Stupidest thing(s) you've ever done while hunting?

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Hey PSE, to ensure that never happens, here's what I do:

On my "pull-up cord" for my gun or bow....it's about 25 feet long. I have one end of it tied to the zipper pull on my fanny pack, so that it's always stuck to me. I always use that fanny pack when hunting. When not being used the whole cord just stuffs inside the fanny pack. Now, to make this work, the other half of the equation must be filled in as well - I alwasy keep the other end tied either to the lower limb of the bow, or the sling of the gun, so it's always connected in case I drop it.
 
Ya know, I think I'm gonna print this off and when ever one of you guys starts gittin' to big for his britches, I'm gonna pull this out! :eek: No, not that, THIS! :rolleyes:
 
Dumbest thing I ever did was to go into the woods deer hunting without a compass on a day when the sun wasn't out and there was 4" of fresh puffy snow over everything.

I was about 18 at the time, full of myself. My buddy had a compass and I was walking in parallel to him, on his right about 20 yards. As I walked, he seemed to go to the left more and more. I whistled and yelled to him, but the snow muffled my sounds.

After about 20 minutes of slow walking, I heard a funny hissing or mechanical sound getting louder and louder. It sounded like a train, but there weren't any of those within 10 miles. I just knew I had to be at least 300 yards off the road and near the back side of a swamp. Could it be a low-flying plane?

Then, all of a sudden the noise became almost deafening as a truck roared by about 30 feet in front of me, spewing slush 15 feet into the woods. I was utterly aghast!

Of course, I made a circle and was back within 50 yards of the car. I never have gone into the woods without a compass since that day.

IceMan
 
Ya it's funny how you can get yourself "blair witched" without a compass, or even with one. I tend to walk a tad left when I think I'm walking straight, and that puts my in a circle eventually, if I don't hit a landmark. However, oddly, sometimes I veer right unknowlingly as well, but not as often as left.

riddleofsteel, I take care to avoid the Denny's grand slam breakfast or similar for that very reason - none at all or just an oatmeal bar or something. I laugh to think how futile my pee bottle would be in such an emergency.
 
I once shot a javelina with my bow. My first one. Dad came over to where I was hunting, and we decided to hang it from a tree and gut it right there (don't ask me why). This is in thick, thick, brush country in S. Texas.

It's really hot out, so we get to work. A few minutes later, we hear the javelina herd coming back. You can smell and hear them before you see them. Teeth were popping, they were squealing and moving right towards us. They materialized about 15 yds away. For some stupid reason, I thought it would be a good idea to shoot another one, this time in the head. I grab my bow, notch an arrow, and let one fly at the forehead of a pissed off boar. The entire herd exploded into a frenzy, with javelinas going every which way. Dad's running through the brush trying to get away, the javelina I shot charges straight at me, with the arrow stuck in his skull. He looks like a crazed unicorn coming at me. I don't have time to nock another arrow, so I grab the bottom limb of my bow, ready to wield it as a club and knock the heck out of him if he gets to me. At the last second he veers off into the brush and is gone. All I see through the brush is the top of my arrow, with the vanes, bobbing up and down, and leaving the area at a high rate of speed. We tracked that boar for hours, and never found him, or the arrow.

Moral of the story? There are several. 1) a javelina's forehead is thick; 2) 70lb bow with a broadhead will not penetrate it at 15 yds; and 3) it's no fun tracking javelina in 95 degree heat in the S. Texas brush.
 
It wasnt me

during this years white tail season i was driving with some cousins through a field to get to our spot and popped over a hill only to see a big 5X5 come runnning out of the bush 50 yards ahead of us. needless to say i was out of the truck and had the deer on the ground before the wheels stopped turning but the next deer out was a 6X6 that made mine look like bambi. my other cousin was out of the truck at this time and was reaching into the back seat to get another gun because i was done. my cousin wayne handed him the old enfield .303 british. he worked the action and the deer had stopped at about 200 yards john pulled the trigger only to hear a loud and ominous "CLICK" of a firing pin on an empty chamber. needless to say wayne was in the back seat with the magazine in his pocket. we never saw that big ol 6X6 again. Next year he's mine it was late on closing say that he got away and was only a few hundred yards from posted land
 
Thank God it didn't happen to me, but. We all arrived back in camp after a long days hunt. In the camp next to us was a brand new 2004 Dodge 4x4. Nice lift kit, tires, rims, with one addition. It had a bullet hole going through the hood and out the other side.
We all stood there looking at the hood holding back our laughs. The owner came over and very calmly said, "when you shoot down hill and use the hood of your truck as a rest, if you notice your truck hood in the bottom of your scope, rethink pulling the trigger."
He tuned and walked away.
 
pumping my auto

on a deer drive one day a big doe jumped up down slope of me me I made my first shot and pumped the gun , being a semiauto this utterly confused me untill I looked down and saw that the magazine cap nut was gone.
needless to say I didnt fire again and didnt get the deer. I now have my sling mounted to the mag cap and call it my [capnut retaining strap]. and have a tendency to tighten the cap 100 times a day.
 
