A year or two ago, I was pheasant hunting with my 2 nephews, 11, and 14. We kicked up a flock of birds, but didnt get a shot. We noted where they landed, and flushed them again, a short time later, again, too far ahead of us to get a shot. Again, we were able to determine roughly where they had landed, and AGAIN kicked them up. This time, after they had gotten up, I could hear something in the brush still. I postioned my nephews both where I figured a pheasant might fly if I went in after him. After a bit of eyeballing, I spotted a rooster pheasant hunkered down, appearently thinking he was hidden. Little did he know he was actually in arm's reach. I repositioned slightly(so I could make a grab without getting pecked), and warned the boys that if he was gonna fly, it was gonna happen now. I thrust my hands in, and sure enough, grabbed the rooster by the neck from behind! I thrust my new trophy in the air, much to the delight of my nephews. They've always thought Uncle Dave was a pretty good hunter, but little did they know he could successfully hunt pheasants without firing his shotgun!
What's the most bizarre experience or event you've had while hunting?
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double bogey
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A couple of bird dog stories, Had the bird dogs pointing over the edge of a 15' creek bank once. Turned out to be 3 unhappy raccoons. Several years later had a solid point, and 2 tom turkeys flushed. Season was open so I shot one after getting over the huge flush. Dogs didn't know what to think about that.
When I was a kid, we had a dog that would bring us turtles (when we let her run loose, when hunting she was all business. A champion English setter, and my best buddy). We called them terrapins, but they were 2 different colors. one type was black with yellow short lines, the other type was light brown.
When I was a kid, we had a dog that would bring us turtles (when we let her run loose, when hunting she was all business. A champion English setter, and my best buddy). We called them terrapins, but they were 2 different colors. one type was black with yellow short lines, the other type was light brown.
Armored farmer
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While quail hunting a fenceline, the dogs flared wide from the fence and started acting alarmed. As my friend and I approached, we found a nice buck with his head and antlers tangled in a strand of barbed wire. He had been there for days by the gant and hollow look of him.He was laying down with his neck stretched out. I stood gaurd while my buddy used his pliers to untangle him. I think the buck knew we were helping him. or he didn't care any more. After being freed, he wandered off about 50yds and laid back down. We saw him at water before we left the area. I think he recovered.
CoRoMo
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While pheasant hunting once, we had a handful of birds shot and in the pickup and were standing around talking when one of those ringnecks that we thought was dead in the bed of the truck, sprang up and flew skyward as we all watched it head high and far out of sight.
Art Eatman
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A story from my father, from some seventy years ago:
A lady on a deer lease shoots a buck. Goes to it, puts a tag on it, and prepares to field-dress it. However, merely stunned, the buck jumps up and runs--across a fence, into an adjoining ranch.
A hunter sees the buck, shoots the buck, and heads toward it to field-dress it. About that time, here she comes, yelling, "Stop! That's MY buck!"
"What do you mean it's your buck, lady? I just shot the damned thing!"
"It has my tag on it!"
He gets close and sure enough, there's her tag.
"Okay, lady. Anybody can run that fast deserves a buck."
A lady on a deer lease shoots a buck. Goes to it, puts a tag on it, and prepares to field-dress it. However, merely stunned, the buck jumps up and runs--across a fence, into an adjoining ranch.
A hunter sees the buck, shoots the buck, and heads toward it to field-dress it. About that time, here she comes, yelling, "Stop! That's MY buck!"
"What do you mean it's your buck, lady? I just shot the damned thing!"
"It has my tag on it!"
He gets close and sure enough, there's her tag.
"Okay, lady. Anybody can run that fast deserves a buck."
huntsman
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I remember a story in an old Outdoor Life about a guy who shot a buck then hung his rifle on the rack for pics and the buck go up and ran away with the rifle. 
so the story goes...Wife was complaining about not getting to go hunting and wanted to share the experience. So after a while, he gives in and set her down in a good spot. Then goes a few hundred yards away. As soon as he sits down...he hears a boom. So he goes to check on her. She seems to be arguing with someone, he says...Okay lady, you can have your deer, just let me get the saddle off!
iShoot17
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This comment and the one by Art Eatman remind me of a video some hunting buddies sent me a while back! I laughed very hard for some time after watching this countless times.I remember a story in an old Outdoor Life about a guy who shot a buck then hung his rifle on the rack for pics and the buck go up and ran away with the rifle.
http://www.guns.com/2013/11/20/noob-hunter-screams-like-girl-sees-dead-deer-video/
I was once driving along a jeep track on the side of a steep hill while deer hunting. I spotted a young bear in the creek below. I stopped the truck and the bear scrambled up the hillside and "hid" behind a bush the size of an office chair. You could tell he thought he was hidden, unaware that his butt and his head were clearly visible. I didn't have a bear tag, but it didn't matter because I was laughing too hard to shoot anyway.
hardluk1
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Had to think if anything was worthy of reading about. Maybe , This is a funny thing to see to me.
Hunting off the south side of I-75 and co-951 some 40+ years ago it was a good place for hogs but a deer or bear could be seen too. I stalked mainly back then as it was very close to home and you drive a 4x4 to get your what ever. One day out slow stalk'nI heard a deep sounding Thump. A few minutes goes by, another Thump. So I started covering ground at a fast walk to see what the heck it was, maybe some one hurt ! I covered about a 1/2 mile and the sound was close enough you would think you could hear it so its stalk time.
