Lets tell some funny experiences

[Pine]

OK, lets hear a funny story about something at a shoot or hunting.
I'll start.
Back in the late 1970s I was shooting a broadhead league with a bunch of guys.
We had cardboard silhouettes in front of sand piles.
This one station a guy grabbed the arrows and nocked one up, drew back like he was going to shoot this old oil furnace tank.
The other guy with us said "Go ahead and shoot it, I dare you".
So he let fly and the arrow bounced off the tank.
The guy that dared him couldn't believe he did it.
The guy that shot it burst out laughing and said " IT WAS YOUR ARROW " 

[BearBandit]

Last hunting season I bought a cheap gillie suit and moded it to work for me.   Anyway,  I head out hunting and I'm sitting in a tree line in between a bedding area and a water hole and a alfalfa field.  I'm not that well hidden, as I want to test the new magical abilities of my gillie.  I'm waiting on a large herd of mule deer to move through when out of no where I hear something crashing through the bush behind me.
I freeze and hold my breath hoping it's the piebald I seen a couple days before.  The sound keeps getting closer, whatever it is couldn't give two tips about being stealthy, all of a sudden a 1.5 year old whitetail doe comes crashing past me under 5 feet away.  I hold still.  She stops, looks me dead in the face and then starts slowly circling me.
She's stomping the ground, and huffing, trying to fake me out with her head.  It was quite the display.  This went on for a good solid 6 or 7 minutes before I finally crack and start laughing at the the performance this deer is putting on.  She finally clues in and bolts out into the field, stops looks around and realizes how exposed she is and proceeds to run right past me back into the bush almost running me over.
By this time I'm no longer in control.   I didn't even notice the mule deer were working their way down my bush line to come out to feed and I blew them all out of there laughing my head off.
That was a good day

[Pine]

A few years ago I was hunting a couple hundred yards behind our house just a few feet from one of our mowed pathways.
I had walked back in the early afternoon and when I got there, I realized I had forgotten my hunting seat.
I figured it would be less disturbing to my hunt to text my wife and ask her to quietly bring it to me.
My thinking was, if any deer were to see her, they would watch her go back to the house and it would be less noticeable than me making two trips.
Now for the funny part, I was in full ghillie and standing next to a tree as I watched my wife carefully walking out to where I was.
She go to me, stood there scanning to find me and I could tell she hadn't seen me yet.
At about ten feet, I carefully waved my hand and  she never made a sound but stood there hugging and crushing my hunting seat while marching in place. 
I didn't see a single deer that hunt.
And the rest of the evening I keep trying to suppress a snicker and she kept telling me "NOT FUNNY!"

[Pine]

This is what I looked like.

[BAK]

I walk into a public area and bust a doe and fawn.  The doe goes east and the fawn goes west.   I just keep walking and find the little fawn thinks I'm his moma and it's following me.  I walk a good 1/4 mile and climb up into my stand.  It beds down below me.  As it starts to get dark I decide to head home.  The little guy follows me out to a fence line near an open area.  About 60 yards away there sits a guy in a tree.  He hasn't seen the fawn. 

I hollered out and asked him if he was shooting just anything or if he was waiting for a decent sized deer.  He said he was.  I said that was good cause I didn't want my partner to get shot.  I then proceeded out across the field with the fawn following along behind.   I can't imagine what that guy thought.

That fawn followed me all the way to my car.

[BearBandit]

To funny, I had a fawn trail me for a couple hundred yards one time, but it didn't know I was there I don't think.  I was just in Jean's and a camo shirt.  I stopped and that fawn walked with its head down until it was within spitting range before I shooed it,  I thought it was going to jump out of its skin haha

[Doug S]

  I was hunting next to a large National rec area. There was a young 8pt (4x4) whitetail that was in the area and underneath my tree so many times I lost count. I think he was a pet of somebody. On 2 separate occasions I shot a doe and within minutes  he came by. Of course the first time he picked up her trail and i watched him follow the trail right to the doe. When I got down he was standing next to her. I talked my way in and grabbed her gutted and starting dragging while he stood 10 yards off. He followed me all the way to the truck.
Next doe was a bad shot by me. After hours went by here he came. Since I could tell he had picked up the trail  I got down and followed him right to the doe. About 200 yards. She was dead and I drug her off. He didn't follow this time. But he saved me a tough track job.