I tried to cross a barbed wire fence while dove hunting without putting my gun down first. I put my left foot on the second strand and my left hand on the top strand and tried to swing my right leg over while holding the gun by the grip with my right hand. About half way through the process, the top strand broke, and my chin and right hand were the first things to hit. It knocked me out and broke the gun stock. I consider myself very lucky.
 
well dumb enuff

Went to school with a fellah from Argintina who took me up on shooting a black powder revolver.Theres a power line, runs down by the lake, we used as a range,its late winter,and having lots of fun,when the flask run dry.
Cold fumblin fingers I'm sure led to the 1/4 pound o powder on the ground.
Lets see powder good/expensive,dirt bad,sooo drivers license to cut the good from the bad!Ole boy wishes to help, gets a card out and proceeds,I notice his cigarette just as its about to touch the powder my reaction from a crouch with face over the powder was immediate but unfortunately tardy,
and yes you may run backwards full throttle and never completely rise to full height or open your eyes,even then as you feel yourself fallin you tend to turn and catch yourself. What an amazingly soft landing on red clay and rock! Take stock now, open eyes yep, I can see, london fog? Nooo just the release of black powder smoke ,good I'm breathin,what are them black moving things,fog clears vision sharpens oh ants ,fire ants 0 my jeez! These fellars are kinda upset that i've created a crater in their nice sized hill,and appear to be hanging around for dinner! excusing myself from their hospitality
I start many on their little ant trajectories as I am fanning slappin and shakin em out for all I'm worth! their in my hair which aint so bad but their in my ears,and I'm not hanging here anymore when there is a perfectly good lake about! Head first and belt deep washing 'em off me and outa my hair by the time I realize just how cold a cattle pond is in winter I'm outa air pushing my head out nope just shoving my arms into the muck uh-oh.Thanks to my partner for draggin me out!
Now I know some of ya thinks this hears funny but thats comming up.
My Squinch,before the flash made lots of high's and low's on my facial features already not the most pleasant.The Flash itself "sunburned" the high spots and left pale the lows,"Tigerstripes?",and left no hair forward of the ears! No eyebrows eyelashes or sideburns!The fireants work looked like a case of small pox.
whats funny was goin to school and explaining
NO I am not an Auburn fan!
Robert
Occupied Georgia
 
Parked my manual transmission vehicle close in front of the tent. Got up the morning, went to start it to turn on the headlights and warm it up. Did not
have the e-brake on, half asleep I did not realize it was in 1st gear. Depressed the clutch to start it, lets out the clutch and it lunged foward into
the tent. My buddy in the tent woke up very quickly, needless to say.
Fortunatly, it missed his legs. However he was under the vehicle. What a
sight to wake up to. I almost die laughing now everytime I think about seeing
his reaction.
 
While deer hunting: tripped over a rock which sent me face first into a tree and then slid down an embankment.

I thought for sure that I broke my leg but I didn't. Hurt like hell though.

Got a real close up first hand look at tree bark- intertesting at that distance!
 
A friend of mine did this a few years back. Driving down the road and saw a nice sized deer....maybe 5pt. Got out of the car leaned the rifle on the slopping vynle roof of the car. He aimed and pulled the trigger. left a long tear across the entire roof where the bullet had skinned. Missed the deer too.
 
Wet One

I was hunting whitetails in the back woods of eastern Kentucky when I felt the call of nature. A suitable creek was located to receive my deposit. While 'going', I realized my nose was about to run and reached for my handkerchief in my right hand jacket pocket. The other item in that pocket was my box of ammo. When I pulled out the hanky, the box of ammo got snagged and tumbled out. It could be clearly seen on the creek bottom in a couple of feet of water. I was able to use a tree branch and sweep the box to a shallow spot where I could fish it out. I certainly could trust the wet ammo, but fortunately, I had two cartridges in a wrist band. A couple of hours latter I used one of the dry cartridges to harvest a big fat doe. Afterwards, I decided to shoot up the wet ammo. Amazingly, every round went off fine.
Regards,
Duhawki
 
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