Craziest hunt

Sometimes your just on. One night I did that in a peanut field. Downed 5 pigs standing holding a 16# gun. All we’re running but the first shot. I think I shot 10 times though. Kids in the pickup had pulled the rubber shroud off the eyepiece on my night vision. So I had to snug my eye all the way to it. I quit shooting when I couldn’t see out the lens for all the blood on it.

My dads favorite story, long before I was born... he was out at a party and some of the guys were going now hunting in the morning. Dad was trashed but managed to get a little sleep and get up to hunt. He had just recently bought a Ben Pearson recurve and hadn’t shot it much. So off they go in the dark deer hunting, hung over, with gear that dad wasn’t familiar with. He climbed a tree using the light of a zippo, and waited for daylight. He heard bells... and saw a deer. It was a doe, and she was wearing a big red collar with bells on it. Had a brass tag on the collar with somebody’s name and address on it. While he was trying to read the collar, another doe came in that wasn’t wearing any jewelry and he somehow managed to get a shot off and missed. Dropped his only other arrow but it snagged on a limb below him. He hung upside down to get the arrow, came back up to a sitting position on the limb and took another shot as the doe walked away. Hit her in the hind leg but got an artery. The other guys didn’t see anything and dad in a hungover and unprepared manner landed a doe. They never took him hunting again.

Craziest hunt I can recollect right now was when a friend and I wanted to duck hunt in a swamp that was owned by someone who never let anyone hunt on his property. We said, "Nothing ventured, ....," and went to his door and asked him. He was prepared to run us out when he noticed my buddy had his Army jacket on with the patch of his unit. This guy had been in the same unit so he let us hunt.

On the way to the swamp we jumped a rabbit and I popped it. In the swamp in waders we both killed our limits of wood ducks plus a hooded merganser each and 6 squirrels. On the way out we jumped a 6 point and shot him.
Then we stumbled across the reason the owner wouldn't let anyone hunt. He had a working moonshine still back in a hollow.

We gave him all the squirrels, 2 ducks, and a shoulder and ham off the buck. He said, "Come back any time."

had some really fun ones, but nothing amazing or really unusual that I can think of.
Clubbed a small buck once, I'm not really sure which of us was more surprised it worked. Shot myself out of a tree (sorta).....that's about it

LoonWulf said:

had some really fun ones, but nothing amazing or really unusual that I can think of.
Clubbed a small buck once, I'm not really sure which of us was more surprised it worked. Shot myself out of a tree (sorta).....that's about it

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Please expound on these hunts. They sound super interesting.

Bacon buster said:

i know sometimes unexpected things happen when your hunting and I always enjoy sharing hunts. So what’s your craziest hunt?!

I was hunting an 80 acre field and had a group of 6 hogs come out and moved up to 275 yards from us. My friend was on the range finder and I was on my 300 win mag. We watched and waited two of them lined up and I squeezed one off striking the first one through the head and the one right behind it square through the shoulders dropping both in their tracks. The other four bolted back towards the woods and I tagged one in the back of the head/neck junction which ended in the classic dirt roll then swung over and tagged another right through the boiler room. The last two changed direction again and I thought wow that was crazy. Then what do you know they stopped and turned at the fence to see why their friends weren’t coming and I got another double at 380 yards. This was an awesome day I’ll never forget. Landed right at 700 pounds of meat in about 45 seconds

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I was hunting with my son on the year Pa let you shoot both versions of deer the whole season. I was in a tree stand and let 4 baldies walk by , for the antlered to show up. Well, about an hour later, watta ya know. There's a nice 8 pointer about 20 yards away eating apples off a tree. I took aim with my ruger 77 243 and it went down. Then got up and started running. I shot again and down he went. I radioed my son and told him what happened. I ate an apple, sandwich, and chips, all the while watching the buck lay there on its side not moving. I got my stuff together, climbed down the tree. And went over to him to look over him. All of a sudden he jumped up , ran over me and started running up the hill. He pushed me right towards my gun, which was leaning against a tree. From a prone postion, I let off two shots. The first shot turned him running straight towards me. The second shot blistered him right in the scull and down he went. Then the shaking started!! I sat there telling my son what happened when a guy on the radio, same channel, told me to shut up. Oh well.... I told him to have something like that happen to him and see how he reacts! Well, the deer was indeed dead and when I skinned him, there was a shot in the neck, chest and scull. To this day, I wonder what in the world happened. Then a couple of days later, my shoulder started hurting. My wife took me to the drs office and when the dr asked what happened. My wife said.... Grampa got run over by a reindeer. … I thought the dr would pee her pants laughing. I will never live that down and when I see the dr, she asks me if grampa got run over by any more reindeer>>>>>

