Craziest hunt

20-25 years ago one of my buddies and I were driving around one night and turned into a field full of pigs. I handed him a 357 magnum as I closed distance and trailed behind one in the mule. He emptied the revolver so we went back to the cabin and grabbed a 357 lever gun and returned to the same field, to my surprise they were still there so we did the same thing, again until he was empty. So we went back again, found a box of buckshot and filled the tube on a 12 ga and headed back. To my amazement, they were still there. Again, closing the distance, close enough the dirt they were kicking up was landing on us behind them and he went through the box of buckshot.

Total dead 0. My ribs hurt from laughing so much though. He drives now.

I’ve been shot.

BigBore44 said:

I’ve been shot.

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Harry Whittington style?

BigBore44 said:

I’ve been shot.

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Didn't want to bring this one up. I dropped a hen woody into a mulberry bush, and Dad and I circled it, trying to get a shot. Dad saw the duck and shot. I was on the exact opposite side. Most of what hit my duck coat was dirt and bark, but enough pellets hit it that I blurted out a phrase Eddie Murphy says everyone says when they're shot. My Dad let me get away with calling him that "just this once." Haven't tried again in 33 years. He did have the hen mounted for me, along with the drake he downed at the same time.

BigBore44 said:

I’ve been shot.

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Not enough information. I'm sure there's a story that we all want to hear.
As they say, "what gun, what caliber, etc.?"

Sorry it took so long to get back to you all. I have a brand new litter up puppies (born yesterday) and they are a handful. Cute as can be though. Catahoula and Saint Dane. Gonna be giants.

It happened duck hunting several years ago. Was supposed to go with 3 other buddies. They were pretty new to hunting and I had been “mentoring” them on how to call, set out spreads, make blinds, etc. Well, you can’t mentor them if they don’t show up to go hunting.

So I show up to the spot where we were going to meet and wait until 45 minutes before first light. I’ve already driven 45 minutes to get there. I make the appropriate “get your @&$ out of bed” calls and no one answered. So I decided I’d go by myself. 4 full bags of duck decoys, 2 full bags of Canadian floaters, and about a mile walk. I hate when your buddies don’t show.

So anyways, I’m hunting a back water slew on public land. It’s always been a producer even if it’s not a secret. So I’m out there right after sun up. It’s not a perfect day, but after that walk in, I’m invested. Got all my decoys set out just how I want them. And the birds start flying in. I get 2 on the ground in minutes and then I see a guy walking over the hill with a shotgun, dog, and a small decoy bag.

He proceeds to look right at me, and put out his 6 decoys directly across the creek from me, about 70 yards. I’ve got out at least 60 ducks and a dozen Canadians. This particular place I've learned you need a lot of decoys. I’ve even shot snows and specs back there. Well, it’s public land. So I guess we’re hunting across from each other. Birds fly in, he calls, they bail. Birds fly over, he sky shoots, they bail. Birds fly into my spread, I shoot, they fall (obviously not all of them). Eventually it got to the point he would just walk around and shoot so the birds wouldn’t come into my spread. This dude was a real jerk.

So it’s about 10:00 now. I haven’t filled my limit. He hasn’t shot a bird. I’m ready to go home. Looking across the creek, I see he’s picking up his decoys (it’s about bloody time). Gets them all sacked up and turns to walk out of the water. Now, I haven’t said a word to this guy all morning. Not one. He then turns around, shoulders his shotgun, and proceeds to put two shots into my decoys and then points the gun at me. “This mother f...BOOM!!!”

