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Dove Hunting...Sort Of

We're sitting on a canal waiting for the evening flight of doves to come through. If you weren't good you could use two to three boxes of shells getting a limit of 10 (70's). This was my dad, his friend, and his son that was a year older than me that was one of my best hunting buddys.

We'd go early and sit and wait for an hour or so because they are sharp eyed and spooky. I had a wrist rocket slingshot that I rocked with just to pass the time while we were waiting, I could hit lizards at 25 or 30 feet and used to have people throw rock weighted soda cans to practice moving targets. I was shooting big dragonflies that darted around and my dad's friend was pretty amazed that I could hit one every fifth shot or so.

He say's "hey, let me try that thing" He takes it and picks a big honking rock about twice the size I liked to use. He pulls that thing back clear behind his ear stretched way further than I typically did. I yelled stop but he let loose.

His thumb on the handle end was sticking straight up in the path of the rock like he was using it as a sight. The rock broke in three or four pieces, his thumb was shattered and crushed in a way you couldn't count the pieces.

He screamed and was going to throw my slingshot in the canal but I reached out and firmly took it from him, he grabbed his shotgun and slung it in the canal instead. His thumb was so mangled my dad said he was going to take him to the hospital and quietly told us boys to see if we could dive for the shotgun.

Doves came through, we got ten apiece plus our dad's limits and we got the shotgun too.
 
Close;

But to reveal what I did would be perpetuating a foolish act I did on my BIL. There are things done or seen done that should not be passed around freely on the internet.
 
+1 to Gbro. Some are "no harm, no foul" funny. Mine was bad enough that I am still ashamed of it today. No one got hurt, nothing illegal - just made the absolute stupidest decision possible in the heat of the moment.

At least I learned from it.
 
Allright...

I grew up with one of the crudest country hillbilly types I've ever known, this guy was entertaining for sure.

Now this is crude and not for the weak of stomach, but trust me it gets ludicrously funny.

We're hunting in an orchard on a saturday morning and a big knarly feral cat made the mistake of going up a huge walnut tree. Andy shoots the cat down and goes over to it and starts picking at it's head. I go over and ask him what the heck he's doing and he says wait and see, he's pulling the eyes out and he sticks them in his front shirt pocket. I'm shaking my head thinking this is about the strangest dude I've ever known.

We get back to his house and I swear to god his parents are rolling dice, he walks up to the table and he says "hey dad I'll bet you five bucks I can roll cat eyes first roll". I thinking no way, he isn't going to do that. His dad says you're on. He pulls these sticky eyes out of his pocket and flings them toward his dad where they just flop and stick to the table. I was in shock, his dad jumped up and knocked him clean across the living room. He follows him over to where he knocked him and he's yelling get over there and pick them friggin eyes off of the table and don't let me ever catch you doing something that stupid again.

I had to leave fast, I was laughing so hard I had a hard time getting home, I was running I was so antsy to tell my parents about it. My dad said no way, he didn't.

As you can tell I had an interesting and fun childhood.
 
I was about 18 out dove hunting on a farm that was owned by my hunting buddy's great uncle. So we get to this cow fence (no cows in this field) and we have to cross it. So my buddy tells me to pull up on the fence so he can go under it. I said no way it is an electric fence. He tells me it is turned off and taps the fence a couple times. I found out as I grabbed that fence that cow fences are on a pulse. We still laugh about it 17 years later.
 
ok so a few years ago I was hunting deer with five buddies and I decided to walk into a field, take the edge by a tree and hunker down for the last couple hours until dusk...I awoke startled by people yelling my name and about five flashlights bouncing around the woods.. I had fallen asleep and been there for about two hours past dark..and you know with my luck a once in a lifetime buck had probably walked rite passed me while I slept like a baby,,...I still hear about It yearly..and nope I dont even drink just one tired hunter...
 
