Well as the off season approaches quickly I figure we all could use a good laugh. So if you have a good story of a practical joke from hunting camp please tell.
We had a guy at our club that was as cheep as they came, he would never contribute to the pre dinner snacks or the group bottle of wine, but would always help himself to it. So we got some epoxy and glued quarters and dimes around the cabin to the floor,table, end tables and even under a few bunks. It was great watching him over a two day time bending over and trying to pick up the change. His frustration was worth a million bucks.
My bro made an elk hoof stamp on a pc of firewood, and put tracks all over camp while everybody was out.
We had a guy spend the first 5 days of an elk hunt staying in camp. We finally shamed him into hunting and the day he hunted my buddy and I found out where he was going. He parked at a forest service road closed gate and I wrote a note and placed it on his windshield. It basicly said he was parked in violation of a code #1156 that specically prohibited parked within X amount of feet of a forest road service gate and if it was found there again it would be dozed out of the way as all forest roads had to be open for emergency vehicle access.Then I signed it with a fictious name and badge #. He got so mad that was the only day he hunted and every night that was all we heard from him.
Years ago on a bear hunt we had a kid along just for the fishing, it was his graduation present from his parents. About the 4th-5th day he came down with a terrible cold. He took a bunch of over the counter meds that we had in camp and fell into a VERY DEEP SLEEP. One of the other guys in camp had a plastic "turd" in his gear. He slipped it into the poor sick kids shorts while he slept. When he awoke the next morning he had a strange look on his face. We asked him what was wrong, if he felt ok? He tried to stay in his sleeping bag until we all went outside, but we made sure that he was never alone. He finally had to get up and was relieved to find out that he had not actually soiled himself.
Thats fuuny
We have a guy in deercamp that can't find his way anywhere and gets boogered up in the dark. He had about 40 glow tacks to mark his way in less than 80 yds. we slipped in one afternoon and moved his tacks into a big circle. The next morning he circled back to the truck three times before he realized we had got him. Good times
Beer spewed on monitor! :biglaugh:
I'm taking notes on who not to hunt with!
True story...........
Bowhunting in big woods, I had a buddy that was afraid of getting lost so myself and the others gave him a compass and showed him how to set it to get back to the road where we parked. WE went in well before first light, down beside a giant cutover and planned to meet back at 11:00 and go to camp for lunch. You guessed it he didn't show, so we blew the horn, still nothing. Returning about 2 ish we again blew the horn and heard him hollering. He was in the middle of the cutover with a bow and climbing stand on his back, took him another hour or so on his hands and knees to get out to the truck. He was wringing wet and buggered up pretty bad. We tried to figure out how he could get off in the cutover he said the compass was messed up. He took it out and showed us all how it didn't work. He had it pointing north then turned it a half turn and said: now it is pointing south.
In a muzzle loader deer camp, when a new guy came into the fold, we would stay up late and play cards. When the new guy went to bed we'ed set all the clocks, watches, alarm clocks ahead. We'd let him sleep for a hour and them wake him up at say 1:00am. We'd tell him he over slept get him to grab his clothes and head him out. We'd him in to the woods and head him to his spot for the day. He'd be sitting on post at 2:00am. He would think it was 5:30am. He would sit there for hours on post in the dark thinking it would never get light! We 'd all go back to camp a snooze before we went out at correct hour.
Not really a practical joke but this thread made me think of it once again ...
One time on an Ontario bear hunt, we arrived a day early and some of the guys from the previous week were still in camp and just finishing up. One guy had taken a bear and was in the process of having it skinned and we were all standing around watching. The successful hunter happened to mention that another guy standing there with us had also taken a bear. All of us half expected the other hunter to invite us to take a look but the conversation went kind of quiet. Finally one of the guys in our group asked, "Where's your bear?" The guy didn't say anything, he just motioned off to the side, pointing to a Bronco parked nearby. The conversation again went kind of quiet until again, one of the guys in our group finally said, "Well, let's see it - we'd love to have a look at your bear." The guy just sheepishly walked over to his bronco and lowered the tailgate. There in the back of that Bronco was a bear that couldn't possibly be much bigger than a beagle.
