Well I was hunting the WMA here in SC last week and had a pretty good spot. I haven't had a chance to scout this area so I was going in blind. I did however hunt this spot last year and knew where the birds like to hang out. So wed. morning I got set up in the woods around 5:30 am and heard 5 gobble. Well luck wasn't on my side that day. Neither was it Thursday morning either. But with both days hunted I had a good idea were they roosted and were they were going when they hit the ground. So I made my game plan for Fri morning and well someone else beat me to my spot. So I had a change of plan come into effect. I went to another spot that I never been to before. I heard a few birds in the long distance so I decided to move on out and see if I could go around to get closer to those birds. As I was walking out 7:30 am I heard a bird in the distance but yet kinda close. So I took off running to were I heard him gobbling. Man he was on fire!!!!!! I moved down into the creek were he was, to close the distance. I hit my crow call and he thunder stuck, was about 150 yards from me. I leaned my camo gun against the tree were I planned to sit and ran up about 20 yards and put my decoys out. I let out a few yelps with some clucks and he answered. When I turned around to go back to get my gun I could NOT find it. This gobbler was by himself and was closing the distance quickly. I am walking back and forth looking at every tree for my gun and still could not find it. Then he thunder struck he was less than 60 yards coming through the grass along the bottom looking for some love and all I could do is kick myself in the butt for laying my gun against a tree and walking away from it. Then I heard the sound no one likes to hear putt putt putt putt puttputt puttputtputtputt and the game was over. You know I walked around for 30 minutes looking for my gun after that gobbler left before I found my gun. Yep!!!! RIGHT were I left it against a oak tree about 20 yards for the decoys. Talk about being fired up man a I was upset, but after thinking about a little while later it pretty darn funny!!!!!
yeah memories with ur dad ,relatives or any good friend will be not forgotten.. nice stories.. though :lol:
Great story. I lost my 1100 one day squirrel hunting.
...Too many to list in one thread.....
Two years ago I drive home 180 miles and after unpacking the truck I realized I drove off without my beloved Beretta. After frantically telling my wife she said alright we're driving back to NE and hope it's still in the parking area of the WMA. To make a long story short it was lying there in a couple of inches of snow. I had leaned it against the front tire of the truck and then took off my vest and forgot to put it in the truck. Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!
For the past couple of years I've been trying to figure out a way to get across two creeks that are about 20 feet wide and way to deep for waders. The grass is always greener on the other side. Right? Well, this year I bought an 8 foot, pump up raft; the kind you might get your kids in their preteen years for water fun. Well after it arrived at the house, pumping it up and thinking about it a little more I said to myself, 'hellsbells' I said, 'I'm 69 years old and can barely get up after setting against a tree for an hour, how am I going to get in and out of this thing with all the other turkey hunting stuff without falling or flipping into the creek. Next week I'll determine if this will be one of the dumbest turkey hunting things I've done. I'll let you know how if went or if I chicken out. :-\
have had to look hard a few times for a camo gun at day break :agreed: BUT, the dumbest thing i use to do is to walk in the dark with a loaded gun. after an awakening experience [in the daytime], i seldom walk anytime with a fully loaded gun..
Blackquack = don't forget your scuba gear! :anim_25:
While deer hunting, I walked away from my set up to pee, without taking my rifle. And just like clockwork, here they come. About a flock and a half, and all I could do was shake it at them..Mike :fud:
several years ago me and a buddy laid out of school to go turkey hunting and we were on on way back to the truck to try another spot when a bird blew our hats off close!. he popped his head up at about 40 yards and my buddy smoked him or so we thought. Just about the time we were starting to celebrate the bird started to try to fly off. and the race to get him started. My buddy took off at a dead run and didnt know that there was a washout in the road and tumbled right on his head and told me to go get him so I took off at a dead sprint that any runner would have been proud of. about the time i got to the bird i saw a 6 strand barb wire fence between me and him. Now those who know me I'm not little so you cant stop a train going full speed in a couple feet so I tried to jump the 6 strand of fence...You see where this is going. Needless to say I dint clear the fence and laid the fence complety down posts and all. It caught me about mid thigh and took a hunk out of my leg. my buddy finally made it up to and when he saw my leg he about lost it. he helped me to the truck and we had to go to his house to doctor my leg. Of course his mom was home she looked at my leg and told me we need to go to the dr for stitches. I didnt want to go to the DR because we were skipping school. so she made me sit down so she could look at my leg. when I did her husband came and held me down so I could not get up and she poured a whole bottle of alcohol on it..( wish I had went to the DR) It took almost 4 months for my leg to heal and still have a nasty scar and the bird got away.
so the dumbest thing I have done while hunting it trying to be a High jumper and trying to clear a tall fence.