[reddogge]

Years ago we were shooting a course at ETAR after a storm passed through the night before. three of us came to a 40 yard elk and a large tree had fallen down in front of it but there was a hole big enough you could thread an arrow through if you were lucky. Those two shot and rattled arrows through the limbs completely missing the elk. I pulled my old worn arrow out I carry just for those circumstances and miraculously threaded it through the hole and into the 11 ring much to their chagrin.

We walked up and Hank said "Steve, pull his "Mary Jane" arrow and put it in your quiver and don't let him have it the rest of the day." I still call those type of arrows Mary Jane arrows.

[Pine]

Don't know if this is funny but in the late 80s I shot a doe and watched it pile up in a field with a fawn running behind it.
I waited about 10 minuets and slowly walked to it and got on my knees to dress it out.
After I had the stomach cavity opened, I started pulling things out and saw something by my right shoulder.
It was that fawn, looking over my shoulder watching my every move. I took my right elbow and pushed it back on its chest.
Had to do that a couple times before it left. 
Not sure how I felt about that. 

[Brently]

I didn't grow up hunting so when I was in my teens a friend was going to take me deer hunting on his in laws farm.  He picked me up @ 3:30 AM and we went out to the farm  He said the deer will be in this corn field so when it is light enough to see pick out your deer and shoot it.  He put me in some brush for cover and he went to another edge of the field.  Any way it started to snow and I fell asleep, when I woke up there was about a inch of snow and deer tracks all around me.  I got up kind of embarassed about falling asleep and  started walking out to where he was,  he had fallen asleep also, never saw a deer the rest of the day.

[Trenton G.]

I think I may have posted this on here before but we'll put it back up.
I've got some super city slicker cousins from Grand rapids that sometimes come up visiting. Anyways, they came up during deer season one time and I absolutely was not going to give up a night in the woods to watch them sit on the couch and play their game boys or whatever while trying to talk to them. My mom told me that I ought to take one of them with me which I was less than thrilled about. So we head back to the blind and sat through the evening until dark. I don't remember if we saw anything or not. Anyways to get to the woods I walk through the pasture. My uncle had a herd of black and white holstiens and a black Angus bull. It never failed that if he saw someone in the field he would come over to have his head scratched and I figured he'd probably do that when we were walking out.
When on private land I don't normally use a flashlight walking out and obviously a black bull blends in pretty well at night. As we were walking by the beehives, I told my cousin that there's a bear that spends quite a bit of time there and that he would probably come check us out. If he did, just stay calm and he'll leave us alone. We started across the pasture and sure enough after a while I hear heavy footsteps and heavy breathing. My cousins breathing started to sound very similar. All we could see was a big dark shape moving towards us so my cousin was convinced it was a bear. When the bull got to him, he stuck his nose out and touched his hand. I don't think my cousin touched the ground all the way back to the house. Must have set a new land speed record.
That was definitely one my funniest hunting moments.

[Pine]

 

[Victory Rider]

I was in my stand in a hunting area that also had public walking trails. I had never seen a person walking on the trails as I was well off the beaten track and no where near an entrance area. One evening there was a trail just over a little rise from my stand. I heard some noise figuring it was a deer. Up walks a woman in jogging clothes. She looks all around pulls down her pants and started peeing. She never knew I was there. It took all my self control not to yell out and scare the life from her!!!!!

[goingoldskool]

While in bear camp in Ontario,  my guide pulled up on his 4 Wheeler behind my truck.  We talked a minute about how the stand was situated and finally said he'd drive me down to within 50-60yards as there was an ATV trail to that point.  We got off the 4 Wheeler and proceed into the stand site. After stashing everything, he asked if I was all set.... I told him that I'd be riding back to the truck with him.
He looked at me quite puzzled, then smiled and said, "you forgot your arrows!" 