I turned just as he shot. Pellets ripped through my parka, cut my hand, and one of them got me in the ear. You ever had your ear flicked real hard when it’s really cold outside? This felt like that. Just more localized. And just like that he turned and left. I’d have returned fire but he had a dog. And I’m not shooting a dog because of its owner. I called the game wardens. No answer. Then I called the sheriff. They said their deputies were on the other side of the county and to give them a description. They would get one there as soon as they could. I cursed and just hung up. I mean, what kind of description was I going to give? He looked like a duck hunter. Called my buddies again and low and behold they’re awake now. Well thanks a-holes. And “pawpaw” as they like to call me because I’m 9 years older than them, ripped them a new one about what happened. They haven’t no call/no showed since. And I always carry a few slugs when I go duck hunting now. SOB ruined 5 of my ducks and 2 of the Canadians. And I still had to pack everything up and walk back to my truck.

Anybody want to guess what was waiting on me at my truck? A game warden (anyone guess correctly?). As I’m walking up I asked if he had any missed calls from a particular number. I’m pissed and he knows it. He looked at his phone. “Yep. I sure do. Was that you?”
“Yeah. I called you because I just got shot down there by another hunter. Thanks for answering” as I showed him my hand. The walk back had only made the situation worse. It gave me time to think about all the things I wanted to do to that guy. And then seeing the person I needed just sitting in his truck. He then asked if I needed medical attention and ....what the guy looked like.....The day just sucked all around. We ended up talking awhile and it all worked out. I think he knew I needed to vent. And he genuinely felt bad. He was actually there to give me a warning about driving on a “No Access” road that wasn’t posted.
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I’ve been shot AT three times. But never drew blood until that day.

BigBore44 said:

Sorry it took so long to get back to you all. I have a brand new litter up puppies (born yesterday) and they are a handful. Cute as can be though. Catahoula and Saint Dane. Gonna be giants.

It happened duck hunting several years ago. Was supposed to go with 3 other buddies. They were pretty new to hunting and I had been “mentoring” them on how to call, set out spreads, make blinds, etc. Well, you can’t mentor them if they don’t show up to go hunting.

So I show up to the spot where we were going to meet and wait until 45 minutes before first light. I’ve already driven 45 minutes to get there. I make the appropriate “get your @&$ out of bed” calls and no one answered. So I decided I’d go by myself. 4 full bags of duck decoys, 2 full bags of Canadian floaters, and about a mile walk. I hate when your buddies don’t show.

So anyways, I’m hunting a back water slew on public land. It’s always been a producer even if it’s not a secret. So I’m out there right after sun up. It’s not a perfect day, but after that walk in, I’m invested. Got all my decoys set out just how I want them. And the birds start flying in. I get 2 on the ground in minutes and then I see a guy walking over the hill with a shotgun, dog, and a small decoy bag.

He proceeds to look right at me, and put out his 6 decoys directly across the creek from me, about 70 yards. I’ve got out at least 60 ducks and a dozen Canadians. This particular place I've learned you need a lot of decoys. I’ve even shot snows and specs back there. Well, it’s public land. So I guess we’re hunting across from each other. Birds fly in, he calls, they bail. Birds fly over, he sky shoots, they bail. Birds fly into my spread, I shoot, they fall (obviously not all of them). Eventually it got to the point he would just walk around and shoot so the birds wouldn’t come into my spread. This dude was a real jerk.

So it’s about 10:00 now. I haven’t filled my limit. He hasn’t shot a bird. I’m ready to go home. Looking across the creek, I see he’s picking up his decoys (it’s about bloody time). Gets them all sacked up and turns to walk out of the water. Now, I haven’t said a word to this guy all morning. Not one. He then turns around, shoulders his shotgun, and proceeds to put two shots into my decoys and then points the gun at me. “This mother f...BOOM!!!”

I turned just as he shot. Pellets ripped through my parka, cut my hand, and one of them got me in the ear. You ever had your ear flicked real hard when it’s really cold outside? This felt like that. Just more localized. And just like that he turned and left. I’d have returned fire but he had a dog. And I’m not shooting a dog because of its owner. I called the game wardens. No answer. Then I called the sheriff. They said their deputies were on the other side of the county and to give them a description. They would get one there as soon as they could. I cursed and just hung up. I mean, what kind of description was I going to give? He looked like a duck hunter. Called my buddies again and low and behold they’re awake now. Well thanks a-holes. And “pawpaw” as they like to call me because I’m 9 years older than them, ripped them a new one about what happened. They haven’t no call/no showed since. And I always carry a few slugs when I go duck hunting now. SOB ruined 5 of my ducks and 2 of the Canadians. And I still had to pack everything up and walk back to my truck.