I thought long and hard about admitting this ,but. I pooped on my jacket one morning. :bike2:
Quote from: redarrow on April 19, 2011, 12:56:40 PM
I thought long and hard about admitting this ,but. I pooped on my jacket one morning. :bike2:
:TooFunny: :TooFunny: :TooFunny: I just about fell outta my chair when I read that one.
Quote from: Basser69 on April 19, 2011, 01:22:04 PM
Quote from: redarrow on April 19, 2011, 12:56:40 PM
I thought long and hard about admitting this ,but. I pooped on my jacket one morning. :bike2:
:TooFunny: :TooFunny: :TooFunny: I just about fell outta my chair when I read that one.
That makes 2 of us Basser.
Redarrow, I've had friends do the same thing
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Can't say I've done that one yet...but on a very cold morning deer hunting we had a guy crap in his union suit. Guess he didn't get it down far enough and well you know the rest. We all knew what happened when he came up over the hill with that red union suit held out to his side in one hand.
I loaded the boat one night to go duck hunting in the morning. I even put the gun in the gun locker. The next morning I got up drove 60 miles to the boat ramp, went for a 20 minute boat ride, put out 5 dozen decoys, raised the blind on the boat, and pulled the gun case out of the gun box. When I took the gun out of the gun case I had a trigger lock on it with no key. No key in the boat, in my pocket, my truck, only at home. Now that did stink.
I watched wood ducks, teal, and gadwalls all come into the decoys. All I could do was laugh and call my wife to tell her how stupid I was.
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Quote from: redarrow on April 19, 2011, 12:56:40 PM
I thought long and hard about admitting this ,but. I pooped on my jacket one morning. :bike2:
:TooFunny: :TooFunny: :TooFunny: I just about fell outta my chair when I read that one.
My co-workers are wanting to know what I just busted out laughing about
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I had one of the kids with me last year that had to seek the call of nature and after he got through doing his business he proceeded to steep in it, litterally. Well, he got in the tent chair with me and in less than 30 seconds, he was hunting in his socks and his boots were thrown about 30 yards away.
redarrow, I thought I was the only one. This past deer season I answered the call right on the unzipped leg of my coveralls.
I could write a book! But one of the dumbest things I can remember is a friend and I once parked our truck in a dry sandy creek bed in central Florida because it helped hide the truck. During our hunt it came a big flash flood. There were boat cushions floating in the back of the bed.
This story is about my buddy. We where archery hunting on moring and we stopped at McD.s Well we got to the property and by this time he was about locked up with poop pains... He didn't want to use leaves, no paper in the truck, and no towles in the tool box... so what does any respectable man to when in need... asks his buddy for his knife... why might you ask? the next thing i know he's got camo dropped and is cutting away at his long john while making his way to the woods.... I did what any great friend would do. I took out my phone and took a pile of pics of him cutting up his long johns and scurying away to deal with the call of the wild. man I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard...
Quote from: guesswho on April 19, 2011, 05:16:08 PM
I could write a book! But one of the dumbest things I can remember is a friend and I once parked our truck in a dry sandy creek bed in central Florida because it helped hide the truck. During our hunt it came a big flash flood. There were boat cushions floating in the back of the bed.
was that at fishing creek ????? saw that happen there years ago w/ a brand new ford pickup...all the poor guy was worried about was what his wife was going say..
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Quote from: guesswho on April 19, 2011, 05:16:08 PM
I could write a book! But one of the dumbest things I can remember is a friend and I once parked our truck in a dry sandy creek bed in central Florida because it helped hide the truck. During our hunt it came a big flash flood. There were boat cushions floating in the back of the bed.
was that at fishing creek ????? saw that happen there years ago w/ a brand new ford pickup...all the poor guy was worried about was what his wife was going say..