There have been a number of them but I will share this one. It happened when I went turkey hunting for the first time. Me and a buddy of mine hit the woods early one saturday morning. After a few hours I remembered that the morning before I saw a turkey feeding in the middle of the field. We walked about 100 yards back and sure enough, there was the turkey. About that time another hunting buddy who was on the opposite side of the corn field (about 300 yards away) fired a shot and hit the turkey in his right wing. The turkey turns around and is running right to me. I put a bead on him and waited till he got about 5 yards from me. My hunting buddy is whispering loudly "shoot him, shoot him". I squeezeed the trigger and nothing happend. I had put the safety on and forgotten about it. I'm looking at the shotgun trying to figure out what went wrong and the turkey jumped in the woods and vaporized. Absolutely disappeared! OMG!
 
I squeezeed the trigger and nothing happend. I had put the safety on and forgotten about it. I'm looking at the shotgun trying to figure out what went wrong and the turkey jumped in the woods and vaporized.
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Sounds like the safety was something not very often used?
That was then, Now is different, Yes?
 
Walking my father in laws draw for pheasants with a bunch of guys, kids and a few dogs, we had knocked a few down but they were runners (bad shooting and bad dog's). As we came towards the end I stepped down in the waist high grass and felt my foot on something soft that moved. Thinking that I had pinned one of the wounded birds I parted the grass to see black and white. Yep you guessed it I had pinned a skunk to the ground with my foot. I started yelling not so much for me but my mini dachshund was hunting with us and he would have ripped that thing apart. My brother in law ran up, I jumped off, he blasted the skunk. I rode in the back of the pickup on the way back.
 
Back in the dark ages,,,

I owned 2 military surplus rifles that I could hunt deer with,,,
My British .303 and my trusty 8mm German Mauser.

Deer camp was way out in the Boonies,,,
I had decided on my Mauser for this years hunt,,,
Over 40 miles of bad road away from even a gas station,,,
That's when I found out that .303 ammunition doesn't fit an 8mm Mauser.

So I drove the long miles to the gas station,,,
Got directions to a hardware store that had 8mm ammo,,,
Drove there and paid an outrageous $12.00 for that one box of cartridges,,,
Then drove back to camp only to find that there were 10 rounds of 8mm in the rifle case.

Over 40 years ago and my spooky old gray haired daddy still teases me about that one.

Aarond
 
Was hunting dove out of Fernley, Nv. at a place called Swingle Bench. Late 70's. Great place to buy melons in September.

Well, after 9 shots I had nine dove and it dawned on me that I'd never killed 10 dove with ten shots. Figured I'd pick out an easy incoming bird and fill out. Missed my next half dozen shots.:cool:
 
Many, many years ago . . .

I was still hunting and had read somewhere that one way to do it was take 10 steps, stop and be still and watch for 15 minutes then repeat.

Well OK, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Wait and watch.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Wait and watch.

1, 2, 3, 4 . . . CRASH! BRUSH! LEAVES BEING HURRICANED! SOMETHING BIG HURTLING AWAY FROM ME! . . . 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Wait and watch.

Honestly did happen.

I'll never understand why I did not respond to the commotion.

Guess I just follow instruction too well.

Rmocarsky

P.S.: Once I hit "submit reply" I will probably regret doing so just as much as I did not engaging my brain many, many years ago.
 
The last bone headed thing I did was walk about 2.5 miles from the Truck and realized wow its 47 degrees and Im in shorts, t-shirt, and moccasins. I could picture my jacket in the drivers seat. Oh and allllllll my bullets were in the jacket pocket as well :cool: good 5 mile walk aint ever hurt nobody. still had a great time

-Trenten
 
My buddy and I are hiking down a burmed off logging road while deer hunting and a come up on a nice fat grouse. We look at each other and shrug "why not". So we each take a headshot with our rifles. And expected to see a dead grouse but he's still bobbing around like nothing happened. We fire again, nothing, we both missed. So we both unload our 4 shot magazines on this grouse and it eventually flies off with out even a scratch. We look at each other and start laughing our butts off. After we hiked back to the truck his concerned uncle yells, "what in the hell was all that shooting?!" We looked at each other sheapishly and both replied, "I don't know?". lol that was embarassing but funny. :D

A couple years ago I came across a huge grouse the size of a chicken on top of a ridge while deer hunting. I didn't want to pass this one up. So I raised my rifle, and knowing that I had sighted my gun about 2" high at 100 yards I compensated by aiming just below the head and pulled the trigger on my .06. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the grouse completely exploded in a 30 foot wide plume of debris and feathers. Yep, I hit him a little low. :o
 
Shhhhhh......