Anybody want to guess what was waiting on me at my truck? A game warden (anyone guess correctly?). As I’m walking up I asked if he had any missed calls from a particular number. I’m pissed and he knows it. He looked at his phone. “Yep. I sure do. Was that you?”
“Yeah. I called you because I just got shot down there by another hunter. Thanks for answering” as I showed him my hand. The walk back had only made the situation worse. It gave me time to think about all the things I wanted to do to that guy. And then seeing the person I needed just sitting in his truck. He then asked if I needed medical attention and ....what the guy looked like.....The day just sucked all around. We ended up talking awhile and it all worked out. I think he knew I needed to vent. And he genuinely felt bad. He was actually there to give me a warning about driving on a “No Access” road that wasn’t posted.
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I’ve been shot AT three times. But never drew blood.

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Likewise. I posted them so many times in other threads, though. None were directly at me, or at a distance further than lethal, so like you, I didn't fire back.

Me and 6 friends had just finished a deer drive and were all standing around in the Middle of a logging road planning our next drive passed around a shared cup of coffee. I was to be a stander so started walking down the logging road I got about 15 yards from the group and noticed something black and Shiny in the pucker brush next to the road. Put the scope on it and an eyeball and set of horns materialized. I shot and the guys all jumped and started hollering at me. I went into the brush and dragged out a basket racked 8 point. The guys couldn't believe that buck held so tight while we stood there shooting the bull for 15 minutes. I joked with them "Damn guys do I have to do the driving and standing shooting all by myself". We had a good laugh as they helped me drag it back to the truck and put my gun away to be a driver for the rest of the day. That buck wasn't 10 yards off the logging road. They are amazingly cunning creatures.

entropy said:

Likewise. I posted them so many times in other threads, though. None were directly at me, or at a distance further than lethal, so like you, I didn't fire back.

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I've been peppered at least a dozen times on dove fields. The only time a guy didn't pay any attention to my warning not to shoot low, he shot me again about 10 minutes later. I called out to him, "Hey a$$h..., see how you like it.", and purposely peppered him. He turned and left the field.

My grandfather always had his own ideas of what was right, but this time it worked out.

We had been doing driven hunts at his club. He was too old to be a driver so he was standing on the line when a nice buck tried to slip past the end of the line down the road a ways. He saw it and took a shot with his Browning shotgun loaded with 000 buckshot. One shot and the deer fell exactly where it was hit. We paced it off from where he was standing to the deer and it came to 110 yards. A single pellet had hit the buck, but that hit was in the spine just above its shoulders so it was DRT.

We all gave him a ration about taking such an irresponsible shot, but he'd killed it clean so it was a good shot as far as he was concerned.

Here’s mine. Few years back I was hunting hard every single day from morning to night the week of Christmas. It was one of those weeks where it’s hovering just above freezing, drizzling rain, and everything is a muddy wreck.

After several days a being wet and frozen, and not seeing a thing I decided I was gonna catch up on some sleep and just go on an afternoon hunt.

Well, it was around 7 am and I was enjoying being warm and dry under my covers. Dog starts barking in the backyard. I get up, take a peek outside, and low and behold.... My dog’s in a standoff with a really nice 8 point along the wood line about 60 yards out from my back porch.

Open the door, stepped out onto the porch (wearing boxers and nothing else) and popped that buck square in the chest.

It’s wild how you can devote entire weeks to hunting in miserable, bone numbing conditions and then take an excellent buck literally as you roll out of bed.

But that’s how it happened!

md7 said:

Open the door, stepped out onto the porch (wearing boxers and nothing else) and popped that buck square in the chest.