We all kind of stood there for a minute not knowing what to say. Knowing the guys I bear hunt with are a bunch of clowns, from the looks on their faces, I knew SOMETHING was coming, but, LOL, I had no idea what. Finally to break the deafening and terribly awkward silence, one of the guys says, "Well, looks like you made a nice shot." At that point I almost walked away because I could just hear these guys doing everything they could to keep from busting out laughing after the "nice shot" comment.
Again, after a few more seconds of terribly awkward silence, one of my buddies finally says, "Well, it'll make a really nice toilet doily." There was no longer any awkward silence ... there was about a 1/2 dozen guys rolling on the ground laughing their heads off.
I did feel kind of sorry for the guy. He knew he had shot what was essentially a cub and he felt bad but I gave him credit for claiming it and doing the right thing.
Several years ago, somebody gave my buddy one of those Billy Bass things with a motion sensitive switch. He snuck it into my ground blind where I wouldn't see it entering in the dark. Yeah, he got me. Started my morning to "take me to the river".
Tears... Too good picturing some of these.
Great stories. I will add a few later.
When breaking deer camp one year, I took the camp style portapot with the bag liner and put it in a friends boot. When he got home he put his boots in the closet and forgot about them. Maybe a month later he had a terrible smell in his foyer. He could not find where it was coming from and thought it was a dead mouse. The next fall when he started to get ready for the new season he found his boots with a bag of dried up poo in it. When he told us I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.
One year in elk camp I made it a point to bring along a box of Milk Duds. The evening before we started hunting, I told my hunting partners I was going to go scout things out a bit. About 200 yards from camp I emptied my box of Milk Duds along side of the trail in the snow. The next morning as we all walked past them I was going to say; "Look at that. It looks like elk sign." Then I'd stop and pick one or two of them up and pop them in my mouth declaring; "Yep, elk sign." It would have been a great joke if I hadn't stared laughing so hard. I gave mysel away.
I had some buddies at camp play a dirty trick on me so the following week at deer camp,everyone was responsible for bringing a different covered dish for the evening meals. I was in charge of the deserts. So I made a yellow cake with chocolate frosting...oh yeah, I forgot to tell the pranksters that the "chocolate frosting" was mixed with 2 boxes of EX-LAX ! Needless to say, the next morning , while I was in the woods huntin, my buddies were a little "busy" ! I got to hunt my favorite stand site without an argument that morning ! I don't get mad...just even !
I have fart machine that fits in your back pocket and works off a small remote. While at a campground a man and his very very large wife with a mouth to match her hind end would come over to our camp with her husband and drink wine. The more wine the louder she got sooo I got the fart machine out and taped it under the seat of the pic nic table and made sure that everyone else took up the rest of the available seats.
Over they come and they both sat on the same side of the table where the fart machine was and as luck would have she sat right over my little farter. I waited about 5 minutes and hit the button and a small fart came out. It was all everyone that was in on it could do to contain themselves. My machine was set off four or five times letting out a differant fart each time with the last one being a loud loose sounding fart. After I hit the button for the last time she jumped up and in a very loud voice pointed her finger at her husband and proclaimed, "its him, he does it all the time" and walked away.
I have more fun with that little machine. My wife tells me to grow up when I play with it but I just tell if I grow up I will just grow old.
Lol........you guys are nuts! John I can picture the lady and how she must have looked when you set it off each time.
A remote control fart machine.
Beats the old whoopie cushion by a long shot.
A bunch of guys in a camp - basically not a grown up in sight!
The first use of survey tape, ribbons, flagging, etc., I saw was a group of new members in the one hunting club I ever joined. It was the early 70's and a bunch of us took vacation the first wk or two of bow season and camped up at the land.
