I will start of with this one. my cousin was in her deer stand early one fall morning, as it became daylight she noticed a raccon hauling A in the woods. this is of course a common occurence in the woods so she thought nothing of it, when the racoon got about 100 yds from her stand she noticed it was heading for her! when it was almost there she pitched her rifle and jumped from the deer stand! she was not hurt, but I would of stood my ground. the raccon crawled up onto the deer stand and ran back off again....
HUNTING stories, funny or sad, LOL
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NorCalMikie
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One of the "Old Timers", good story teller (
) mentioned being out hunting (no license) when a Game Warden showed up. The hunter was coming up the bank with a dead doe in one hand and an old lever action in the other.
Saw the Warden and mentioned having "another" doe down the bank.
Left the doe and the old lever rifle and SPLIT!! This was back in the Good Old Days.
) mentioned being out hunting (no license) when a Game Warden showed up. The hunter was coming up the bank with a dead doe in one hand and an old lever action in the other. Saw the Warden and mentioned having "another" doe down the bank.
Left the doe and the old lever rifle and SPLIT!! This was back in the Good Old Days.
hogpatrol
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Out squirrel hunting with a shotgun, I got a couple laying and decide to go over and get them. Put them in my game vest and sit back down at the base of a big oak tree. After a couple minutes I feel something moving on my back. Next thing I know one of the squirrels wiggles out and makes a run to the closest tree. Two shots, both missed. Tally for the day was four shots and one squirrel.
A friend from Iowa mistook an elk for a turkey (it was behind some brush not very visible) when the elk came out I said if that's what you Iowans call a turkey I want to go elk hunting up there!
Coyotefurharvester
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A buddy is paraplegic, he spotted a coyote sleeping out in the snow. Decided the sled I kept at his place would allow him to "push" his way within range. He crawled out of the pickup got himself and rifle into the snow sled and gorilla pushed toward the coyote. Several hundred yards away from the truck he realized the coyote had got up and started moving his way. There was a snowdrift so he crawled up with his rifle(cased), and loaded up and found the coyote still heading his way. Took the first shot, missed, coyote still coming, 2nd 3rd shot coyote still coming, 4th shot missed. He is now out of shells, gets some out of parka pocket. Loads up the coyote after the 4th shot had went back near where he spotted sleeping, stood there and he dropped it at about 400 yards. Told me the story that night when he called to see if I would snowshoe out and get his coyote. I told him the coyote must have thought he was an easy meal, he laughed then he got real quiet.
Another one, my late uncle was a diehard hunter, strict rules that he imposed on himself. One morning after he had been on the stand for a couple of hours, nature began calling so he walked 2 miles in the woods to do his business far away from his stand and walked back, got back up in his stand then he smelled something on the back of his coveralls. LOL
NorCalMikie
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Step Father out hunting, had to take a dump, went behind a log, put his rifle down, dropped his drawers just a buck cleared the log maybe 10 feet away.
My grandfather told me a story once he was squirrel hunting sitting on a log. He had the butt of his old exposed hammer double barrel on the log. It slipped off, the hammers struck the log and he blew the bill off of his hat - and his hearing.
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I was bow hunting on my late brother’s 40 acres that had a lot of deer transiting across his land because of all the apple and pear trees he had, and the two 20 acre plots of feed corn down the road. I would see this young spike buck and was leaving it alone until one day as I was walking out to my ground blind, this stupid young buck charged me. I used my compound bow to deflect its charge which bent two arrows in the quiver and two sight pins. It was war after that. Three days latter, I shot an arrow through that stupid deer. His back straps where on the barbecue the next day. Really tasty deer them young ones are.
An old friend was out bow hunting waring camo sitting on the ground when a fox being chased by a coyote where both ran across his lap. No he didn’t get a shot at either.
An old friend was out bow hunting waring camo sitting on the ground when a fox being chased by a coyote where both ran across his lap. No he didn’t get a shot at either.
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When I was a teenager a friend and I were walking down a canal levee on a bright sunny day scoping out potential duck hunting spots. We came upon what appeared to be a big cow pie with fuzz all over it. We were amused because we had never seen that large of a cow pie with fungus on it. Not really knowing what it was, I reached out and gave it a nudge with the toe of my boot. Holy crap! It was a bobcat and we all three went what seemed to be 10' in the air. Fortunately when we all landed we went in opposite directions and no one suffered any injuries. 50 years later, I still am amazed that it was curled up that tight and didn't budge until I gave it a nudge. Our excuse was that we had consumed more than our share of beer the night before, I can't imagine the bobcat's excuse was.
