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About 30 years ago a friend was bragging about what a great hunter / survivalist he was... so I came up with a challenge for the group of 4 of us.
It was early afternoon, and I challenged the rest to choose their favorite rifle / shotgun & go get dinner.
If they come back empty handed... they lose & have to beg the rest of us to eat.
All four of us headed out in different directions out into the desert.
I headed directly to the grocery store lol.
First thing I put in my grocery cart was about a dozen Cornish Game Hens.
Then I raided the produce section for the strangest looking, but edible stuff I could find.
Of course when I got to the parking lot I had to unwrap the hens & get rid of any evidence.
Of course I was back at the house long before the other three... with an incredible bounty to feed everybody... including girlfriends, parents etc..
I fired up the BBQ & started cooking.
One by one our heroes came stumbling in. Empty handed of course. They were each in awe how absolutely successful I was.
At one point I thought for sure I was busted over my "salad"... it looked nothing like the few grasses & sagebrush, which was all that grew in the area.
When asked, I said... "OK, I kinda cheated... These are all underwater plants that grow in the bottom of the river over there. I already knew they were there before we left. Then as I was drying myself off a flock of sage hens just happened to show up. Most got away but I got enough for dinner."
The idiots bought it! I don't even know if a "sage hen" is a real thing! And if they are, they certainly don't live in the desert!
Of course I made the losers admit they suck at hunting, survival skills... and playing poker lol. But let them eat.
The absolute best part was... the guy that started the ordeal by bragging said, as he's eating his BBQ Cornish Game Hen... " See I told you fresh is 100 times better than you can get from the store or even the best restaurant." And his dad agreed!
Of course I said... "I can't really tell the difference, I think it tastes the same as if it came from the store."
I was the only one with that opinion. EVERYONE was so convinced that I got everything "down by the river" it tasted better to them.
I already knew I was going to hell long before that for an endless number of previous evil pranks, so no harm done.
And yes, this is the first time I ever admitted this story.
 
My neighbor keeps bragging about shooting crows sitting out to 600 yards with his 220 swift. I think it's a Ruger 77. He does have an Unertl scope on it. I keep telling him i would like to take it out to the 300 yard range and see how it shoots. I would like to compare it to my 223 with the
SightMark Citadel 3-18x50 LR2 on it. I even told him ill reload what i shoot. I have dies for 220 swift. Lately he said we will take it out sometime. But he can't shoot at the range though. They don't allow guest to shoot.
 
I took units in marine biology and marine science in high school, along the Atlantic coast here in southern Florida. Once a week or so, we were sent (in our own cars, no less!) during class to the beach to collect shells to bring back and classify. Not too far from the school was a huge "tourist trap" store called Sea Shell City. It might even still be there (this was in the early 80s.) My buddy and I would just run over there, buy a few, and scrub off the polish. It took a few times before others figured out why we always had such cool specimens, many of which weren't even indigenous to Florida. :D

My gun-related prank:

When my ex and I were still together (back around 1989), she expressed an interest in learning to shoot. I picked up a Taurus 94 revolver to teach her with, and out to the scrubland we went. I told her that, since it was a new gun, I'd put the first nine rounds through it to check the sights, then turn it over to her. Using two-liter bottles as targets, I was able to hit them pretty much all of the time from about ten yards. I reloaded the gun for her, and she took over. Nothing. Nada. Couldn't even see bullets hitting anything, not even the ground. I reloaded again, took another turn myself, and did as I should have. More holes in the bottles. Reloaded for her, and again, those bottles just stood there, further unscathed.

Just as she was becoming a bit dejected, I clued her in on that it was the first of April, and I was having a little fun with her. Each time I loaded the revolver for her, I was loading it with blanks! She was a good sport, and went on to have quite some fun with that gun, my 10/22, and live ammo..
 
I have done a few gun related pranks. We had a rather obnoxious member in our Deer club. He would lock his stand to keep others out of it which violated club rules. I wend down there one night and lined a row of 50 BMG empty cases up on the rail around it. Several times I found short 2X4 stakes drove into the ground with his game cameras attached to them. I would approach them from behind, drop my pants and jump over them and moon the camera.
 