It’s wild how you can devote entire weeks to hunting in miserable, bone numbing conditions and then take an excellent buck literally as you roll out of bed.

But that’s how it happened!

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Luck is where you find it.

I set up my turkey blind in a new location after failing to get a turkey in it's previous location. I had spotted turkeys in that area and hoped my abrupt move into the location didn't forewarn the turkeys. A few days later I was joined by a buddy before daylight and waited for the sun to rise. Heard Toms gobbling back in the woods, so called a couple of times. Attracted hens first so allowed them to be my decoys along with my jake and 2 hen decoys. I'm watching the woods closely and see the Toms fly off the roost and head directly at us. All six Toms landed right in my decoy spread. My buddy had one tag and I had two. We filled all three in about 10 seconds.

md7 said:

Here’s mine. Few years back I was hunting hard every single day from morning to night the week of Christmas. It was one of those weeks where it’s hovering just above freezing, drizzling rain, and everything is a muddy wreck.

After several days a being wet and frozen, and not seeing a thing I decided I was gonna catch up on some sleep and just go on an afternoon hunt.

Well, it was around 7 am and I was enjoying being warm and dry under my covers. Dog starts barking in the backyard. I get up, take a peek outside, and low and behold.... My dog’s in a standoff with a really nice 8 point along the wood line about 60 yards out from my back porch.

Open the door, stepped out onto the porch (wearing boxers and nothing else) and popped that buck square in the chest.

It’s wild how you can devote entire weeks to hunting in miserable, bone numbing conditions and then take an excellent buck literally as you roll out of bed.

But that’s how it happened!

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You reminded me of one. I have told it before but I was working night shift and as such missed the mornings turkey hunting. After one night of exhausting work on one of the hardest jobs in the place I got home and was in the shower. Turkeys gobbling loud and close enough I could hear it over the shower and the little radio I had on. I was home alone and knew it so I eased out of the shower and saw the turkey in the front yard. Grabbed the shotgun from the bedroom and chambered a shell. Completely naked and dripping wet I opened the door and stuck the gun out. I shot the biggest turkey I have killed to date in my birthday suit, finished my shower, and then went out in the yard to pick him up.

WestKentucky said:

You reminded me of one. I have told it before but I was working night shift and as such missed the mornings turkey hunting. After one night of exhausting work on one of the hardest jobs in the place I got home and was in the shower. Turkeys gobbling loud and close enough I could hear it over the shower and the little radio I had on. I was home alone and knew it so I eased out of the shower and saw the turkey in the front yard. Grabbed the shotgun from the bedroom and chambered a shell. Completely naked and dripping wet I opened the door and stuck the gun out. I shot the biggest turkey I have killed to date in my birthday suit, finished my shower, and then went out in the yard to pick him up.

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Man that’s awesome. Crazy how it works out sometimes.

Patocazador said:

I've been peppered at least a dozen times on dove fields. The only time a guy didn't pay any attention to my warning not to shoot low, he shot me again about 10 minutes later. I called out to him, "Hey a$$h..., see how you like it.", and purposely peppered him. He turned and left the field.

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I have been peppered on the dove fields too and let me tell you it is not pleasant. Safety glasses during dove season is an essential in my book.

KsSkaEnthusiast said:

I have been peppered on the dove fields too and let me tell you it is not pleasant. Safety glasses during dove season is an essential in my book.

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And a baseball cap over the top of the glasses to keep raining shot from getting to the eyeballs. Useful for minimizing sun too!

No killing involved but all camo'd up, Fall turkey hunting, sitting statue-still against a tree, I had a young buck walk over to me. The wind was over his back and into my face, so he didn't smell me. But he kept coming closer and closer, tilting his head sideways looking at me. If I could've seen the thought bubble over his head it would've said, "You are not a tree, what the heck are you?". He came within 4 feet, with a miserable rack, the right side actually growing out and downward. A cull buck if you ever saw one. At my fingertips was a 12g with a turkey load chambered and a hand gun that would've easily done the job. But he stayed there looking at me, then ate some grass, then kept looking at me for well over a minute, that close. I let him walk.