Real close, Avon Park. No, wasn't us. We didn't care what our Wifes were going to say. Especially me, wasn't my truck ;D
The dumbest thing I've ever done while hunting was take my brothering with me and not explain the importance of movement and color. We had a gobbler come from about 200 yards out around this bowl to 60 yards out gobbling his head off. Some thick vegetation was keeping us from seeing him so he stayed down in the bowl gobbling. My brother-in-law gets impatient and pulls out a Marborlo light and starts smoking with the gobbler so close.
A friend of mine was given a new pair of cammo coveralls for Christmas . The next morning he got the urge and carefully crossed the arms of his new coveralls on the ground . When he got up he saw that he had laid the whole thing right on the sleeves. His decision was to cut the sleeves off. When he came home that night his wife asked what in the world happened . He told her he had gotten hot. She thought a second and asked iwhy he only got hot on his arms.
I have gone hunting with no gun in the vehicle,more than once never loaded that gun. Many turkey hunts I have botched were worse than dumb. I could call it stupidity on my part but I always blame it on the turkey not doing what it was supposed to do. There are many good tales here and if enough people share their stories it will make a book.
My stepbrother decided to field dress a coyote that he had shot during bear season. Don't know what smells worse, poop in your jacket or the inside of a coyote. Still bust on him for that one.
Well I haven't done anything dumb in the turkey woods yet,,, but a few years ago I baught a 14ft Bassboat with a 85 horse Mercury, me and my brother carried it to the lake and put it in the water and took off, we got about 8 miles up the lake in a river channel and started to fish when I noticed the boat was sinking, and it did, there was nothing sticking out of the water except for 4ft of the bow. I had put the plug in backwards and she popped out somewhere, we lost everything, thank goodness for some guys close by who towed us to shore and helped get the boat turned right and towed us the 8 miles back to the dock, I haven't been back on the lake since.
Quote from: Beretta686 on April 19, 2011, 03:40:47 PMWhen I took the gun out of the gun case I had a trigger lock on it with no key. No key in the boat, in my pocket, my truck, only at home. Now that did stink.
Stink?? ??? That musta SUCKED!!!! :lol: But, what else can you do but laugh in that situation. (after you were through cursing!! :lol: :toothy12: )
I've done
many things that were stupid in the woods, but thankfully I haven't pooped on my jacket. :TooFunny: HOWEVER, my dumbest hunting moment ever did involve poop!!! ;D My dad taught me how to duck hunt, but all the other disciplines of hunting are self-taught. When it came to deer hunting, I watched the TV shows & videos, read the magazines & books, then headed to the woods. A couple of seasons into my deer hunting career, I found my first scrape!! I thought, WOW, this is it!! This is one of those scrapes I've heard about. All I have to do is set up watching it and sooner or later, I'll kill a buck!! :D
So I set my stand and sit. Nothing.
Next day. Same thing, nothing
3rd day, nothing.
4th day, still nothing.
5th day, I'm starting to get discouraged and doubt this scrape hunting stuff. So after the morning hunt, I walk over to the scrape to see if there had been any night time activity. As I approach the scrape, I notice something white in it that I hadn't seen before. As I get up close, I realize the white is toilet paper. :o No friends, I hadn't been hunting my first scrape. I had been hunting,
FOR 5 DAYS!!!, a human poop!!!! :-[ Some guy had taken a dump in the woods, and then kicked leaves and dirt over it, making it appear to be a scrape. So I had wasted 5 days of my life hunting some guy's pile of poop!! :TooFunny: :TooFunny: :TooFunny:
I got all the way to where I was going one morning, got all my stuff on and ready to go, only to learn I had left my gun at home leaned up against the wall by the back door.... :newmascot:
Redarrow I am so glad you admitted that. Now I don't feel so bad about admitting the time I ever so carefully climbed atop a rootball in a flooded swamp to talk to a man about a horse. Ever mindful of the complications associated with such a task while wearing chest waders and perched over waist deep water. Upon completion I stood tall, reached back and flipped the suspender straps back over my shoulders only then to discover they had not stayed in their negotiated spot.