Another one. I was goose hunting a spot of rye grass in my dad's cow pasture. I had set out a few of those cheap goose decoys that worked pretty good with Specs. I took a position where I camouflaged myself beside a fence post. After sitting about 30 minutes I spotted a coyote about a 100 yards away. I was amused when he started our direction and then watch with disbelief when he spotted the decoys and the stalk was on. When he finally crawled up to about 20 yards and scooped up one of the decoys. He shook it pretty good, then dropped it and for a while seemed like he was going to try his luck with another decoy. Not wanting him to mess up my decoys I peppered his ass with #2 shot and he was yelping as he ran off. Didn't have cell phones in the 80s so you will have to take my word for it.
Was out groundhog hunting Saturday. We saw the Game Warden drive by, then came back to check us out. Gave me a earful for not having my Orange hat . He told me to go to the local hardware store and get Orange if I wished to proceed for the day. We're out far in the sticks, only a hardware store & a Dollar General store in the vicinity. Neither had a damn hat!! Fortunately, I found "something" Orange. Headed back to the farm, f@#%!$ came back to see if I had Orange about an hour later. I did........he laughed & left 
outasite`08
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Hey HP, I was hunting coyotes in PA during one of the annual money hunts. Guy shows up at the club to have a `yote weighed. He was bloody and looked kinda spooked. Turns out he shot the `yote and threw it in the back of his Yukon.Heads down the road,hears a noise,looks in the rear view mirror and the damn thing is standing up and growling.He said he slammed on the brakes,the `yote fell over. He bailed out the `yote gets back up and he shoots thru the side window with a pistol and killed it. For the second time.Last time I saw him,he was attached to a bottle of Crown Royal.That is a cure used in North Central PA for nervousness. Jeff
My town supervisor is part of our hunting club. He is the type of guy that looks at his feet when he walks, sights his rifle in once every 5 years (which is partly held together with electrical tape) and is full of stories(mostly fabricated but funny). It’s like a comedy tour when he’s around, he’s not really there for his hunting skill. For reference there’s a full body bear mount when you walk into my house it’s the first thing you see, he came over to help me do some wiring. when we were done I asked how he liked the bear mount. His response “what mount?”
The story: About 5 years ago a different member of our crew shot a deer so the tracking began. It led us across a icy Brooke which the supervisor fell in and busted his Cheap scope (worse than it already was). He was fine so we continued on. We lost blood so we split the crew and went in opposite directions. I was with the supervisor and we were cresting over a hill Following the Brooke (he was in the lead). He pulled up and shot. The buck took one bound after the shot and dropped in the Brooke. I looked at him and said you drowned him. We pulled the buck out and only found one bullet hole. The only thing I could Think was the fall knocked his scope on, or he frightened it to death and it was the other hunters buck. That was his first buck in the last ten years.
The story: About 5 years ago a different member of our crew shot a deer so the tracking began. It led us across a icy Brooke which the supervisor fell in and busted his Cheap scope (worse than it already was). He was fine so we continued on. We lost blood so we split the crew and went in opposite directions. I was with the supervisor and we were cresting over a hill Following the Brooke (he was in the lead). He pulled up and shot. The buck took one bound after the shot and dropped in the Brooke. I looked at him and said you drowned him. We pulled the buck out and only found one bullet hole. The only thing I could Think was the fall knocked his scope on, or he frightened it to death and it was the other hunters buck. That was his first buck in the last ten years.
hogpatrol
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Got permission to hunt deer on a horse farm. After checking out a few areas, put up a ladder stand, a camera and dug a hole for a salt lick. First day of the season comes, I climb the ladder and there is a massive pile of hardened poop on the seat, the wraps on the armrests and shooting rail are shredded and the rope to pull up my gear is chewed through. I'm assuming the raccoons weren't too pleased with my setup.
My brother in law just got into hunting last year, started with squirrels so I took him out and we did some lazy stalking around on the farm. More of a relaxing hunt than a serious one but we ended up sitting in a deer stand for about 30 min or so since that area has good squirrels usually. After about 30 min of hearing some stuff but never locating we found a little trail that looked to be often frequented, nice, we follow it with our eyes to our tree we both look at each other then slowly look up to see the nest 10 ft above our heads.
One of my favorite hunting memories of all time.
One of my favorite hunting memories of all time.
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