Ok... fess up!!

bamaranger your stories bring back a few of my own,

Hunting new area and found an old stand that was higher than it was suppose to be and the main platform was broken from a windfall, well I figured I could stand on the seat. Heck i never had a stand before that with a seat anyway.
The seat was in bad shape also, but to a 24 <> YO hunter it didn't matter, I had a tree to hold on to.
A spike comes out behind me and as i turned the seat broke, I grabbed hold and shot the spike while holding myself up 12 feet off the ground. Had a very hard time getting re-loaded and getting down.
And that is why I worry about my Grandchildren hunting:o

Another,
Was climbing into a huge cedar tree. Had my 1894 30 WCF tied with a rope across my back.
The knott came out and I watched the rifle fall and when it hit the ground I was looking right down the barrel of that "LOADED" Rifle.
The next time I climbed that tree my rifle chamber was empty and there was a string of knots connecting the rope to the barrel.
About half way up the tree a nice buck gets out of a bed and is sneeking away. I hurriedly untie the action and lever one in, take aim and all I see is knots:(
That is when This BONE HEAD went to bolt action w/sling.
 
Gbro said:
bamaranger your stories bring back a few of my own ...
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Yeah, me too. Also in the Connecticut Hill game area, I was climing into a tree with a nice natural fork to stand it when the makeshift sling on my Mossberg gave way. It hit muzzle first and buried the end of the barrel six inches into the mud and snow. I was able to use a twig to clear most of the crap out of the barrel, but I didn't have a cleaning kit with me so couldn't get it clean. Also concerned that the scope would have been knocked out of alignment, so that was it for that day.

Now I have a real sling on the shotgun, and always carry a cleaning kit with me.
 
Somewhere around not pulling the trigger on a very big trophy buck years ago because i was young, and me falling in a beaver run while duck hunting. At the same time dropping my 870 down in the run. Lol i figured i was already wet so i went under and got my gun back. Hunted the rest of the hunt soaking wet and decently cold, but thats duck hunting :rolleyes:
 
Blackops- Don't feel bad... I dress in my hunting camies when I get to the field and wore flip flops today on the drive out since it was somewhat warmer than it has been lately. When I got there I unpacked my gear and to my dismay, I had no socks!! My boots are lightly insulated but it didn't stop
my feet from going numb after a few hours.
 
I remember quail hunting with my uncle and father. Uncle was carrying a single shot ten-gauge with a very long barrel. (No one seems to remember what ever happened to that gun. :() Dad and I both had 20 gauges.

We flushed a covey and both dad and I shot. We hit a few of them and while picking them up, my dad said "There's on!" We look over to where he was pointing and there was a quail, obviously hit, running in circles.

My uncle proudly proclaims "I'll get it", and before any one can say anything, from five feet away he blasted that quail to nothing.

Now I know why no one ever wants to take him hunting with them.
 
When I was 15 or 16 I spent a lot of time Coon hunting with a friend who had Black and Tans and a bigger bear dog. I would go out every weekend with him and my mom had settled down a bit on the worrying thing. We were going camping or something so my friend took another guy with him I didn't like very much, let's just say that Ray was a bit low rent country for my taste.

Got to school Monday and the talk of the school was on how my friend had shot Ray but he was still alive. Shotgun blast from five feet away that took off half his lower jaw, upper teeth on that side, cheek, and a chunk of throat.

There was the cover story which was that the shotgun fell down and went off when it hit the ground as ray was going through a barbed wire fence. Then there was the real story that I finally got out of my friend which was that he was holding the shotgun as he jumped over the fence or was holding it spread for Ray, and he accidentally discharged it.

My coon hunting days were done :mad:, (I couldn't blame my parents for making that call) but I can assure you it was a formative event that shaped my current inflexibility concerning the handling of firearms around me. I have done very little hunting in large groups as cavalier attitudes about guns really really annoys me and I make sure the offenders know it.
 
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