oddest(strangest)thing you`ve experienced while hunting

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mine would probably be when i was deer hunting(shotgun season) a few years ago. was coming out of woods and came across this hunter sitting on a log panting so hard i could hear him before i saw him. i asked him if he was ok , he replied he was just resting,pointed to a doe he had shot and said he didn`t know deer hunting was so exhausting and that this was his 1st deer hunting trip . he also explained that he had just had a heart attack about a month prior. i asked how far he had drug the deer and he said about 1/8 mi. and had about another 1/8 to go but that it would be all uphill. as you`ve probably allready figured i told him i would give him a hand and we walked over to the doe. i looked down at deer and politely explained to him how much easier it is to drag a deer after its been field dressed. dressed deer and we started dragging.
 
While hunting in the upper peninsula of Michigan several years ago, I had a shot at a big whitetail doe. She put her head down, and I squeezed one off at her back, actually the base of her neck. Range, about 30 yards. That doe did a complete back flip and disappeared. I still laugh at that one. Funniest thing I have ever seen.
 
Three or four years ago during Bow season my dogs started going nuts at about 8 in the morning.I let them loose and they took off for the ridge accross from my farm,I jumped on my 4 wheeler and followed them.Up on the ridge I saw a sight that will for ever make me laugh.A bow hunter had fallen out of his tree stand,he had a safty harness but he had not put it on properly so when he fell it slipped down around his ankles.The worst part was that it had also pulled his pants and long johns down.With his arms extended he still was about afoot from touching the ground after getting control of myself I cut him down,he never spoke a word he pulled up his pants and headed down to the road and his car leaving me with a nice Bear recurve 6 carbon fiber arrows and a tree stand with a Cabelas range finder.I guess he had had enough of bow hunting ELMOUSMC:D
 
One dayin the middle of september i was squirel hunting down in the woods and i was sitting up against a tree and i heard a snort i look up it was a doe and her twins they were about 40 yards away then they got realy spookey and the one fawn came running throught the timber and jumped over me. I was lucky i didnt get a hoof to the head. :eek::D
 
which way did he go?

My sisters former hubby was a novice hunter. Having grown up hunting I would take him out and "teach" him some things about grouse, rabbit and deer hunting. When I was 16 he announced he was going to take me to a real hot spot in Oil City, Michigan. We walked in the woods in the dark, people were whistling at me while we walked to his "hot spot". Once daylight hit there must have been 30 people surrounding a draw, all I could think of was if a deer comes there we are going to shoot each other.
I crept away to a spot that was more secluded and dozed off in a nice sunbeam. Suddenly I heard some crashing and figured a deer was getting pushed my way but no, it was some guy about 6 ft 4 running in the woods. Now he was orange head to toe, double bandera across his chest full of shotgun shells, huge bowie knife on his hip. Now I am just a scared country kid with a single shot 20 gauge with this crazy guy in the woods. He comes running up to me, stare me and says.." I'm chasing a deer, did you see which way he went?" I pointed away from the direction of the car, he nodded, thanks and take off running like heck.
At that point I carefully stand up, begin to whistle a tune, I figure these nuts will be sound shooters, and make my way to the car where I slept the rest of the day. Talk about crazy people in the woods. After that I kept in my safe little country spot away from deer chasers.
 
My buddy and I were hunting Elk on the Oregon coast - pretty thick stuff. We hear a crash and a branch break, so spread out on each side of the draw. Hunkered down for a few minutes, crashing and breakin continues. Suddenly the sound stops. From up the draw (where the crashing is) we hear

"HEY, BLOW THAT COW CALL AND SEE IF SHE COMES BACK"

This was said loud enough to cover a country mile.

And the other guy actually did blow it...

My buddy and I just tucked back under cover and let the 2 guys pass.
 
I don't know if ELMOUSMC's will ever get topped! Too bad you didn't take a picture. The weirdest thing Iever saw was while duck hunting when I lived in Minnesota. I was hunkered in the bushes of a big lake, and as the sun rose several pike began jumping-straight up out of the water a good couple of feet, and splashing back down like a ton of bricks. This were big, arm length fish, just jumping straight up as high as they could. Never seen anything like that since and never heard from anyone else who has.
 