The day before the season my friend and I were scouting and saw all this ribbon hanging everywhere. We knew the new guys were going to hunt this area and figured out what the ribbons were for, so we decided to pull a joke on them and re-route the ribbon into a big circle.
We also pulled the old alarm clock trick on them. They figured it out after an hr or so in the woods.
Don't think I would pull those kinda tricks today..people take things more serious.
Oh, "Elk turd" milk dud trail snacks. . . very funny. Too bad you couldn't keep it together, adding, "Hey, they're feeding on service berry!" :)
Opening weekend of squirel season in our parish is a big deal school closes the friday.My son-in-laws invite guest every year.If it is a new guy always wanting to help I tell him to grab a can of orange paint nearby and come with me.I drive down the road a ways and make him paint a circle around the road kill.After a couple of paintings he asked why and I tell him dead serious that if we do not kill enough for dinner tomorrow we come back down the road and pick up all the road kill with no orange circle b/c it is fresh enough.Their look is priceless and also makes them hunt harder.Kip
Lol great stories guys!
I have a couple hopefully it doesn't offend anyone... I suppose we all have a different sense of humor. Having said that here we go...
We have a group 5 cabins off the hard road and off the grid all up in the woods nicely. One year I was bow hunting the last evening of archery, the next morning was the gun opener. I came back to camp very late after dark to my two brothers andfather eagerly awaiting a successful story. I walked through the door with a smile and no one could speak a full sentence before they started the "o my!!!" "What in the hell..." "is that skunk?" I bust out laughing and said "well well there is always a story!" Returning to camp I crossed paths with a trophy skunk and decided he would.look great in Conne
Look great in Connecticut Waynes treestand as dawn found the timber. It took some time but i rigged the smelly guy using the pull up rope so the skunk was well over head a standing hunter. At the base of his treestand I took some trophy photos of me with my bow and skunk making sure his treestand was in the photo. Not till Christmas time we sent the photos to him or admit a thing. Opening day we could hardly wait but no one said a word. After dark a different neighbor Joe came over and retold the story we knew only to well... he could hardly get it out he was laughing so hard... old Wayne grumpily climbed into his treestand in the dark unable to find damn pullup rope. It smelled terrible cuz a skunk must have been through there. He sat there in horrible stench most the morning till he noticed dry blood on his seat after standing up. He then looked up to see the business end of peppe le pew above his head... Christmas time he learned who but not till then... the following year was even better... to be cont...
Tape plastic wrap across the outhouse seat below the flip lid. Leave camp.
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I'm on the other side of the world competeing the final stages of our third adoption and came across this thread and totally :laughing: this just makes my day really...I can't wait to get back from sight seeing and getting needed supplys so I can complete reading these jokes....
I was on a Deer lease on the Mexican border in southern Texas a few years with a great bunch of guys. You all know Texas has it's share of Rattle snakes. Well, remember the old alarm clocks with the two bells and clapper on top? I remaved the bells,wired a small Rattle snake rattle on the clapper and set it to go off a we bit after we normally got out of the sack. The sound those guys made in that tin shack sounded like marbles in a Fruit cake tin!!
Me and 3 buddies were mule deer hunting in NM one year. We were not having much luck and on about the 4th day one guy split off from the group trying to look over some new ground. Well, my other buddy killed a rattlesnake that afternoon. He first tried to scare me with it by putting it right at the back of the truck where I had to climb in. It was kind of getting dark and I was very tired. I stepped right over the thing and never noticed it. He was agrowl that his ruse did not work and threw the snake in the back of the truck.
Back at camp, the three of us who had rode together , got cleaned up in our cusrtom camp shower and then ate dinner. The shower was a neat custom built set up with a 12V bilge pump in a 5 gallon bucket. You heated the water on the fire or stove, put it in the bucket. We had a car battery to power the bilge pump and it was a sweet set up. This was all constructed in a small 3'x3'x6'tall tent called a privacy shelter. The shelter had a zipper in the middle of one of the sides from top to bottom.