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Jeff Flannery said:

I was hunting with my son on the year Pa let you shoot both versions of deer the whole season. I was in a tree stand and let 4 baldies walk by , for the antlered to show up. Well, about an hour later, watta ya know. There's a nice 8 pointer about 20 yards away eating apples off a tree. I took aim with my ruger 77 243 and it went down. Then got up and started running. I shot again and down he went. I radioed my son and told him what happened. I ate an apple, sandwich, and chips, all the while watching the buck lay there on its side not moving. I got my stuff together, climbed down the tree. And went over to him to look over him. All of a sudden he jumped up , ran over me and started running up the hill. He pushed me right towards my gun, which was leaning against a tree. From a prone postion, I let off two shots. The first shot turned him running straight towards me. The second shot blistered him right in the scull and down he went. Then the shaking started!! I sat there telling my son what happened when a guy on the radio, same channel, told me to shut up. Oh well.... I told him to have something like that happen to him and see how he reacts! Well, the deer was indeed dead and when I skinned him, there was a shot in the neck, chest and scull. To this day, I wonder what in the world happened. Then a couple of days later, my shoulder started hurting. My wife took me to the drs office and when the dr asked what happened. My wife said.... Grampa got run over by a reindeer. … I thought the dr would pee her pants laughing. I will never live that down and when I see the dr, she asks me if grampa got run over by any more reindeer>>>>>

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and now that song is ringing in my head!!!!

I once came upon some mossy rocka in some pines on a mountain and came upon this area where there must have been tens of thousands of ladybugs covering everything. It was pretty cool.

Jeff Flannery said:

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and now that song is ringing in my head!!!!

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That song drives me CRAZY. I just hate it.

As others have said, I'd rather be lucky as good any day. Shot 5 squirrels in mid-jump with a 572 Remington loaded with shorts on an afternoon hunt once; that's about as lucky as I've ever been. Well, that and I killed a coyote stone dead at half a mile with a Sharps 50 caliber once. Pure d luck and nothing more.

LoonWulf said:

Clubbed a small buck once

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Killed a doe in the corn crib with a single-bit chopping ax once, never again boys.

Mac

Patocazador said:

Please expound on these hunts. They sound super interesting.

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Im pretty sure Ive told that story before....but i cant find it anywhere.
Anyway.....This was back when my folks owned a shrimp farm, and I was in highschool. I spent every minute when not working or doing school-related activities (senior year I was only in school for 2 hours a day) out "hunting". Back then I was far more a part of the world around me, and far less aware of it LOL.
One afternoon, I had walked out past the end of our property and into a short, relatively narrow forested strip between the road/trophy park fence, and the mudflats. This area had a huge amount of run off from a major flood a few years before, so there were some 3-4' deep channels cut into the ground, with cane grass well overhead height for me in some areas.
I was walking down one and kept hearing movement the just off to the side of me, which I knew had was another channel. As I was getting closer to the end of mine, the ground had risen up enough that I could see over the cane grass, and pretty much keeping pace with me were a set of small antlers.

I cant remember exactly how I got to "hit him with a stick", but Id probably thought about tackling him and using my knife, or something of the sort, and having had a fight with a doe tangled in the trophy park fence probably didnt wanna play with something that had pokies on his head.....or trying to knife something that was fighting back.
I KNOW the impetus for not shooting him was the fact I only had one round left in my rifle, and no components to load more....couldn't afford 20 bucks a box to buy any.

Somewhere between laying my gun down, and the end of the tall grassy bits, I picked up a decent size keawe breach or broken off small tree....and in all likely hood probably made enough noise the buck SHOULD have known I was there. I set up just back from being visible a little way behind where his trail would come out and waited, stick over my right shoulder (buck would have been coming from my left). The deer paused right at the edge of the grass, then took a step out and looked to his left.....I took a step forward and started to swing, then realized I was either going to hit his antlers, wack him in the side of the head, or change the angle I was going to swing from.....ALL of which took time and he SHOULD have looked back at me....but he didnt and I changed the angle and hit him in the back of the head/neck right behind the ears.
I didnt expect that to actually KILL him either, but he dropped like someone turned off the lights. I still slit his throat, but he head was all floppy im 99% sure getting whacked broke his neck.


The shotgun in the tree was far more impressive in the imagination than in the doing.
This one also happened in high school....I copied this from an older thread.

One of the places I used to hunt was on the border of coastal mangroves and keawe (mesquite) forest, it also was where a rather large ravine dumped into when it rained. Anyway, i was hunting right after a major rain, and the California grass was taller than me.
So i decided to climb a keawe tree that was over a small clearing. Deer came in at an angle i wasnt expecting so i was leaned way out and using my legs to keep me from falling. The 3" 1oz slugs i was using generated enough recoil to unbalance me, and I slipped and fell out.
I was only about 10' in the air so it wasn't horrible. landed on my back with the gun pointing straight up. Took a couple weeks for all the thorn tips to come out tho.


I actually thought of another good one that isn't mine....
A friend of mine managed to take out a trophy class Mouflon with an Ohia tree.
The short of it, was we were on an eradication hunt, and tasked with shooting till we were out of ammo, out of targets, or out of energy. He took a shot at an already spooked ram running flat out down a rocky and forested ravine at about 30 yds, and I THINK hit the rocks in front or just to the rams right. It freaked the ram out so bad he jumped blindly, and straight into the trunk of a rather sturdy ohia tree.
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

My son and I and another father / son were treated to a day of duck hunting southern Illinois by a well-known chemical company(Monsanto).
. We started our hunt in the pre-dawn darkness by wading boot top deep flooded cornfield with a skim of ice on top. One of our party stumbled and went down in the icy darkness. We were all carrying gear, but managed to get the big guy upright without getting anyone else down. I will always admire the fact that he never mentioned being cold one time that day despite being virtually submerged in icy, muddy water.
We visited and snacked the morning away without seeing a duck. It was beginning to look like a washout, but our guide insisted that the ducks would come in for an afternoon frenzy.
About two inbthe afternoon, alone duck circled, and we all got our guns and waited for the guide to give the signal to shoot. I was on the far end of the blind, farthest from the guide. My hearing isn't great, and I was straining to get the go ahead. The guy next to me muttered "shoot that s.o.b." which I took to literally, and shouldered my 870 and killed the duck. I looked down the length of the blind to see 12 eyes looking at me. The guide said "that'll be enough of that!". Apparently he didn't give the official signal like I thought he had.
Oops.
Luckily I killed the duck.
Thankfully the ducks soon started flying into our pothole set. The shooting was fast and furious. I remember that our blind needed 6 more ducks for our limit. We had a flight of 8 come in, and none left. Then the dog brought in an extra bird from somewhere, giving everyone including our guide his limit, plus one for the dog. We think the extra bird was left from the previous day, and the dog found it.
We had a great day in the field.

Years ago pheasant hunting with my bro in law. We walked some old fencrerows and some timber back to a hillside with a brushy ravine. No birds in there this day but a coyote ran out of the top and across the open hillside too far for birdshot.
2 weeks later, hunting same ground and I strapped on my old model 66 in a hip holster. BIL asked what I was doing and I told him I was going to shoot that coyote. He laughed at me and asked why I thought we would see him again.
Darned if it wasn’t an exact repeat of 2 weeks before. Same coyote, same distance, same line. I laid my shotgun down, pulled my revolver loaded with .38 wadcutters, thumbed the hammer back and drilled the running dog right behind the shoulder at 50 yards. My BIL stood there with his mouth open and his eyes bugged. I holsterd and picked up my shotgun like it was nothing.

I have an RC Model story he told me: When he was a younger man he hunted ducks in Kansas. He modified a common farm implement (grain cart or what ever) into a blind that he and his buddies could hide in near the pond that the ducks would frequent. Well one morning they were setting out decoys and the ducks started working in really close while they were standing out in the decoys--RC whips out his trusty 38 revolver and rolled out a big ole greenhead!! He is telling me this years later that he never let on to his buddies that the revolver was loaded with shot loads!! I was making snake loads for my 38 and 44 revolvers and it reminded him of this great story!!

The second one is a turkey hunting story. Several years ago my adult son and I had been hunting in the morning and had not had any luck. So we decided to ride around in the truck on the logging roads on the lease to scout. Well we rounded a sharp curve and my son spotted a flock of turkeys several hundred yards away walking in the road toward us. We backed the truck back up behind the curve. we quickly got out and hid under the low lying limbs of a pine about 35yds from the road. Our improvised blind was on a log landing clearing that was grown up in tall grass about 2.5 -3ft high. We were sitting Indian style with my son calling. The road was slightly higher so when the first turkey walked up I could see his big ole colored gobbler head. I got excited because I new my 12ga full choke gun was lethal at that range but I had tunnel vision and forgot about all the tall grass between me and the turkey. Well I shot ! In the melee the turkey was hit but flushed up and flew into the thick woods about 50yds away. My son was very disappointed because I shot too soon the turkey would have walked much closer had I held off. After a severe tongue lashing from my son, we started looking for blood in the road. We found a little blood and feathers. As we had seen the exact direction of flight, we search that way. My son found my turkey had flown into a dead branch on a tree and drove a 3/4 inch branch into its chest and was dead right there under the tree!