Well, mine doesn't involve crazed Rambo guys, but more of a "why we hunt". As hunters, sitting in our stands, quiet and still, we get to see a side of nature that others don't even know about.

The coolest thing that has happened to me...was in my "Humming Bird" stand. I was sitting in a lock-on in a huge Post Oak. I heard a loud buzz, like a bumble bee on steroids. Then it comes in front and it's a Humming bird, male Ruby Throat. Now I've had visits from this pair everytime I sat this stand. They seemed intrigued by my colorful arrows on the side of their tree. Thus, this why the stand was the "Humming Bird" stand. But this time I sat extra still and quiet. The humming bird danced all around my head, less than a foot away. Then he came around front and hovered at the bill of my cap. Then sat down. He was sitting on the bill of my cap, and was chirping. I had heard them chirp before from previous hunts in the stand. But that is the coolest thing that happened to me.

Shawn
 
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Many years ago I was dove hunting with a newbie. We were tucked inside of a good sized hedgerow and about 100 ft. apart when this guy starts freaking about something rustling in the bushes. I told him that he had a 12ga. and that there was nothing in the area that it wouldn't handle up close. He keeps on about it getting closer so I leave my spot only to find an armadillo rooting around.

The guy later shot somebody's racing pigeon while yelling "Look at the size of that one!".

We've been hunting together for over 40 yrs. and he really hates it when I get to tell this story.
 
Was standing on my tree stand platform early one morning and the sun was starting to break when I heard something coming down the trail. In short time I noticed that it was another hunter stalking to my tree. Walked all the way and stopped at the base. I really could not believe what was happening. Connected his bow to my lift line then looked up at me. I still kept quiet until he stepped on the first step. I said;
Sure is going to get crowded up here.
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Scared the crap out of him and took a few quick steps back. Looked up at me again and asked me what I was doing up there? "Trying to hunt out of my tree stand" Walked away muttering to himself.
 
We were hunting Sambar in N Victoria- there was one old fellow who was past hunting who would come along and usually spend all his time in camp sipping tea.

We hunted unsuccessfully, on return to camp this old timer had a large stag dressed out and hanging from a tree.

It had run into the camp after we had all left and he had quietly shot it.
 
I guess this happened when I was about 14:

Shot a squirrel with the very last shell I had on me. Squirrel fell from the tree, and appeared to be good 'n dead... wrong.

Squirrel ran around and around a sapling with me chasing it- so here I am chasing a squirrel in a circle around a tree over and over and over. He never changed direction, and never once tried to go up the tree. He just kept on running, slightly faster than me, around this dang tree. This went on for well over a minute. All I could think of was that kids' nursery rhyme about "here we go 'round the mulberry bush".

I finally stepped out of the little circle we were running, waited on him to come by me, and planted a well timed boot on him. I didn't think I was going to get him in the bag. Looked like something off a Bugs Bunny cartoon. My dad walked up on me and was laughing so hard he about wet himself. He had seen the whole thing. He still finds opportune times to embarrass me with that one. It was pretty funny though, I was laughin' at myself while it was happening. Just one of those weird things.

Jason
 
Hunting antelope out west. My buddy puts a stalk on two bucks, one with great cutters and another one without much of a rack at all. As he belly crawls to the hill top they are on, the big boy gets wise and runs off. The small buck stays. My buddy pops his head up, sees an antelope and and shoots thinking its the big one. He was pretty disgusted when he realized what he did but done was done and our party was out of buck tags. The next day, cruising for does, we returned to the same area and the big buck was standing about 10 yards off the roadway not a care in the world. We stopped the truck and yell out the window "Next year, we'll be back for you."

After a few minutes of watching him we drove off and the antelope took off staying dead even with our truck. At 20 mph he was dead even with us. 30, 35, 40, 45 mph and that antelope stayed right with us. We goosed it up to over 50 mph, flying down a hard pack road bed and that antelope stayed right with us. He never looked over and never veered from us. I swear that antelop could have hit 60 without breaking a sweat. As the road finally took a 90 degree turn, we backed off and the antelope did too and he wondered off into the hills.