Anyway, we get done eating dinner and it is getting pretty late. Just as we start to wonder if wwe are going to have to look for David, he comes straggling into camp. He had got somewhat lost and was totally tuckered out.
My buddy Joe tells David " Hey, we already took our showers and there is hot water waiting for you!"
David says "thanks" and immediately goes over, strips down and gets in the shower.
Now Joe was thinking the whole time about his little joke and not really trying to be nice to David. Joe slipped over to the shower and slid the snake under the bottom while David was washing his hair. We all sat back for a few seconds and then there was a blood curdling scream and the whole shower tent exploded as David went running off in his birthday suit.
Now I don't think I could have been so gracious, but after his heart rate fell back down to twice its normal rate and David figured out he had been played, he took it all very well and did not stay mad at us for too long.
To this day I still laugh my butt off evry time I remember this story. If I would have had it on video I'm pretty sure I could have won $100,000 on America's Funniest Home Videos!
Bisch
QuoteOriginally posted by Bisch:
Me and 3 buddies were mule deer hunting in NM one year. We were not having much luck and on about the 4th day one guy split off from the group trying to look over some new ground. Well, my other buddy killed a rattlesnake that afternoon. He first tried to scare me with it by putting it right at the back of the truck where I had to climb in. It was kind of getting dark and I was very tired. I stepped right over the thing and never noticed it. He was agrowl that his ruse did not work and threw the snake in the back of the truck.
Back at camp, the three of us who had rode together , got cleaned up in our cusrtom camp shower and then ate dinner. The shower was a neat custom built set up with a 12V bilge pump in a 5 gallon bucket. You heated the water on the fire or stove, put it in the bucket. We had a car battery to power the bilge pump and it was a sweet set up. This was all constructed in a small 3'x3'x6'tall tent called a privacy shelter. The shelter had a zipper in the middle of one of the sides from top to bottom.
Anyway, we get done eating dinner and it is getting pretty late. Just as we start to wonder if wwe are going to have to look for David, he comes straggling into camp. He had got somewhat lost and was totally tuckered out.
My buddy Joe tells David " Hey, we already took our showers and there is hot water waiting for you!"
David says "thanks" and immediately goes over, strips down and gets in the shower.
Now Joe was thinking the whole time about his little joke and not really trying to be nice to David. Joe slipped over to the shower and slid the snake under the bottom while David was washing his hair. We all sat back for a few seconds and then there was a blood curdling scream and the whole shower tent exploded as David went running off in his birthday suit.
Now I don't think I could have been so gracious, but after his heart rate fell back down to twice its normal rate and David figured out he had been played, he took it all very well and did not stay mad at us for too long.
To this day I still laugh my butt off evry time I remember this story. If I would have had it on video I'm pretty sure I could have won $100,000 on America's Funniest Home Videos!
Bisch
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I didn't pull this one off but would have if I found the deer. Last fall I was hunting with Whip at his place and he shot a nice buck in the evening. He was unsure of the hit and decided to wait till daylight to look for it. Although it was a questionable hit everything else sounded like the deer was down. He told me to hunt the stand up the hill from his cabin in the morning. I had never been there before but from all the desriptions it was in the direction that the buck had went. I didn't want to go stomping around looking for the deer incase it was not dead but I seached everything with my binos. If I had found the deer I was going to put my tag on it and try to get a pic of the look on his face when he found the tagged deer. I later told him of my dastardly plan and he aksed if I would have actually put him through all the agony of not knowing his deer was going to be recovered. I told him yes and besides his new tracking dog needed the learning experience.
It turned out the curveture of the hill blocked my veiw of the deer. I still would like to pull this one off. :bigsmyl:
Got a few good ones, but here is one that is still a work in progress....