[Pine]

Many years ago my sister and brother-in-law had a large farm and a pair of Belgian draft horses.
It was the late archery deer season in early December.
The horses had a sense of humor where they would get on each side of me and slowly squeeze in on me.
So this one still dark morning I got to the pasture and under the electric fence, shined my flashlight and saw the horses about 50 yards off to my right.
So I started across toward the opposite side and tree line.
The ground was frozen and crunchy so I should hear the horses coming.
About half way across, steam enveloped my head with a hot stream going down my neck accompanied by a PPPPHPPHHTT sound. 
I spun around with my flashlight and I swear that horse was laughing. 

[A Lex]

Quite a few years ago my mate Nate and I were hunting deer in the high country. We had hunted hard and long, all day, and had not seen a thing, and it was cold.

We got back in the dark to where we had set up a bit of a camp early that morning and got a good fire and a feed going. We had a bit of a chat and a couple of beers round the fire, then curled up in our swags for the night. It was a clear night so our swags were simply set out on the ground, no tents etc.The fire was only 6 feet from the foot end of our swags, so it was a warm toasty sleep.

Too warm and comfortable apparently, and we slept in. I woke up in that magic time where it's light enough to see but the sun's got a while before it's up. Darn it, way too late for the morning hunt we'd planned. I crawled out of my swag onto the somewhat frosty ground to get the fire going, and noticed something.

"Hey Nate" I said, "Get up and have a look at this"

"What" he grunted from the warm depths of his swag.

Now our swags were about 5 feet apart, with the fire 6 feet past the foot of the swags. In the frost, between our swags were the clear tracks of two does.

Their tracks told me they had wandered down through the bush, and right to the head of my swag, the tracks were only about a foot off my pillow. I must have snored or stirred then, because there were three very distinct stomp marks on the ground. Then they had walked down between our swags, past the fire and off into the night.

We never did see them, or any other deer that trip, but those two deer sure saw us.

Funny and very memorable.

Take care all.

Best
Lex

[george gray]

  I was in a hunt club one time and there was a character named randy . Well he told us that one time he and a coworker were driving up to Georgia to hunt.They would be staying at one of his relatives house.As they made there way up Randy told this guy that there was no crime in this small town .There was no need to lock the door.There was just one officer and he didn't have much to do.Everyone handled there own problems. So they roll into the yard about 1 am grab a few items and head for the front door. Then about half way accross the living room floor randy terns around and whispers  were in the wrong house.  He said that guy nearly tore the door off getting out.

[GCook]

Hunting during the 9 day general season in Missouri a long while back I had managed to shoot a buck.  Back then any buck was a good buck and I was pretty stoked as we drug it up the hill out of the timber and loaded it into the truck.  Unfortunately I had lost my wallet and figured it was at the base of the tree I had sat down by to hunt so I told the guys I'd walk back down in the timber and find it then meet them up at the house.  It took me a couple minutes to find the tree but sure enough it had fallen out of my pocket there.  I walked the half mile through the timber back to the house and when I got there my buddies were pretty spooked.  They left the truck just inside the gate and didn't pull it through and up in the driveway.  They no sooner than had set their rifles in the coat room when in pulls the skunk martial.  He checks everyone for a license and to make sure the two bucks in the hanging tree are properly tagged then says good day and leaves never looking in the back of the truck.  If so he'd have found the buck I hadn't tagged yet (tag was in the wallet) and it could have gotten interesting. It was kind of funny seeing how bad they were sweating realizing that could have been sticky. 
They still give me a ribbing about that now and then to this day almost 3 decades later.

[Pine]

A few years ago my brother-in-law was at our place shooting with me.
My wife came out and was watching us and he asked her to get her bow and shoot with us.
She went to the house and came back with her longbow with quiver and arrows.
I braced her bow up and she took an arrow at the 20 yard mark and shot just one arrow. Dead center of the ten ring.
Her brother told her to do that again and she told him she didn't have anything to prove.
 

[Pine]

This one time my friend Mike and I were bow hunting on state land and he shared this story with me when we got back to the truck.
Mike was standing just off a foot trail next to a tree and a DNR officer slowly came down the trail.
He stopped a couple feet in front of Mike, pulled up his binoculars and started slowly turning and scanning the surroundings.
After a few seconds he was looking directly into Mike's eyes. He paused a few seconds and dropped the binoculars down
Then said "Where the heck did you come from?"