SmeeAgain said:
I'm thinking if I try that again, I'll buy a variety of different meats & make kabobs. Then after everyone has finished eating & wondering why I didn't eat... I'll "admit" it was a combination of crow, frog, rat & coyote.
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Do it when the coots are in your area; bagging coots is easy, and they taste horrible. Just set yourself up your own plate of bluebill or other darker meat bird, and watch your buddies faces when they bite into the coot.......have BBQ sauce handy so they will actually eat it afterward.....:rofl:
 
MedWheeler said:
I took units in marine biology and marine science in high school, along the Atlantic coast here in southern Florida. Once a week or so, we were sent (in our own cars, no less!) during class to the beach to collect shells to bring back and classify. Not too far from the school was a huge "tourist trap" store called Sea Shell City. It might even still be there (this was in the early 80s.) My buddy and I would just run over there, buy a few, and scrub off the polish. It took a few times before others figured out why we always had such cool specimens, many of which weren't even indigenous to Florida. :D

My gun-related prank:

When my ex and I were still together (back around 1989), she expressed an interest in learning to shoot. I picked up a Taurus 94 revolver to teach her with, and out to the scrubland we went. I told her that, since it was a new gun, I'd put the first nine rounds through it to check the sights, then turn it over to her. Using two-liter bottles as targets, I was able to hit them pretty much all of the time from about ten yards. I reloaded the gun for her, and she took over. Nothing. Nada. Couldn't even see bullets hitting anything, not even the ground. I reloaded again, took another turn myself, and did as I should have. More holes in the bottles. Reloaded for her, and again, those bottles just stood there, further unscathed.

Just as she was becoming a bit dejected, I clued her in on that it was the first of April, and I was having a little fun with her. Each time I loaded the revolver for her, I was loading it with blanks! She was a good sport, and went on to have quite some fun with that gun, my 10/22, and live ammo..
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When my wife & I first got together she was pretty much "anti-gun" mainly because she had never been around them and knee nothing about them.
So... I talked her into attending one of my safety classes. Now that her fear had morphed into a cautious respect the next step was to take her out shooting.
I bought her a .22 rifle just like one of mine. Set up some cans in the desert & let her try it out.
The sights were WAY off so she was shooting low into the grass. From her vantage point (barrel in the way) she couldn't see where the bullets were hitting.
After a few shots she said... "It's really nice you bought me a rifle... but this thing is junk... nothing is coming out!"
After a good laugh, I adjusted her sights and all was good with the world.
After we were done shooting & cleaning up our mess I asked her what she thought. She said... "It was kind of fun but I hope you don’t expect me to eat the cans."
I asked... "What?"
She replied... "During your class you stressed the point... "Don't shoot anything you don’t intend to eat!" OK, that's not what I meant but at least she was paying attention.
 
I've been a "prankster" my entire life... pretty much taking full advantage of any situation that comes along. But there are rules...
1. Nobody can get hurt... except maybe emotionally.
2. No property damage. That's not funny.
3. Expect payback... when you least expect it. Then be fully prepared to admire the cleverness of the one(s) who got you back.
 
I tend to be a prankster and instigator for mischief myself. I have done the proverbial "snipe hunt" with new people. Many years ago a couple of friends went camping, and it was the female friends first time going camping in a tent. I snuck up to their campsite in the middle of the night, watched the two of them go to the portapotty (she wouldn't go alone) and I snuck into their camp. The boyfriend saw me but didn't say anything, I waited just outside of the firelight and lobbed pine cones at her when they got back, then came in running and hooting like a maniac. She jumped out of her skin and screamed at me for 5 solid minutes. This was going on at the same time her boyfriend and I were laughing.

Now for a gun related prank, I had some .22 lr shells where the powder got wet and they wouldn't reliably fire the bullet out of the barrel. I pulled the lead and powder, but held on to the primed case. I proceeded to load a .22 lr revolver and hand it to a friend for his first time shooting. He couldn't figure out why his shots sounded different than mine. He was most unhappy when he realized he was pranked.
 
Not sure if this counts as a prank. when I would hear guys brag about how good a shot they were I would challenge them to a shoot off, and I would even use a pistol. That is when the bets would start. then when we got to the range and I pulled out my contender with a heavy 14" 221 fireball. they quite laughing when I started shooting. that thing would hold sub moa out to 200 yards.
 
jak67429 said:
Not sure if this counts as a prank. when I would hear guys brag about how good a shot they were I would challenge them to a shoot off, and I would even use a pistol. That is when the bets would start. then when we got to the range and I pulled out my contender with a heavy 14" 221 fireball. they quite laughing when I started shooting. that thing would hold sub moa out to 200 yards.
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This doesn't qualify as a prank... but worth sharing regardless.
Years ago a friend bought a mil surplus 1911a1 & brought it to the range.
Now I'm a huge fan of the 1911 and reasonably proficient with it but yhis guy... goes on and on how he can hit anything... even though he's never shot it before.
So... there is a soda can at the 100 yard line & the bet is on... if he hits it, I'll buy lunch, if not, he buys.
Then he asks... how many shots do I get? Feeling confident (because I couldn't make that shot) I put a few loaded mags on the bench & said "go nuts."
First shot hits the dirt next to it & the can falls over. Not bad.
Second shot... almost centered! He says... "You owe me lunch."
BS! That was luck! So I said... "Oh sorry man, I wasn't paying attention so I didn't see it. BOOM! Another perfect shot!
Then he says... "Are you gonna buy lunch or do I need to keep wasting ammo?"
I gladly bought lunch just for the sake of seeing that myself! A soda can, 100 yards off with a well worn military 45. Twice in a row! He handed me my full magazines back.
 
I do have a reasonable selection of rifles with which to hunt game.
I am also so happy and thankful we have farmers, ranchers and grocery stores. Even as the prices go up and the pickin's get slimmer. The United States is one of the few nations on Earth where overweight is a cultural problem.

Story sounds like fun, and no one was damaged. They all got fed. If you fess up to the 'victims', they'll no doubt forgive you. After a while.
 
I took my 6 yo grandson with me, on a rabbit hunt.

When we left home, i put a bag of Sugar Babies candies in my shirt pocket.

As we walked, I came across a spot of rabbit pellets. I took some candy from my pocket. Called grandson over, as I bent over "to pick up some pellets".

I pointed at the ground, popped the candy in to my mouth. "Be on the lookout, those are fresh, rabbit is close by"

We soon jumped a rabbit and shot it.

I found another spot of pellets. Repeated scenario. Asked him if he wanted a taste?
He ate some and seen a rabbit close by. We shot it.

Repeated this 3 more times.

Monday evening, I see his teacher at the grocery store. She starts laughing.

That morning, she had the students come up and speak to the class on an adventure they had been on.

Grandson tells, "we walked 100 miles hunting rabbits and when we got hungry, we ate rabbit turds! They are delicious, sweet as candy."

Teacher wanted the whole story. Her husband was taking their 2 boys rabbit hunting on saturday.

That was 12 years ago. Still, when I see her, she starts laughing.
 
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I took my 6 yo grandson with me, on a rabbit hunt.

When we left home, i put a bag of Sugar Babies candies in my shirt pocket.

As we walked, in can across a spot of rabbit pellets. I took some candy from my pocket. Called grandson over, as I bent over "to pick up some pellets".

I pointed at the ground, popped the candy in to my mouth. "Be in the lookout, those are fresh, rabbit is close by"

We soon jumped a rabbit and shot it.

I found another spot of pellets. Repeated scenario. Asked him if he wanted a taste?
He ate slime and seen a ring it close by. We shot it.

Repeated this 3 more times.

Monday evening, I see his teacher at the grocery store. She starts laughing.

That morning, she had the students come up and speak to the class on an adventure they had been on.

Grandson tells, "we walked 100 miles hunting rabbits and when we got hungry, we are rabbit turds! They are delicious, sweet as candy."

Teacher wanted the whole story. Her husband was taking their 2 boys rabbit hunting one saturday.

12 years ago. When I see her, she starts laughing.
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Now THAT was funny!
It's good to know I'll be in good company after I die.
 
Freshman year of college we were doing a field problem for a class. Each pair of students got a single shot 22LR rifle with one round and told to go get dinner. A lot of people went hungry that weekend.
 
herrwalther said:
Freshman year of college we were doing a field problem for a class. Each pair of students got a single shot 22LR rifle with one round and told to go get dinner. A lot of people went hungry that weekend.
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Still unless there were very specific rules... dinner could still come from the grocery store.
 
SmeeAgain said:
Still unless there were very specific rules... dinner could still come from the grocery store.
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True. We were at least 5 miles from any store and no vehicles. But in those walking days it was common to do 50 miles of hiking in a weekend. So there were some gas station sandwiches.
 
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