There is a younger feller that is always begging me to take him along to Quebec on a spring bear hunt. He is alright for a youngster, but he can get on your nerves due to talking too much occasionally. Anyway, about month ago he ramps up the pressure to tag along for the spring 2013 hunt, and offers to take his Kawasaki side x side to help haul hunters from camp to stands and back. With a straight face I tell him that the machine will get destroyed up there because for some crazy reason the bear in Quebec eat anything that is painted lime green like his machine. Yesterday he announces that he has bought and installed all new body parts in camo. Bet that cost a pretty penny. :)
I proceeded to tell him that I got a call from the outfitter we hunt with, and the outfitter is requiring steel toe`d boots for all hunters now because the bear are climbing up the tree and you need steel toes for kicking at the bear.
He is buying a pair on monday. LOL
Guess I am going to have to take him along this year......it will be a hunt he will never forget.
So the fall after the year of the skunk with our neighbors at Toms cabin I wanted to have a good follow up... bow season passed without an opportunity presenting itself ... gun season was underway and camps were full. I returned from a morning hunt early and was doing a few chores around the cabin. I kept hearing a scratching noise on our front porch from inside the cabin. Looking out the windows repeatedly I saw noting. Finally curiousity got the better of me and I opened the door to get a better look. Yikes! I was greeted point blank by a huge porcupine! Ha ha... opportunity had finally knocked... or maybe scratched in the leaves :) I found a big cardboard box and used a stick to "encourage " him into his temporary residence. With my porcupine in a box I drove as quick as I could to our neighbors hunting cabin. I pulled into the clearing and as luck would have it no one had returned from their morning hunt yet. Rushing I grabbed my porcupine in a box and opened their cabin door went in and spilled him out onto the floor! He hit the carpeting rather unhappy and irritated! I can't really describe the noises he was making and I can't speak porcupine but it no fourth all for the better... I pulled out my camera and as I snapped photos of my angry friend in Toms cabin I heard another strange but familiar noise... OMG!!! Drunk Donnie was passed out in his bunk out of sight... he made another moan and I scurried for the door. As I made the porch and the door closed behind I noticed the hook latch on the outside of the door that Tom used to keep his door closed while not at hunting camp. Perfect! Click! Donnie and the angry porcupine were now securely locked inside the cabin together until someone undid the latch from the outside! Lol I slid back into my truck and traveled the short distance to our hunting camp and waited for the fall out from this one... soon enough my brothers and father made it back from their hunts and I was all smiles. In sharing my happy little story Dad pointed out the probable worse part I had overlooked. Donnie didn't really eat a lot but more drank and made frequent trips to the outhouse... a latched cabin door ment no outhouse and that posed a real problem in his regular schedule! So we waited...
Another fart joke:
My cousin is a flat out pig when it comes to letting them loose and doesn't care where or when. My cousin, his wife and I were in a store buying groceries on the way to hunting camp. A young girl was checking us out and my cousin dumbs one and then slides out of the check out line. Just as the checkout girl was scanning a jar of pickles the smell got to her. She put the jar of pickles to her nose, smelled them and told me to get another jar because that one smelled spoiled.
My cousins wife, Debbie and I were dying with laughter and as luck would have it the check out girl laughed also when I told her what my cousin did.
My buddy and I were up on Lake of the Woods one of the last years that Ontario had a spring bear season. When we arrived at camp we noticed that the camp dogs were covered in ticks including one that had swelled up to the size of a dime - the proverbial "Dime Tick". Mid week we were in camp mid-morning doing chores. I went outside and found the dog with the Dime Tick and very carefully pulled that tick off so it wasn't squished and the legs were still wiggling. Went back in the cabin and saw that my buddy was preoccupied doing dishes, snuck up behind him and pinched him in the neck with my finger nails. He yelped of course and spun around where I showed him the still very alive "Dime Tick" I had just "removed" from his neck. The look of horror on his face was priceless.
