Hunting disasters story's!

[lpcjon2]

We read a lot about great hunts and I would like to read about some hunting disasters that you guys have encountered and how you dealt with them.And what have you changed to eliminate it from happening again.I know this is a little of the edge,but it can be a learning tool to someone else.  
  My last one was a smack in the face.I set up a stand over a nice rub line and was in before dark. And some other hunters decided to drive my piece and a guy walked in and stood 20yrds in front of me.He had no Idea that I was there and after watching him for about 10 min.I realized this could be dangerous for me     .I hollered at him that I'm getting down not to shoot my way.When I walked past him he looked very confused as to why I was using a longbow and not a smoke pole.After I walked out and was putting my gear away in the truck and I heard him fire    :eek:   and low and behold he dropped the six that was making it's way out via the rub line   :(   .
  Well now I hunt in the swamps and and pick and choose the times I go and I have patterned the pole smokers and when and where they drive during the season.

[No-sage]

Unless there was a personal injury involved, I don't see how a day hunting could in any way be called a disaster.

[Terry Green]

Ask Charlie Lamb and the Bread Bag Hunt                          

[wapiti792]

OK here's one: shooting a recurve for the first time hunting and a little worried about how high the stand was in regards to angle, distance, etc. Using one of those awesome bino-harness thingies, and although I shot on flat ground with it on, I had never shot out of a treestand with the on. I decided to shoot a blunt arrow into a nearby stump from the tree.

When I let go of the bowstring it caught the harness and optics, slammed the carbon arrow into the risor, and left a 4 inch piece of carbon stuck in my left wrist just dorsal to my radial artery. It hurt, I passed out and came to hanging upside down in my saftey harness. When I finally climbed down from the tree it looked like a had a nice blood trail at the base of the tree except it was mine. I was hunting with my ER doc friend. We did a little surgery at home with the help of lidocaine for the wound and gin for my nerves. Pulled out the carbon, did a little neurovascular sit/rep, and sutured the wound. Good news was I could still grip a bow, the shelf/risor was ok, and I could shoot. I killed a doe out of that tree 3 days later for my first trad deer. Alls well that ends well...except I don't own a bino harness  

[Biggie Hoffman]

I can't come close to Mike's near disaster but I dropped a whole jar of mayonaise once the 1st day in camp and it broke into a hundred pieces!!!

It was the only jar we had!!!!!!!!!!

[SlowBowinMO]

Originally posted by Terry Green:
Ask Charlie Lamb and the Bread Bag Hunt                                  

I don't think any of us are young enough to get through Charlie Lamb telling a disaster hunt story!  

[wapiti792]

[lpcjon2]

Biggie was that at camp cholesterol?  
Thats my favorite condement

[BobCo 1965]

My son and I were on his first Turkey Hunt. He was very young and was using an old Bear Recurve. Around 11 I got a Tom going (we can only hunt till 12 in our State). We set up pop up blind and he got in. I sat back about 15 yards and had the Tom coming in. We couldn't see him yet, but he was real close and coming fast. All of a sudden I heard the Blind zipper open. Out comes Josh, he stands about three feet from the blind and starts relieving himself!   :mad:  

Of course no more Tom. I'm sure we'll be talking about this hunt for a very very long time.      :(

[Mike Gerardi]

Originally posted by Biggie Hoffman:
I can't come close to Mike's near disaster but I dropped a whole jar of mayonaise once the 1st day in camp and it broke into a hundred pieces!!!

It was the only jar we had!!!!!!!!!!

Was it real mayo or salad dressing. That would make the difference right there.

[Jacko]

Forgive the length of this answer folks but this hunt was one disaster after another

Last November on a hunt 800km west of Brisbane, bloody hell it was hot ,  forecast was for thunder , showers and 45 Celsius / 113 Fahrenheit. When a property owner reckons it's hot out their way - be fair warned ! We simply could not keep the water up , we where drinking 12 to 15 litres of water a day and where still dehydrated

I stuffed up a number of easy shots and the odd stalk on game and kept my hunting mate Dave highly amused throughout the weekend with some pretty inept displays. But there another story

We where blessed enough to stake a Tyre while trying to find an overgrown track across to the swamp . 45 Celsius is not Tyre changing weather and a ruined Tyre is just as hot for the wallet as well . A few minutes later at the next gate along I noticed a slight hissing sound coming from the front of the  Hilux 4 x 4 - we bolted back to camp urgently hoping to get back before another Tyre went flat as we only had one spare as on previous hunts we had left several spares in the stations shed

After inspecting the second flat we found minor sidewall damage and we hoped a small hole in the tube , if we could break the bead of the Tyre . We scrounged through the tool shed. no spare wheels as the Cocky had used them and found just enough vulcanizing paste for one repair and a few patches . Have any of you folks tried to break the bead on a alloy 15" 4 x 4 rim rim - Tyre levers don't work , crow bars don't work , driving over it does not work etc etc , many unprintable words later we give it away for the day .

We decided it was no good sitting around camp come late afternoon so imagine a 6 foot 3" 120 kilo man steering and a 5 foot 11 too heavy to admit man on the back of a 200cc agriculture bike riding 5 kilometers over rough bush tracks to the nearest pig hot spot - uncomfortable not to mention foolhardy.