Then there was the time I was caught in mid conversation with the same man about the same horse by a gobble not 75 yards away. I quickly made arrangements to get my pants up and shimmy around the tree enough to be in position. Upon shooting the turkey I jumped up to run out to him only to take 10 or 12 steps and fall flat on my face when my un-fastened pants dropped around my ankles.
The absolute best though was 2 years ago...hunting with a good buddy. We moved in on a bird he had roosted the evening before. We went in extra early on a dark night. The lay of the land was such that he wanted me to sit about 50 yards behind his right shoulder to cover the other side of a knoll. Sure enough, the bird flew down and came to the right working it's way up the knoll headed towards me. Suddenly I heard putting and the sound of a turkey running off through the dry leaves. He turned around to look at me and I just threw my hands up with a puzzled expression on my face. He then asked me to check out my headlamp, at which point I reached up to find I had not only left it on my hat, but turned on with 2 bright LEDs just shining away.
I could go on and on and on....
i was hunting fort Campell a few years back and shot a buck right at dark.you have to be out of the woods by a certain time or you get suspended.i knew better but i left the deer laying after i drug it a hundred yards or so because i didn't have my knife so i went back to get it and the 4 wheeler.I hunted harder for that deer after it was dead than when it was alive.
The only thing I can think of now is when I was walking to my stand in archery season and halfway in my light went out. It was so dark out I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I was feeling around the ground to find a log to sit on and finally did. While I was sitting there in the dark I heard something walking towards me and I started getting scared. I just started yelling like a little girl and whatever it was stopped or left. It was very unnerving. :o ;D
Oh man, thanks for the stories guys, I'm laughing so hard I'm crying.
I trusted a fart while checking the turkey cams this year. Big mistake. I didn't have a pocket knife so I got down in the gullie and stripped. I came out without my boxers and both socks.
I convinced my buddy to quit using a 20 single shot and use a 12 gauge. He got his granddads old Winchester pump which needed a good cleaning. While trying to shuck a shell in, it didn't want to ratchet forward. So he put the barrell against my floorboard and switched hands. Now with his left hand on the grip and right hand on the fore stock he should be able to make a quick snap and shove it forward. Well, the old pump winchesters don't have the trigger saftely of modern guns and will fire when fully forward if the trigger is down during the pumping action. Luckily the exhaust pipe caught the blast and not the tranny.
A friend of mine said he buddy killed a tom out in front of his decoy and got up to get him. He had to cross a fence to his left , walk down the fence then cross back over into the field where the bird was. As he walked down the fence he saw a big red head in the wheat and quickly dispatched another shell to keep him down for good. The next thing he saw was his decoy spinning around in circles.
Dumbest thing I ever did was take my wife hunting. Now she has the bug and i think I'll be spending all my time tracking up her deer and roosting her turkeys. Hehe, I love it.
Quote from: Crutch on April 20, 2011, 10:02:26 PMI trusted a fart while checking the turkey cams this year. Big mistake.
Funniest thing i've read in a long time.
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Probably not the dumbest, but the funniest, I took my wife hunting, we arrived at my spot a little early so we sat in the truck listening to the radio, as I went over everything, making sure she was ready, and had everything she needed, she doesnt hunt much so she always wears some old camo of mine to make do, well I see that she doesnt have her face mask so I dig around in my vest to find her one, (it seems I have one in every pocket) ang give it to her to go ahead and put down around her neck, so after a few minutes I tell her ok its time to go and I get out of the truck, and wait by the tail gate, and I wait and wait, so I go around and open the door on her side to see what the hold up is, and the look on her face, like catching a kid with there hand in the cookie jar. In her playing with the head net in the dark , she had left it on over her face, and then decided to spit her chewing gum out, when I opened the truck door, she had gum all matted in the head net and strung out from both hands into about 3 fingers in each hand, she looked so helpless, I laughed till I was crying
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Quote from: Crutch on April 20, 2011, 10:02:26 PMI trusted a fart while checking the turkey cams this year. Big mistake.
Funniest thing i've read in a long time.
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i'm laughing so hard my back cracked...... that's is freakin hillarious... :TooFunny: :TooFunny: :TooFunny: