Post your weird gun stories

Several years ago I was on my way to help my uncle track a deer that he had shot. I was on my 4 wheeler going through a area that is heavily wooded and very nearly ran into a car. This car was a late 30's or early 40's Chevy sedan that had obviously been there for decades. I stopped for a minute and looked at it and then went on to help with the deer. I have looked for that car again several times since then, with no luck.

Flechette said:

Sometimes some strange things can happen in the gun world. I'll start.

Years ago I went Antelope hunting by myself. I saw an Antelope and it was about 1000 yards away (not much cover in Wyoming). It saw me.

So I very carefully and slowly tried to close the gap. I did not move quickly because the Antelope would run if it saw something approaching, so I tried to "boil the frog" and move slowly.

Nevertheless, every time I thought I might take a shot it decided to run away several hundred more yards.

It got to a small rocky ridge and lay down behind some rocks. I decided to flank it by going around the ridge and coming over the top from behind. I went around the right side of the ridge.

While moving quickly I saw something on the ground: it was a grave. It was not an Al Capone murder disposal grave but a legitimate grave with a little bronze plaque that said something like "Here lies Joe Blow, 17xx - 18xx". I thought that was very interesting and decided to come back for a closer look once I got the antelope.

When I came back I could not find it. I have now gone back four times in good weather over several years, even not during Antelope season with warm weather. I have taken other people with me to help look. We have criss-crossed the entire area many times.

The area does not look prone to mudslides or anything else that might conceal it. There are no trees which could conceal it with leaves. I know I am looking in the right place as the little ridge I was going around is the only one for miles. I have now spent several hours looking for it.

I now refer to it among my friends as the "Ghost Grave"...

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Was Rod Serling anywhere near you at the time?

Shot a squatch with my .300 Ultra Maximum Maxi Mag but he done runded off. They can teleport so he prolly went back to the mothership.

He's real.

I seent him.

I am not sure if this counts as a gun story but it is hunting related.

I grew up in New England. I don't hunt much but when I do it is centerfire rifle, not bow or BP. Never developed those skills. On one of my first seasons hunting by myself I saw a huge buck 10-12 point and about 50 pounds or more bigger than other deer I saw in my usual hunting ground. He also had a distinct foot pattern with a bent toe on one foot. The problem was, the first time I saw him it was out of season. For the next 3 or 4 years I always saw him out of season. I borrowed some trail cameras that he liked to "pose" for. And I would see his trail and sometimes him on ATV trips through the area. But every time I went to look for this deer he always hid until the season was over. My uncle, who taught me to hunt, called him "Phanto (Phantom) Buck." Even on group hunts of 3 or 4 of us, we never harvested him.

Flechette said:

When I came back I could not find it. I have now gone back four times in good weather over several years, even not during Antelope season with warm weather. I have taken other people with me to help look. We have criss-crossed the entire area many times.

The area does not look prone to mudslides or anything else that might conceal it. There are no trees which could conceal it with leaves. I know I am looking in the right place as the little ridge I was going around is the only one for miles. I have now spent several hours looking for it.

I now refer to it among my friends as the "Ghost Grave"...

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That's a great story Flechette! Thanks for posting it.

Years ago, pre-wife and kids, I returned from a range session to start cleaning and packing away only to come up short a Ruger Mk2. Several calls to the range over several days, and no luck- figured I made somebody's day with a free gun. A year later I found it, cased and cleaned, at the back of my dresser drawer. I had never then or since stored guns there, lived alone, and hadn't invited anyone over. To this day, I have NO idea how it got there.....

Years ago, we had an overabundance of does (mule deer) in this area. So we we're allowed two deer that year, but at least one of them had to be a doe.
Late in the season, we were out deer hunting one morning in a couple of inches of new snow. I'd already used my buck tag earlier in the season, so when I spotted a doe, standing, no more than 75 or 80 yards away, I sat down, leaned my 30-06 in the fork of a stout sagebrush, and put a bullet in her ribs. She jumped and disappeared behind the sagebrush as she headed off downhill. I knew it was a good shot, and figured I'd find her piled up dead just downhill from where I last saw her.
So I waited a few minutes, then headed over. But when I got there, I found a dead, forked horned buck.
I was just sick! I couldn't figure out how I had not seen that buck's antlers. But as I stood there looking at that little buck, it dawned on me that he had about an inch of snow on him. I leaned down and touched him - he was cold! Someone else had shot him, probably the day before, and just left him.
I then looked around and spotted a blood trail in the snow, about as obvious as an interstate highway, heading downhill from the dead buck. My doe had piled up in the brush about 20 yards downhill from the dead buck.

Maybe not that weird or strange...obviously a coincidence... but for some reason about 2 times a month...for the last 4 years..when I check my watch/phone for the time and it happens to be around 1900...i always catch it at 19:11. Never 1912...0r 1901...19:11 without fail.
Revelations 19:11
I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war.

Went Coyote hunting about 10 years ago with a friend's dad. It was about 12-1 am, when we sat in a blind overlooking a gravel pit. As we sat there in the cold waiting, we saw a small white light in the distance. It was doing loops, and stopping. It was so bizarre. Not saying it was aliens, but it most definitely wasn't a plane or helicopter.

I guess this is surprising, if not exactly weird-
A while back we hired a new lot porter at work, a very polite fellow, mid-20s, and a recent émigré from Sao Paulo. His English is excellent, and he would regale us at lunch time with stories of life in the shanty- town falava; pretty brutal stuff. He had joined the Brazilian Army to escape the slums, and was apparently assigned to some sort of tertiary reserve unit. According to him, they had trained and drilled with a hodgepodge of arms, including Garands. Well, then, I said, I just happen to have a Garand and would he like to join some of the guys and I at our next after-work range session; which he accepted.
So the next Saturday, this gentleman, another coworker and myself trekked to the LGR. I shot first, then reloaded the M1 for the next shooter, safety on, before handing it over- didn't want any Garand Thumb incidents.
Our new associate hefted the weapon offhand, arm through sling, flipped off the safety, hesitated a long moment.........and put 8 rounds, rapid-fire, through about a 1.5" group at 25yd (its an indoor range.) He cleared the gun and reverently handed it back, a look of revelation on his face.
"Wow," he said, "that was great! I've been wanting to try that for so long!"
My other bud and I shared a quizzical look; "Umm, didn't you say you had trained with those in the Army?"
"Yes, many times," he explained, "But never have I fired one. Or any other gun. We never had any bullets."

NIGHTLORD40K

It wasn't unusual in many lesser developed countries for the military units to have little or no ammunition. Sometimes it was a budgetary constraint; other times it because the party in charge didn't trust the military leaders not to orchestrate a coup against them!

I was fortunate enough to grow up on a cattle ranch here in SD. What that meant as a young hunter was several thousand acres of hunting ground, and with the exception of deer season, I nearly always had it ALL to myself. One day I was hunting a creek that bisected a pasture of ours, in search of cottontails. Never gave much thought to blaze orange outside of deer season, because, like I said, the chances of even SEEING anyone else were slim to none most days. Anyway, here I am, middle of nowhere, minding my own business....cant remember if I'd taken any shots at this point myself or not....when I heard was distinctly a gunshot in the relative proximity, in my estimation, probably 200 yards or so. I made my way to high ground, expecting to see that someone had driven into do some hunting of their own, and......nothing. I sat dead still for several minutes, and not another sound....not a shot, not the sound of a vehicle leaving, not so much as a leaf crunching under a deer's foot.....not only silence, but an almost eerie silence. I eventually shrugged it off and went about my hunt, but its stuck with me for years and years after.....

Several years ago a buddy called to help track a deer he’s shot with a bow. 3 of us followed a blood trail for about 200 yards and then lost it in the middle of a bean field. We formed a grid at the edge of the woods and started walking back and forth for probably 2 hours, going 40 or so yards deeper into the woods with each pass. Finally after it was long dark and my buddy was ready to call it quits and come back in the morning. With it being September the meat would be spoiled by morning I decided in a last ditch effort to just pick a direction and walked away into the woods in a 90° line to our “grid” just on a chance I’d find it out there. After 400 yards I pretty much ran smack into the doe lying dead about 1/2 mile from where she'd been shot. So maybe this story isn’t so much weird, but it was just pure dumb luck.

I shot a deer that ran through three counties before it finally collapsed.

Three different Missouri counties form a "T" in the field I frequently hunt. The deer was standing on the west side of the T's leg when I hit it, it ran past the survey marker on the east side of the T's leg and died just past the T's crossbar. It ran about 30 yards total.

Hunter sneaks up and grabs a buck by the horns on video.


Hunter killed a deer by throwing a rock on video.



It's videos like these that makes me not doubt some of the stories I'm told.

BigBore44 said:

Hunter sneaks up and grabs a buck by the horns on video.


Hunter killed a deer by throwing a rock on video.



It's videos like these that makes me not doubt some of the stories I'm told.

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Not that it compares, but I have caught a wild ringnecked pheasant....yes, WILD, not farm raised, while hunting with my two nephews. I saw him hunkered down in some plum brush, and told my nephews to get ready and I'd flush him out for them....the closer I got, the more convinced I was that I could grab him....I worked myself to an angle where I could grab him from behind, so as to not get pecked, and sure enough, grabeed him, wrung his neck, and impressed the heck out of a couple of young hunters LOL

TrickyDick said:

Went Coyote hunting about 10 years ago with a friend's dad. It was about 12-1 am, when we sat in a blind overlooking a gravel pit. As we sat there in the cold waiting, we saw a small white light in the distance. It was doing loops, and stopping. It was so bizarre. Not saying it was aliens, but it most definitely wasn't a plane or helicopter.

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could it have been a fire fly (lightning bug) by any chance?

This thread rules! I wish I had a mystery to contribute, but I sure am glad to read all of your stories in any case.

Thanks!

I've got two, both sorta hunting related.

First one: I was 10 or 11 and we had ridden our bikes out to the dump with our BB guns to go shoot stuff ( and throw explosive stuff into the fires that were always burning out there ). While we were out there goofing off, we heard the loudest boom that any of us had ever heard followed by what sounded like a freight train. My ears were ringing for an hour of so afterwards. The culprit? An F-4 phantom flying quite low. It looked like it was only about 50 feet off the ground, but I'm sure it was higher than that. I believe that that particular jet broke some windows in town when it went over. That was before there was radar covering most of the west desert area of Utah. We'd hear sonic booms fairly regularly but they were from planes at a more normal altitude. We'd see all sorts of jets "burning sagebrush", as one of my uncles called it, in some of the valleys further west. We saw F-4s, F-15s, F-111s, B-1s, F-16s, A-7s, and other ones that I don't remember. We would be up on the top of the west-facing cliffs on one of the mountain ranges (one spot was about 4000 feet straight down. Most were closer to 400) and watch them flying down below us in the valley. We'd also get B-52s and lots of different transports but they'd all fly higher above us and follow the backbone of the mountain range. As a military nut growing up, it was great.

Second one: Working for my uncle on his farm, I was cutting alfalfa and the sickle-bar on the swather chopped the head off of a young rooster pheasant. I didn't notice it until I turned around for the next windrow and it was still flopping next to the last windrow. I cleaned it and it was the best tasting pheasant I've had. My grandma turned it into a stew. She wouldn't do that with any pheasants we'd shot. A year later I had a similar experience but it was with a skunk and it "emptied its magazine" so to speak, right into the fresh air intake for the air conditioner. That was not fun. It wasn't until the next spring that the smell dissipated.

Matt

In the bygone era of film photography, a friend photographed his Colorado camp and trophy elk. He dropped the roll of 35mm in the snow somewhere in the area and could not find it. Next season he camped in the same location. It hadn't snowed and he found his film. It developed normally and gave him a record of the previous season.

In 1852 my ancestor, Ludwell Bailey, walked to Illinois from Ohio and bought the farm where I now live and work and hunt. He carried the rifle that I am holding in my avatar picture.
That rifle has been passed down to me through five generations.
In 2015 I killed a buck with the same rifle, on the same property that was purchased in 1852.

I have been very fortunate to have many accomplishments in my shooting career, but this is one of my favorites.

Merle1 said:

could it have been a fire fly (lightning bug) by any chance?

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I don't think so. Fire flies glow on and off, and don't come to a complete stop in midair. Plus, this thing was very far away.

TrickyDick said:

I don't think so. Fire flies glow on and off, and don't come to a complete stop in midair. Plus, this thing was very far away.

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OK, just wondered.....

TrickyDick said:

Went Coyote hunting about 10 years ago with a friend's dad. It was about 12-1 am, when we sat in a blind overlooking a gravel pit. As we sat there in the cold waiting, we saw a small white light in the distance. It was doing loops, and stopping. It was so bizarre. Not saying it was aliens, but it most definitely wasn't a plane or helicopter.

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I saw something very similar about 40 years ago when I camping. I was so unreal that hardly mentioned it to anyone.