Next morning  while Dave scooted off on the Bike after phoning a neighbor 24 km away to ask if we could borrow a spare rim  I jacked the  Hilux up and placed it on blocks , little did we know how lucky I was to get it done . Imagine Dave's humor when he got back from picking the rim and Tyre up and struggling back with it on the back of the Ag bike to discover it was a 5 stud pattern and not a 6 stud pattern. I did not help , all I could do was laugh .

I came up with the idea of trying to break the bead buy sitting the wheel in the frame of an old 3 foot square tank stand and with judicious placement of timber and a jack attempt to break the bead  . It would have worked too ? but buy this stage the mercury had really climbed that fair dinkum the hydraulic oil in both jacks lost it's viscosity and leaked - no pressure for lift or push.

Dave then had a brilliant idea. Lets use the blade of the Grader to break the tyres bead on the alloy rim so we could patch it . After a few minutes getting the feel of the hydraulics , checking the huge blade was not too sharp to damage the Tyre and where exactly to position the wheel we got the bead broken real easy.

   

Can you picture how blue the air turned when Dave put the vulcanizing paste off centre of the hole. I sanded the old glue off - big contribution. We got the very last of the glue out of the tube and there was barely enough to cover the area of the patch . Thankfully the patch held and wide 4 x 4 tyres go on a lot easier than off . Used a rubber mallet as well - no Tyre levers anywhere near this we would have been right up the proverbial if we had pinched the tube !

How do you get a vehicle off blocks with no jacks - easy engage 4 wheel drive and drive it off . So no worries back on the road , we can get out hunting again - then a dust storm blows through that lasted for the rest of the hunt At least it cooled it down to under 45 Celsius.

regards Jacko

[centaur]

Got snowed in and ran out of beer!      

Another time, hunting deer in the Sweetwater rocks of Wyoming, I jumped off a boulder and sprained an ankle, and I was about 3 miles from camp. Used the bow as a crutch to get back, and when I went to the Doc, he cast my ankle for 6 weeks. It wasn't pretty.

[59Alaskan]

It was my second season of bow hunting.  I was on state land.  I had scouted out a place.  I got in there about 4AM and up a tree.

A nice 6 point came in within 15 yards right at legal shooting time.  I pulled back to realize I nocked my arrow wrong and my peep site was backwards.  Couldn't see the scope on the wheelie.

Well, it took me a while longer, but I have permanently eliminated that risk by going Trad.

[string bean]

Long story short: I got caught with my pants down.

[mj seratt]

Biggie's disaster reminded me of similar fiasco.  My wife and I were in South Texas on a javelina hunt.  We stopped to buy groceries at the last sizable store we found.  Just out of town, I remembered we needed ice, so we stopped again.  When I opened the back door of our suv, a jar of jalapeno stuffed olives shattered on the parking lot.  I hate to see a grown man cry!

[Earthdog]

A few weeks ago I was hunting Red Stags in very high,and even more steep country.
The day started with having two guys with rifles sneak into my roar.
They weren't suppoused to be in our valley,so it came as some supprise.
I was listening to an animal about 50 yards above me when I heard the snap of a twig behind me.
I turned just in time to see a rifle barrel come poking around a tree 25 or so yards down hill of me.
I made my presence known with out getting shot,and spent a couple of minites discussing directions before moving off to where I thought I'd heard the noise earlier,an managed to see the good stag watching me before it too failed to get it's self shot.
Not very happy,,,oh well.
Later that afternoon I got onto a good stag that was roaring loud an strong on the next ridge over.
About 1/2km in a straight line but about 4 kms on foot,,,so I went after him,,,,,an ran out of day light about 6kms from camp that evening,,,,oh well again.
I got a roaring fire going an watched it all night.
The next morning had a real good frost and I got to listen to about 8 different animals roaring on the ridges an spurs all around me as I bush crashed back down to the hut.
A disaster,,,more like a lot of fun.

[bofish-IL]

This story has to do with bow fishing. I was in my old 14 ft narrow Jon boat with a 10 horse Mercury outboard. Two of my friends were in a bigger boat ahead of me.

This was on the Mississippi river backwaters. My boat would run about 20 miles an hour if I was in it by myself.  I was running up river behind my friend’s boat, in the calm part of the water 30 yards directly behind my friend’s boat. My new camera vibrated off the seat beside me and fell on the floor behind my rear seat. I reached down to get it and the strap was snagged under the seat.

I had the lever that tightens the rotation of the outboard set tight enough that you could let go of the tiller handle and the boat would run in a straight line. So I let go of the handle to get the camera strap loose.

I turned back around just in time to see my friend had turned 90 degrees to the left and my boat hit the big wave from his wake at the same time. This made boat motor flip 90 degrees to the right just before my boat left the water completely. This in turn made my boat leave the water sideways at a 45 degree angle. Needless to say the boat was leaning at a 45 degree angle with the side I was sitting on hitting the water first. The back corner I was sitting on hit the water and dug in. Have you ever been hit in the chest with more water in a split second than a several fire hoses can put out? Let me just state I don't think Vise grips could have held tighter than my fingers were to the side of the boat.

The outcome my camera and my hat were floating for a minute or so 30 yards behind the boat. Have you ever bow fished in 60 degree weather the rest of the day when you are soaked head to foot. It was kind of brisk.


My friends had to tell everybody they see and meet to this day about my boat tricks. They go into great detail of my boat flying out of the water 4 feet in the air sideways with everything flying out except me. They even ask for do-overs.

Never ever for any reason let go of the tiller handle of a moving boat.