I had heard that antelope will race cars on occasion, but if I didn't know any better, I'd swear that he was giving my buddy the middle finger as he raced along side us!
 
Thankgiving Morning - 8 or 9 years ago.

I went to a public hunting timber for a morning squirel hunt. The timber is also frequented by hikers and mountain bikers . Temp was around 35 deg. I had been still hunting for a couple of hours and was quietly walking back to the truck on 1 of the main hiking trails. I round a corner and low and behold I find a pile of clothes in the middle of the trail. I look ahead and about 50 yards out I see a completely naked man speed walking away from me. At first I thought he still had his underwear on because his butt was SO SO WHITE. I decided to call the sheriff but my cell phone had no signal in the vally. I hauled butt up the hill and called the sheriff. I think the dispatcher thought I was nuts but took down a location for me to meet a deputy and sent one out. On the way to meet the deputy I had to walk down the trail that the clothes had been one but they were gone. I continue down the trail and about 1/8 mile from where I'm suppose to meet the deputy I see the man talking his clothes off again and he takes off naked down another trail. I made it to the meeting location and 2 deputies pull up about the same time. I tell them the story and together we walk back to the last location. Clothes and man were gone. We get back to the cars and I give they a discription of the man. I think they too thought I was nuts until one of the deputies notices a car parked a couple hundred yards away and goes down and runs the plates. The plates came back to a man with a dead nuts match for my discription. My truck was about a mile away so I headed off. I have no idea if they ever talked to the guy or not. The only advice they had for me.......next time, take the clothes!

LK

BTW: this is Iowa not CA!!!
 
You can't make this stuff up.

An old BBQ grill with a horned lizard hanging from the handle by a perfectly tied little noose right next to a tree with about 20 dead turtles nailed to it.:eek: They were in various states of decay so the turtle nailer had been at it for quite some time. And we don't have horned lizards in Missouri so I guess it was either someones pet or perhaps brought in for this special purpose.

I was only a little kid and told my granpa about it and he went and checked it out. The story spread through my whole family and whenever I acted up my mother threatened to send me to go live with the turtle nailer.
 
Hunting in Trimble County, Kentucky a friend of mine took a shot at a small six pointer and shortly after the deer hit a large tree and dropped like a stone. We looked for what must have been an hour and never found an entry or exit wound. This after it was hung and skinned. All we can figure is that the deer broke its neck when it hit the tree.

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JP
 
Strangest (and worst) thing I ever ever saw in the woods happend when i was about 14 years old. In our hunting club, most hunters would go into their stands before dawn, hunt till early afternoon, come out of the woods for lunch at the camp, and then go back and hunt till dusk.

One particular day and older gentleman didnt come out around lunch time. A few of the guys were concerned, but the old man was known to fall asleep in his stand every now and then. It was about 3pm when his voice was heard on a CB radio in another hunters truck.

The old hunter was climbing an old, home built wooden stand early that morning. Halfway up, a step broke, and he fell from the stand. When he landed, he broke his leg very bady. His foot was right below his knee and his two lower leg bones had come out of his thigh and through his pants.

This was before cell phones, so the only way he was able to call for help was to spend all morning crawling to his truck to get to the CB radio. My father and a few other hunters dressed his leg as best as they could while somone drove out to the closest house to call an ambulance. It was a very scary thing for me to see at the time, and even to this day, I will NOT climb a wooden tree stand.

The good news is the older man healed up just fine, and walks without a cane. I still see him from time to time, and he still hunts the same area, but now he has a ground blind.

Another odd thing, but unrelated is the very next day I fell off my bike on the highway and broke my left arm. Me and the older gentleman had a good laugh the next weekend when we both showed up to hunting camp with casts.
 
While quail hunting we had a German Shorthair catch a rattle snake bite on the nose. He blew out copious amounts of blood. It seems the single fang that caught went into the sinus cavity and ejected it's poison there and it was blown out with all the blood. The dog never showed any signs of illness and was hunting the next day.
 
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