Funniest thing that happened to you bowhunting?

[Chris40]

Seeing how the "coolest thing you've seen bowhunting" got so many responses and cool stories.  Let's hear the funniest thing that happened to you.

This takes the cake:  (it wasn't funny when it was happening though)I was 16 or so.  Bowhunting early one frosty Oct. morning in Western NY (where I'm from)  
  About 730 I get the "rumble guts" and OMG!!!! I HAVE TO GO...NOW!!!  I was contemplating going off the stand...I started sweating and getting light headed.  That's how bad it was.  I grab my little roll of TP out of my back.  Leave my bow, pack and everything in the tree and down I go.  I didn't hit the last 6 steps going down.  I hit the ground and tight cheeking it do the "China Man" walk to the front of the property.  I didn't want to crap in the vicinity of my stand.  (How's that for dedication?)  I make it to the front of the property along the hedge row by the railroad tracks and start ripping my coveralls down...Then I realize with all the clothes I have on, I can't get my hind end out past my clothes!  I'm going to crap in the middle of my clothes...I'm desperate now.  I couldn't take anything off because of my boots...I'm getting ready to blow a gasket.  I look around and see an apple tree with a low horizontal branch and a split trunk.  I waddle over to it.  grab the branch and swing my feet into the crotch and here it comes.  Here I am hanging from this tree and I hear a bell..?  Like a sleigh bell jingling..Out of the hedge row comes an English Pointer with a young boy and his Grandfather.  I guess they were pheasant hunting..The young boy see's me in my condition and says to his Grandfather, "Look Papa, there's a guy in camoflage hanging from a tree going poop!"  The Old boy said something to the effect of "When Nature calls, nature calls.  That's the dangest thing I've ever seen in my life?"  I started to explain myself.....Anyhow.  I was done for the day after that.  Went back grabbed my bow and stuff and went home.  Wasn't funny when it was going on.  I think back on it now and it still tickles me.  My Dad thought it was hilarious.

[ron w]

I was thinking of the time I went hunting 2 hours from home with out my arrows, but chris40 you got me beat. I have done the same thing but never got caught...lol!!!!

[jeanpaul3006]

similiar thing happened to my buddy, who had coveralls and a hoody. When he went, he cleared the coveralls but you guessed it, he didn't clear the hoody. didn't realise it until he started to put on his hood. He wasn't laughing then bit is howling now when he tells that story.

[rabbit_buster]

this is not hilarious but it gave me a chuckle.
just a few weeks ago i was sitting in my tree stand and under neath the ridge i hunt on is a thicket that i cant see, even though it is only 30 yards away. i heard a deer traveling from my left to right. while my eyes were glued on this high spot where i sometimes see the deer pass through. i stuck my hand in my pocket to retreive my grunt tube. with out looking i put it to my lips and blew, nothing ,so still not looking i flipped it around with the same results so now i finally look down to see i was trying to call in a deer with my flashlight....

Rb

[lpcjon2]

I had to go poop in the field and went to my buddy's stand only 75yrds away and left him a present.didn't have tp had to use my sock.Note to all my buddy's don't hang a stand so close to mine.Especially if I asked you nicely not to!

[waknstak IL]

When I first started deer hunting. I bought a headnet and didn't realize it had no eyes. I was getting ready to cross the corner of a small field and just as I hit the edge of a treeline I see a nice buck and 2 does about 150 yards out in the field. I can only assume the deer thought I was another buck because he bristled up and came on a trot towards me.
I backed up and knelt down behind some tall grass and threw the headnet on. It had no eyeholes so I tried to look through the netting and shoot him. I was shaking so bad I shot over his back the 1st shot and under him the 2nd. He finally bolted as I nocked the third arrow.  

[TRAD101]

boy you set the bar really high on this one chris

[overbo]

I got some of that military poly? underwear and had to try it out.It was early oct. in Va and I went to my stand w/ this stuff on under my camo.Well by the time I climbed into  to the stand,I was sweating bullets.I started stripping clothes off and when I got down to my skivies,I could hear the deer coming.I grabbed my bow and shot a doe in my skivies w/ my pants around my ankles.