Man we've done some classics. My favorite by far out here in the west is a rubber snake tied to a shed horn. They pic up the shed all happy and all of a sudden a snake is after them in a hurry lol
Some funny stuff here. Jon, that fart machine story cracked me up!
While elk hunting a couple of the guys found some discarded elk legs and made tracks around my brother in laws and my trailer. Then for added freshness and realism they rehydrated some elk droppings in cooking oil and made a couple small piles.
After seeing nothing in two days my brother in law had a fit thinking the elk went right thru camp. He swore he was going to sit in his chair the next day and wait for them to come back.
:campfire: Gotta be more great ones!
Found a road killed diamondback about 4 feet long. Brought it back and coiled outside the cook shack where everyone had to walk to dispose of their trash. I tied a piece of monofilament around the snakes neck and tied the other end to a propane tank across the path. One of the guests walked down the path, caught the mono with his leg thus pulling the rattler right at his calf. The more he jerked the more it struck him. The screaming was priceless. He knew he was a goner. He complained of chest pains later but he's ok.
Every year I bring this 6 foot cardboard cut-out of Freddy Kruger to the deer cabin. It gets hidden in various spots throughout the season. The reactions are wonderful!
After high school I married and went to Purdue I was working at fairfield gear and going to school I missed 3 hunting seasons and my hunting buddies (family) kept bugging me about coming home and hunting. I gave in and came home they told me they had a great stand for me to stand in. They put me in the stand before daylight the wind was blowing so bad I had to hang on with one hand I couldn't shoot my if I had a shoot. We will come back and get you 11:00 am rolls around here they come I ask did you see anything they say the wind was blowing so bad they just went to breakfast and a nap in the truck. They said a big collage boy could figure it out they where wrong was going to be and engineer? How for the rest of the story that night I did get my buck with my Ben Pearson recurve.
For several years in a row, a buddy at my camp sat at the same spot along a field edge on the opening day of the Pennsylvania spring gobbler season. Last year, another guy at camp found two pink flamingo lawn ornaments at a yard sale. He bought them and strategically placed them near my buddy's turkey setup. When daylight arrived on opening morning, there were two pink flamingos instead of a gobbler in front of him.
Not my story but my old boss was at his deer camp a few years back, and one morning was really windy and just crummy weather, so a couple of the guys decided to go looking for grouse instead. Well he heads out and on the way to his stand he sees a grouse drumming on a log, facing the other way. He figures to see how close he can get with the wind howling and all, and he gets closer and closer and it never detects him, so he figures maybe he can catch it. Sure enough, he dives at it and actually catches it. He put it in his backpack and goes deer hunting. Back at camp he asks the others if they saw any grouse. They grumpily tell him "nothing moving out there." He calmy unzips his pack and lets the grouse out of the bag. It runs all over the cabin for a few minutes... nobody had the heart to kill it after that so they opened the door and let it out. He said it was definitely worth ruining that pack!
My uncle was a joker. He would nail things Down. Glue things together. Hide stuff. One year at deer camp, everyone decided it was his turn on the receiving end. My brother had gone squirrel hunting and had a few tails. One night before turn in time, I retired early. I place the tail deep inside his sleeping bag with a long piece of fishing line tied to it. Later when my uncle went to bed, he was almost asleep when my brother slowly started pulling on the tail. Then just started ripping up the sleeping bag. My uncle busted the zipper, just about tore the camp apart getting outta there. Due to the laughter that ensued shortly there after. There were a lotta threats of a butt whoopin. But it would have been worth it.
Great stories Guy's! :)
My buddy's day has a wooden leg just below the knee, but he gets around so well you can't tell. Around the fire at night he used to casually bring the axe down on his wooden foot while chopping wood. He'd mutter a bit and then act like nothing happened. The new guy in camp always thought he was the toughest SOB in the mountains.
Great stories. Can't wait to hear more.
