time my 15 year old son did the same thing with a skunk he caught. Only he put it in our freezer. I came home from work one night and opened the basement door and was knocked over by the smell of skunk. There was his trapping basket with the trap he caught the skunk with inside. It went out the door. Week later I went to get something out of the freezer and was overwhelmed by the smell of skunk. Here he put the skunk in there.
I about crapped my pants. Good thing there wasn't a lot of meat in there.
He scrubbed and scrubbed to get the smell out. Its funny now but wasn't funny back then...
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Quite a few years back I went into the woods on a new property to hunt deer. I wasn't far from my truck and heard a deer grunt. I froze and went on high alert. He grunted again. I couldn't see him, so I slipped my grunt call out of my pocket and called back. He grunted, I grunted, back and forth for at least half an hour. I still couldn't see him. Slowly I crept forward. Another grunt. Now I can see the whole area, but can't find him. Then I see it, a tree branch rubbing a dead tree in the wind. :banghead:
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LOL
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Toomanyhobbies,
I was walking through the woods and heard a turkey cluck. I froze. Heard it again. And again. I scanned the area. Nothing. Clucked again. I was just slipping my diaphragm call into my mouth when a camoed Hunter sat up out of the ferns 10' in front of me. Holy crap!
Then I heard the cluck again. The guy had hiccups!
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One evening I was hunting on the ground next to a reclaimed coal strip mine. As dusk approached and the woods darkened something caught my eye. It wasn't there before but it sure stood out now. It was a penguin! And I swear it was watching me! I kept looking back over my shoulder and it was still there. It was starting to freak me out!
It got dark and I walked out with my flashlight scanning ahead for the foul beast that caused me so much anxiety. Ah, there it is!
A bowling pin.
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This fall I hung my fanny pack on a limb above after I got in my stand. I forgot to grab it after that evening hunt. The next morning I was getting ready to go hunt a different location 20 miles away. Realized my fanny pack with my deer tags and gutting gear was still hanging in the tree where I left it the night before! Needless to say I went back there for my morning hunt to retrieve my pack.
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That's a good one, Roy! We both understand the meaning of the word "unpleasant"!!!!! :biglaugh:
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Also back in the 1970's, while deer hunting I spotted what appeared to be a bedded doe. After an intense 20 minute stalk, I got close enough to see the big gray oval rock :banghead:
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I was 19 and headed out to where I was going to sit for the afternoon when I spotted a couple deer in knee high grass.
They were slowly moving with there heads down so I got down on my hands and knees and started a slow stalk.
I would peer over the grass occasionally to check where the deer were and stay on course.
After about a half hour, I closed the distance to under 30 yards, so I now barely moved as I tried to get closer.
Now at around 20 or so yards I got to my knees ready for the shot.
And then one of them picked its head up to look around.
The neck was about as thick as my thumb and a couple feet long. :knothead:
Did you know that Sandhill Crane's look just like deer with there heads down?
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Several years back I was sitting with my back against a tree where a ground blind had been built. Way up in the tree some squirrels were running around. Then two of them were going round-and-round ever so slowly getting closer to the ground...and me. Then one of them decided to stop just inches above my head. The other one jumped down,landing on my ankles. Having my eyes closed due to due them getting close to me I opened my eyes and said "Boo"! The one right over my head started pooping while the one at my feet jumped towards the tree landing on my head. I didn't get scratched and clawed up as bad as I could have been.
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A buddy and I were coming of the mountain back to camp after elk hunting all day.
A big bear had been seen by both of us in the area and the evening before had dug up a bee nest. Growling while devouring in plain sight of his watch spot.
We were walking down an old winding two track that had been used for logging years ago and as we came around a curve we stopped dead in our tracks as a bear was sitting in the road in front of us. We stood there whispering back and forth what we were gonna do.
Back then the light of choice for hunting was the AA MiniMag light. Those lights were so weak that try as we might we couldn't really see the bear well. So one of us had to try to get it to run.
As I approached the bear I had my light in my hand under the rifle forend and approached slowly but deliberately forcefully telling it to shoo. But the 400lb brute just sat there looking at me.
At about 10 yards I Iowered my rifle, turned to Ronnie and told him to come on. Try not to trip over this stump.
We laughed about it all the way back to camp.
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Several years back, we were muzzleloader hunting at out Tennessee place. About 8:30, I heard a percussion cap (only), fire up the creek bed. I knew my younger Brother was up there, so I was grinning like a possum eating persimmons. Then I heard 3 more caps go off. I was beside myself. When we met at the shack later, he said the durn deer just stood and watched him replace caps. I tried to act sympathetic, but probably failed.
Then we got serious. I got my possibles bag, and got out a steel wire nipple pick. WE pulled our dove hunting stools up side by side. So there we sit, both leaned over the action of this loaded rifle, and we're picking away through the nipple, trying to clear the gun so it will shoot. Our Friend came up behind us, and saw what was going on. He snuck up to about 3 feet, and touched off a 54 caliber Hawkin. We both levitated, and I couldn't pee for 2 days. He thought that was the best thing he'd ever done.
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Gary, lmao:)