[Landshark160]

Year before last, I made a midday hunt down in the swamp on public land.  I put out one of those Renzo decoys, and got into the tree about 11:00.  I was up about 20 ft.  The wind was really blowing, and I couldn't hear a thing.  After about 30 minutes, I looked back over my shoulder and caught some movement about 30 yards out.  Whatever it was had just gone in behind a tree.  In just a minute, it popped back out.  I couldn't believe it.  There was a guy with a compound at full draw, bearing down on my decoy!  He held, and held, and held, waiting for the deer to move.  I guess his arms got tired, because he eased back in behind the tree and let the bow down.  In just a minute, he peeked back out from behind the tree to see if the deer had moved.  Of course, it hadn't.  

[woodchucker]

Back when I was in high school,my buddies and I had been whatching a huge 12 pointer all summer long. When the bow season started we hit the woods hard,hunting every weekend,and every day after school. We all had our bows in the trucks every day when we went to school. "Weapons" were allowed in school way back then..... (providing you didn't kill anyone.Then you would have been arrested for MURDER,not expelled for "weapons posession". ahhh the days of a simpler sociaty.....) Anyway, One day after school,we race over to the farm where this huge buck called home,park,grab our bows and head for our stands. I chose a home made wooden ladder stand on the edge of a power line right of way. On my way walking up along the edge of the swamp the power lines cut through(really hot footin' along,we're wasting daylight) I see something..... a deer..... NO!!!!! It's that big 12 pointer!!!!! He's laying under a cedar tree,looking straight at me!!!!!(honestly,if I hadn't have seen him I'm sure he would have let me just walk right on by) I was carrying an old 50# Bear Alaskan with a tape on 4 arrow Bear bow quiver filled with 4 cedar arrows tipped with old green Bear Razorheads. I stopped and nocked an arrow,he just looked at me. I drew back and let one fly.....right over his back!!!!! and he just looked at me..... I shot again,over his back..... and he layed right there. Again I shot!!!!! right over his back..... and he never even flinched..... I nocked my last arrow and with trembling fingers I hooked the string..... drew back to the corner of my mouth,closed my eye and sighted down the arrow like a gun barrel..... The string slipped from my fingers as smooth as wet ice..... I watched the arrow cross the mere few yards to the huge buck,and sail right over his back!!!!! and he still layed right there..... looking at me.

GET OUTA HERE!!!!!!!!!! I Screamed!!!!! and with one quick bound,he was gone.....

I had to scare him away to go find my arrows.....

When I close my eyes, I can still see him. Laying there..... Looking at me.

[smokin joe]

Many years ago I was still hunting very slowly through some woods that had a very big buck that I had seen a few times. It was cold weather. I was wearing camo on the top of my body and gray wool trousers. I was moving very slowly with long pauses. Along comes a squirrel and he climbs up my gray wool pants leg thinking I am a tree trunk. I decided to shoo him away about the time he got halfway up my thigh. That was one very surprised squirrel.

[Covey]

Chris40, I could picture the hole thing and I laughed till my gut's hurt! Thank's man that was great!! Jason

[jcar315]

Thanks for sharing the stories.

Landshark I too would have been curious how that would have turned out.

Funniest thing that happened to me was a few years ago took a day off work in late Oct to go hunting and had everything in the truck ready to go. Put on my sandals to wear for the drive down. Got to the farm and got dressed and went to put on my boots.....and NO boots. There was no way I wasn't going to I hunted in my sandals that day. Cold and rainy if I remember.....

[Two Arrows]

I think I've told this story on here before:
 
Pre-dawn I heard movement below me, thought it was a couple of deer. I listened to the footsteps and thought soon the deer would be directly beneath me. Turned out it was a couple of coons. They milled about for the longest time and then decided to climb a huge cottonwood tree not very far away. After a few hours it was time to go home. I was hunting with my dad and he came walking along to meet up with me. I told him that I wanted to see if I could get a shot at a coon before we went home. We walked over to the tree and there they were in plain sight quite a ways up in the tree. So, I took carefull aim, centered on the coon and let fly. Stuck that arrow right in the tree. Arrow number two did the same thing. The coon still was there. I felt kind of constricted with the one-piece coverall I was wearing, shooting at such an upward angle and all. Dropped the coveralls down to me knees to free myself up and let 'er fly again. Here are a few things to think about:

1. If you are shooting at something up in a tree, it more than likely will come down if you hit it.

2. If you hit it, and it is coming down at a rapid pace, it will more than likely be really, really mad before he hits the ground.

3. Once he hits the ground, it is too late to try and figure out how to run away with a set of coveralls around your ankles as he is running directly at you snarling. Do not worry about running very far, it is impossible to do so in this circumstance.