I get up to a point I scanning for something on the ground then I should be able to see . It was a bear about 200lbs was up in the head of a cabbage palm putting his paws around the top of the cabbage , about 6 feet off the ground and rocking back and forth try'n to rip the top out of it. He would slip away and go THUMP on the ground. Roll over get up shake it off walk around in a circle for a minute and climb back up and go at it again. That was the last attempt as he got the heart of palm out of it. Some of you guys have had heart of Plam right??
That bear then layed on the ground and started chewing away. I was watching across a 50 yard paire area with bino's so I turned a stalked away. befor he saw or caught wind of me.
Very cool to get to see that and never heard it again. But for a south florida hunter we all have seen smaller cabbage palms with the heads bent over and died with the centers gone. Now I know way.
Hunting off the south side of I-75 and co-951 some 40+ years ago it was a good place for hogs but a deer or bear could be seen too. I stalked mainly back then as it was very close to home and you drive a 4x4 to get your what ever. One day out slow stalk'nI heard a deep sounding Thump. A few minutes goes by, another Thump. So I started covering ground at a fast walk to see what the heck it was, maybe some one hurt ! I covered about a 1/2 mile and the sound was close enough you would think you could hear it so its stalk time.
I get up to a point I scanning for something on the ground then I should be able to see . It was a bear about 200lbs was up in the head of a cabbage palm putting his paws around the top of the cabbage , about 6 feet off the ground and rocking back and forth try'n to rip the top out of it. He would slip away and go THUMP on the ground. Roll over get up shake it off walk around in a circle for a minute and climb back up and go at it again. That was the last attempt as he got the heart of palm out of it. Some of you guys have had heart of Plam right??
That bear then layed on the ground and started chewing away. I was watching across a 50 yard paire area with bino's so I turned a stalked away. befor he saw or caught wind of me.
Very cool to get to see that and never heard it again. But for a south florida hunter we all have seen smaller cabbage palms with the heads bent over and died with the centers gone. Now I know way.
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With nothing more than my hunting knife, killed an Antelope in hand-to-hand combat.
Son shot a nice buck that we thought was dead, only it dropped and was just stunned, bullet grazed his back. Reached for a horn to inspect the critter....low and behold it jumped to it's feet and tried to run. I wasn't about to let go, wrestled it to the ground, sort of like bull dogging a steer. As I sat on it's side, reached for my knife and cut it's throat. Son and the guide looked on in astonished disbelief. I'm sure he had a fun telling the folks at the local coffee shop about that one.
Son shot a nice buck that we thought was dead, only it dropped and was just stunned, bullet grazed his back. Reached for a horn to inspect the critter....low and behold it jumped to it's feet and tried to run. I wasn't about to let go, wrestled it to the ground, sort of like bull dogging a steer. As I sat on it's side, reached for my knife and cut it's throat. Son and the guide looked on in astonished disbelief. I'm sure he had a fun telling the folks at the local coffee shop about that one.
Armored farmer
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I took my family to Lake Burton, Ga for a week vacation. We watched a Lab playing and swimming on a dock in our cove. The next morning I had gone fishing in the boat at dawn. In the dim morning light, I could see a black spot moving across the lake. I assumed it was the Lab I had seen the day before. Since he was at the widest part of the lake I was afraid that he would run out of steam before he reached the shore. I decided I would rescue him, and locate his owner. As I drew near I realized the "Lab" had rounded ears.....and was actually about a 150# black bear.
I backed off and watched as he finally made it to the shore. He must have swam 3/4 of a mile. He was obviously exhausted, but he eventually scrambled up the bank and disappeared.
I backed off and watched as he finally made it to the shore. He must have swam 3/4 of a mile. He was obviously exhausted, but he eventually scrambled up the bank and disappeared.
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Not really hunting but sort of.....
Had been shooting BB guns when young.
Older man, ex Navy Cap, uncle of a friend was asked to shoot.
He said ,,I used to be pretty good with my old Daisy lever just like that one.
He picked up my Daisy and saw a Butterfly fluttering around about 30ft away.
Flicked the lever and hip shot that Butterfly, gave me back me gun and said" that was fun" and walked off leaving all of us kids open mouthed.
Never saw him again.....might have been luck... but we will never know.
Still amazed when I think of it.
Had been shooting BB guns when young.
Older man, ex Navy Cap, uncle of a friend was asked to shoot.
He said ,,I used to be pretty good with my old Daisy lever just like that one.
He picked up my Daisy and saw a Butterfly fluttering around about 30ft away.
Flicked the lever and hip shot that Butterfly, gave me back me gun and said" that was fun" and walked off leaving all of us kids open mouthed.
Never saw him again.....might have been luck... but we will never know.
Still amazed when I think of it.
witchhunter
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I shot a big muley buck back in the late 80's. I spotted him in his bed, snuck up on him and shot him while he was still laying there about 125 yards. He didn't even wiggle, just laid his head down. I hiked over there and I could see him the whole time, he didn't move. I took off my pack, got out my camera, ready to take some photos before I dressed him. Laid the camera on my pack and put my rifle in his horns. When I did that, he tried to take off! I jumped on him like a bronc rider, he was shot through both the front shoulders, so thankfully his front end wasn't working so good. I am still amazed at how strong he was. He couldn't get all the way up, but he kept jumping forward using his back legs. I wasn't letting go of those horns to grab my rifle, so it became a standoff. My rifle by now was dangling off one antler by the sling. Three or four jumps and he was done for, so I could grab my rifle and bail off. He was dead, I was exhausted, laying there in the mud, sometimes you just need an audience! All I could think of the whole time was, he was going to run off with my rifle, how was I going to explain that!
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