HoploDad said:

No killing involved but all camo'd up, Fall turkey hunting, sitting statue-still against a tree, I had a young buck walk over to me. The wind was over his back and into my face, so he didn't smell me. But he kept coming closer and closer, tilting his head sideways looking at me. If I could've seen the thought bubble over his head it would've said, "You are not a tree, what the heck are you?". He came within 4 feet, with a miserable rack, the right side actually growing out and downward. A cull buck if you ever saw one. At my fingertips was a 12g with a turkey load chambered and a hand gun that would've easily done the job. But he stayed there looking at me, then ate some grass, then kept looking at me for well over a minute, that close. I let him walk.

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I had a similar experience with a young buck. He knew something wasn’t normal as my feet were at the edge of his trail. He kept tilting his head and grunting at me. When he started pawing and acting aggressive the .357 spoke up and from about 6 feet I killed my second buck with that revolver. I miss that gun.

This sounds fantastic but it was not a hunt. I killed a deer in the morning and our club had a rule of one deer a day. So, I loaded up my fishing gear to go to a series of beaver ponds. While walking through the woods on the way to the ponds, I sensed something following me. I turned abruptly and there was a buck fawn that was 5 yards behind me. He followed me to the pond and got between my legs while I was casting. I pushed him back but he persisted. I caught a jackfish (chain pickerel) and let him smell it. He started licking it. After catching about a half dozen bluegill, I turned to leave due to an impending thunderstorm. He followed me back to my 4-wheeler and I goosed the throttle to scare him away. He ignored it so I just hauled butt out of there.

Back at camp I told what happened and everyone told me I was a liar or drunk.

I swear that this is an absolutely true story.

I was hunting squirrels walking in the woods a few feet from the pasture that bordered it. At some point I stepped out of the woods and saw a good size buck staring at me from about 150 yds away at tee opposite side of the pasture. Usually I can look them over with my scope, but was carrying a .22 with no scope that day. We stared each other for a few minutes and he snorted and stomped his feet. Then slowly walked toward me. Then he stopped and stomped and snorted. So I started walking toward him and few steps at a time and mimicking his behavior. We eventually closed the gap to about 75 yds. He stomped, snorted, and swayed his head back and forth. I did the same. This dance lasted 15 or so minutes. He eventually got cold feet and trotted off about 50 yds. But, then turned around and stomped again. He finally gave up and disappeared into the woods.

LoonWulf said:

Knocked himself senseless. We only realized he didnt have a hole in him as we were dragging him back to the side by to load up. Im fairly sure I actually have a picture of Vince with his tree kill....Ill go look

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Pre-smart phone ownership, had to actually get rhe old album out.


Tho now that ive looked at it again, im pretty sure ive shared it before.

Having squirrels come to life in my game vest was pretty crazy. Has happened a few times! Killing a rabbit and a mink with one shot was weird. Thought the rabbit was wounded. I'd already missed him once before he got in the brush.Was screaming something awful. Mink had him by the back of his neck. Didn't see the mink because of the brush. Thought I killed someone's cat for a second. Then there's the Brooklyn squirrel story,......! Once missed a squirrel so bad with a 22 that I got him. Part of the tree was blocking some of his head. I aimed as close as I dared to the tree and cranked off a round. Down he came. I was telling myself that was a Hell of a shot till I had to chase him down. Was shooting at his right side pretty much broadside. Not a mark there but both legs on his left side broken? Looked up at where he was sitting. Patch of bark about the size of a 50 cent piece missing. Hit the tree first then 90 degreed the bullet down his left side. In bowling when you hit the wrong side of the head pin and get a strike its called a Brooklyn. That's my Brooklyn squirrel!