4. If such situation ever occurs to you, be prepared to have it told to everyone at each and every family gathering you will ever attend for the rest of your life.

[Looper]

When I was 8 or 9, my little brother and I decided to thin out the rat herd at our dad's kennel.  He raised and trained Labs, and, coincidentally, raised and trained a bunch of huge rats.  They were really bold and, if you dropped a piece of dog food, they run out to get it right at your feet.  It was pretty unnerving for a little guy.  Some of those rats were a foot long.

Next to the kennel was my mom's worm raising experiment.  The beds were 4'x8' and made of 12x12s with plywood bottoms.  The rats had made their homes underneath.

My brother and I would spend hours sitting on the block wall with our little hickory bows my dad had made for us.  We'd toss out some bait, wait for a rat to run out, and take a shot.  We knocked a couple over and pinched a tail off, but had yet to make a kill.

Towards the end of that summer, some old man came along and bought all of the worms, dirt and all, but he left the boxes.  My brother and I figured this was our big chance.  We'd sneak up to one of the boxes, I'd heave it up on it's side and little bro would cut loose on anything that moved.  I guess we figured that although we couldn't hit one from 6 feet, 3 feet should be a cinch.

I should mention that we were both wearing overalls and cowboy boots, no shirts, no socks, and our tighty whiteys.

After carefully planning our attack, we tiptoed over to our first target area.  Casey readied his bow as I slipped my fingers under the edge of the bin.  One, two, three... I heaved the bin up on its side.

We both stood in shock for a second.  There were literally 20 or 30 rats under this one box.  They all started hopping and jumping and squeaking and generally freaking us out.  Casey forgot the general idea of archery and started into a full on melee with bow.  He whipped and slashed and whopped with great fury. I commenced to stomping and stamping with some degree of vehemence myself.

After a few seconds, we realized those rats were going on the offensive.  A couple had grabbed ahold of my ankles and wouldn't let go.  An especially ferocious one started climbing up Casey's pants leg.  He screamed and stripped his overalls off faster than you could say boo.

I'm not sure what happened in the next few seconds, but the next thing I knew, we were both in the yard about 30 yards from the scene of the incident.  We were both clad only in our skivvies and were both shaking like leaves.  I had a big cut on the back of my head and Casey had a bunch of scratches on his leg.

Apparently I had reached down to knock a rat off my leg and as I bent over, the worm bin toppled over on my head, knocking me out.  Casey was able to get the rats off me and get me up.  I guess I stripped off my clothes in the furor.

Mom was pretty upset with the whole thing and wanted to take us to the doctor to have us checked out, but we escaped to the woods until dad got home.  He decided we were fine and said he take care of those rats.

That next Saturday was quite an event, but that's another long story.

[robtattoo]

Originally posted by looper:
That next Saturday was quite an event, but that's another long story.

Hey, it's not like I've got anything better to do, please continue!  

[bushytail]

One time i got to the parking area,got my day pack and my tree climber,and headed for the tree to hunt from.Got to the tree before day light and set up my tree climber and realized i forgot something.I forgot my bow and arrows.At the time i was pretty mad at myself.I think i called myself every name in the book back then.Had to walk back to my jeep to get my bow and arrows,and by the time i got back the the tree,it was daylight.I can laugh about now and think what a Knukkle head.

[Don Stokes]

Hunting in ND this year, my buddies dropped me off before daylight to hunt from a strip of trees bordered by corn fields. I checked my stuff- arrows, pack, gloves and hat, etc. before they left, told them to take off, and started the walk in before realizing that my bow was still in the back of the truck. It was a half-mile walk to where they parked. I waited at the road side, thinking they would bring it back to me, but in the dark they didn't notice my bow when they got theirs out. Of course, in that wide-open country, they could see me walking the road when daylight came, so I couldn't make up an excuse. As the elder of the bunch, I'm sure I'll be reminded of that every time we hunt together from now on!

[Michael Arnette]

LOL!

[always89s boy]

I was hunting on the Forks in the river WMA a few years back when we lived there. I kept watching a howk circle around me in the air. Finally he landed in a tree about 50 yards away and stared dead at me. I turn my head for a moment and when I turned back there was a hawk flyin right at me at only 5 yards away. I quickly covered my face and let out a girlish shreek as it tried to carry off my bow! I was using beaver fur bow silencers and i guess it mistook it for a small rodent.