My analysis is that the head shot I put on the turkey caused him to bleed out -loose consciousness and crash to the ground under that tree. My son did not see it that way!!! LOL

Bull

NYS DEC used to have a pheasant hatchery out on LI, and had fields you could hunt where they placed pheasant that day.

You called to reserve a field, first come, first serve. Problem was sometimes other "sportsmen" would try and hunt your field quickly before you arrived and they went to theirs.

We get to our field and start hunting. My buddy had a new dog he was training and after a while the dog points at a small but dense 5' pine tree. We wait, then shake the tree, but nothing happens. We give up and start walking away. But the dog won't leave the tree.

So I start moving branches, and sure enough there's a pheasant in there, dead, but still warm. One of the other "sportsmen" had covered our field, shot it, and it must have dropped into the pine, dead.

I hunted there a few times, but eventually was put off by the tactics and lack of courtesy of people there and gave up on it.

Another.
Years ago my wife worked in the office for a manufacturing company in western Illinois. She called one day and said her boss needed to talk to me. He was in a panic.
Some VIP that made parts for them in Spain was visiting. The sporting gentleman was coming the next day and wanted nothing in the world more than an Iowa pheasant hunt. They had booked him with an outfitter that had come down seriously ill and had to cancel last minute.
Wife’s boss knew I had a good bird dog and hunted a lot and I had an Iowa hunting license. We had 275 acres that the sick outfitter offered if only I could show up with my dog and guide the Spaniard. Generous compensation was offered.
I drove my old CJ7 Jeep with my golden retriever Buckskin about 75 miles to meet him early the next morning. He was waiting in the backseat of a rented limo with an interpreter at the wheel. Introductions and handshakes etc. I let Buck out to sniff and pee and mr VIP opens a custom leather case and assembled a beautiful engraved Spanish sidelock 20 double. It was brand new and custom engraved. Beautiful gun.
We geared up and got ready to hunt and he loaded his double and closed the action and the gun went bang right into the ground next to my dog. Buck was very experienced and jumped in the air and looked around trying to figure out where the bird was or what he missed.
VIP was chattering Spanish and got into the back of the limo and shut the door. Through the interpreter I finally found out that in the traditional gun clubs of Europe an unintentional discharge is grounds for canceling membership.
He refused to get out or discuss any hunt. Finally got him calmed down and back on the ground.
When I checked his unloaded gun the sear dropped again when the action was closed. He was devastated.
For some reason, I had brought a spare shotgun. I had my browning side by side 12 and my wife’s 870 wingmaster a beautifully stocked 20g with the best factory wood I’ve ever seen. I gave him his choice and he agreed to carry the 870 pump.
We hunted hard and the dog worked his ass off. We shot our limit by 1pm. The Spaniard was a hell of a shot and was thrilled with our hunt. He wanted to buy the wingmaster in the worst way and laughed when the interpreter told him I couldn’t sell it because it was my wife’s gun.
Through the interpreter (he sat in the car and read a paperback while we hunted) the Spaniard was insisting I follow them into a small town down the road. He went into a little market and came out with a nice big steak that he indicated was for the dog and only for the dog.
He was a happy little guy at the end of that day. Hugged me and hugged the dog. Started out crazy.

Not me, but my Dad took his younger brother deer hunting for the first time. He went in a buffalo plaid flannel shirt, jeans and motorcycle boots, (in MN, in Nov.) sat on a stump just long enough to start freezing, when a doe walked up to him. He downed it with his No.5 Carbine, and dragged it out. He said it was too easy, and didn't deer hunt for about 30 years, until his son-in-law got him back into it.

Kingcreek said:

closed the action and the gun went bang

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Similar thing happened to me. Me and a couple pals were rabbit hunting in fresh snow. I had an old hammer 10 gauge that I used for everything. Well, I had it against my side under my arm, pointed down. We jumped a bunny, and I jerked the gun out to fire and the hammer caught either my coat or overall bib (can't remember) and discharged, blowing snow all over my friend. He stood stock still for 30 seconds, then ran behind a tree. When asked why he ran after pausing he said "that other barrel might've went off"! We still laugh about that.

Mac