Took a 3 year old mare I was training out to checking fences a few years ago, saw a rattlesnakes and took a shot with a .38 with CCI snakeshot. OK :D ended up rubbing my butt and walking back 3 miles to the barn. I forgot I hadn't trained her for gunshots :eek::D

Got the snake though....... Boy did she gallop
 
Long list

Shot hole in ground next to foot when I was squirrel hunting with pistol.

Spooked biggest buck I've ever had a shot at with un-needed movement.

Forgot turkey call.

Put wrong nipple on muzzle loader.

Tried to shoot a 20 ga shotgun with one hand and it jumped out of my hand.

Yea, I think that's it.

Live well BE SAFE!

Prof Young
 
I watched my Dad get a deer almost every year as I was growing up and couldn't wait until I was old enough to hunt. Finally, I'm 12 years old and legal to hunt and on my stand the first day of the season. I hear shooting behind me and all of a sudden a spike buck bursts by me going full tilt. I raise my lever action Winchester 94 30-30 and put three rounds into it and it falls about 75 yards away. My Dad, who was nearby, comes over to see what I had shot. I walked over to my deer and thinking it wasn't dead, put another, then another, then another, then another round into it. My gun is empty so I start reloading just as my Dad gets there. He asks what I'm doing and I say the deer is still alive. He asks how I know and I stated that every dead deer I ever saw had its tounge hanging out of it's mouth, and this one didn't so it must be alive. He got a great laugh out of that and told me to set the gun down and fill out the tag.

I had never gutted a deer before that and I turned to Dad and asked him if he would help me. He says "Yep" and handed me his knife...then he sat down on a log and ate his lunch while I did the dirty work. Thanks Dad!
 
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The most boneheaded thing I ever did relating to hunting was to invite some guy from work duck hunting with me. We got to the blind before sunrise, and after the decoys were out and we were settled in, he yanked out a joint and started puffing away. I was shocked. :eek:

He offered me some, and although I am not totally against weed, I do believe that weed and guns are a lethal mix, so I said no.

By 8:00 AM he had eaten all his lunch and was randomly taking pot shots at just about anything. A sapling, a clump of marsh grass, anything that he could aim at was fair game.

I called the day a wash and pulled the decoys by 10:00 AM and we went home. Needless to say, I never went hunting with THAT guy again!
 
miss x3, and more

I was bowhunting and had a nice buck, probably in the 100+ class in range at about 30 yds. Shot and missed, low. Deer really didn't spook, and I was able to nock a second arrow and shoot again. Again, miss, low. This time he bolted and went about 10 15- yds, but still stayed at my max range of 30 yds. Nocked a third arrow, but by this time I was rattled. I shot again, but hit a limb right in front of the bow, the arrow never got off the string but broke right there in front of me ,pieces flew everwhere (aluminum). He did not stick around for that. They killed him the opening day of gun season, about 2 wks later.

Another time, I was hunting a food plot, and started seeing, and missing, deer. Took my last shot at dusk and was out of arrows. Went back the next AM w/ the good wife and we collected all 5 of them. Stuck out there in that green patch, with all there bright fletching, it looked like a flower garden.

Was zeroing a pair of rifles for a friend, last minute, in a hurry deal. Got the ammo mixed up and shot a .270, in a 7mm mag. Twice.

Undid my safety belt and stepped out/off a climbing stand and out on a big limb to trim a shooting lane. OK. Came back in, clipped in my belt, and stepped back onto the stand. It fell away about 3 feet. I spent several harried minutes, that seemed like hours, flailing away, till I hooked the stand w/ my toes and pulled it back up to where I could get back on board.

Tracked deer all afternoon in the snow and when I got an opportunity on a shot, snapped on an empty chamber. I had cleared the chamber when I climbed down from a nailed up stand that AM and had been hunting all afternoon w/ a half loaded (mag only) rifle. There were so many deer in that laurel thicket, I managed to get a shell levered in and did kill one.

Found an old nailed up stand one afternoon and decided I'd "test climb" it a bit before I went up w/ my rifle. I got about 10 feet up and a big spike walked by. My M94 was propped over yonder against a tree.

How's that for a start?
 
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