When you have people fall asleep on the way to or from hunting, the rest area trick is always funny. Just pull up to the front of a semi and blow the horn and start screaming. When they wake up the reactions are worth it even if they beat the tar out of you.
I don't know if the sound in the wall at Ray Hammonds' is a joke or not.......but it got me. Sounds like a bobcat in there....tough time sleeping that night.
This thread rocks!
There was 5 of us standing around a campfire, and my cousin was twirling a live 243 round in his fingers. When no one was looking he swithched it out to a spent casing then proceeded to drop it in the fire. Everyone went diving for cover and he stood there laughing his rear off.
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Every year I bring this 6 foot cardboard cut-out of Freddy Kruger to the deer cabin...
That's as far as I had to get with this statement. Thought I was gonna bust a gut!
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These stories are priceless! Thanks for sharing guys :biglaugh:
Remember the one from Bows on the little delta where I think it was Glen who coming back to camp one evening on the trail they were all using found a huge pile of bear crap...he took out a piece of toilet paper smeared a little on it left it right beside the pile of rank sh#$. Said the reaction from the other guys coming in later on was priceless! :laughing:
When I was younger I went up north to hunt with my friend that I grew up with. We were hunting in the Adirondack Mnts. were you could literally walk all day and never see another person. On Friday night I took the liner out of his boot and put a beer cap sharp side up between the boot and liner. The next day I see him limping along some power lines at sundown, he walked sunup to sundown with that beer cap in his boot. Anyway he limps on over to me and I ask him what's wrong he says his foots killing him so I ask is there anything in your boot to which he replies he feels something in there but it wont come out. I ask him if he took the liner out and he tells me they don't come out, I say sure they do that's how
I put the beer cap in there , 30 years later we still laugh about it.
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This thread read if you haven't seen it and it gives me a reason to harasses Knawbone.
I've been staying at Davids hunting camp for a few days hunting the 3,000 acres of state land bordering his property. Well after oatmeal and coffee we all know what's next for most old hunters?!?
So after 4 days of sneaking around digging cat holes I went to the super Walmart and fixed the situation! I didn't ask or tell David I just thought I would let him find out on his own. He has a rather good sence of humor :)
Coffee...
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Hollow stump from logging last year...
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Traditional stone arrowhead shaped floor...
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And... The test! Lol sorry guys... Ugh shield your eyes!!!
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I love saran wrap on the toilet. put a sheet between the toilet and the seat. hopefully they try to pee not do number 2, other wise it is quite a mess.
I have 2 that worked like a charm.
1: While camping on a hunt out of my buddies pop up camper I removed the jack stands on his side and made sure he was first to go lay down. Well he was and the camper worked just like a school yard teeter totter. His end slammed into the ground throwing my empty end skyward and he just about rolled out of the canvas. Still makes me laugh to this day as I type this.
2: No one in camp knew I had a deer decoy with me. I put some toliet paper on its tail and ears to make it more lifelike in a gentle wind and put it out in the woods about 40 yards from our camp. With bright eyes thumb tacks it really did look alive in an early morning light.I hit it with the flashlight to show the guys there really was a deer out there. They snuck out, grabbed their bows and as the sun rose the stalk was on.
3 Arrows later the 1 hole in my decoy was worth the laugh and the chuckleheads couldnt figure out why she wasnt running away after 2 misses and a hit..
I don't have time to read thru all of these but long ago a guy on one of these forums told us about joke where at hunting camp and before cell phones everyone turned all the clocks ahead like 3hrs to play a joke on one guy,,,, well the alarm goes off they all get up and get ready and walk out the door to hunt. right after the guy that's getting joked on heads into the dark woods thinking is 4:30 when its really 2:30am everyone else went back to bed.
I guess the guy came back and lit cherry bombs outside the cabin when he realized after two hours the sun still wasn't coming up!
I still think and laugh about this story, with phones we can't do this now but its a funny joke.
hope the person who told this years ago tells it again I'm sure I missed something