Mistaken Identities

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Art from the "Chipmunks" thread

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One of the kids went to Grampaw, pointed at one of the chipmunks and asked, "Grampaw, whuzzat?"

Grampaw cogitated for a bit and then pronounced, "'Em's bivvers."
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I remember a fella shooting up in my Grandparents orchard. When ask what he was doing he proudly displayed several Meadowlarks and said he was "hunting quail".
Or the guy that show me the nice trout he was catching. When he pulled his stringer out of the river those nice trout were all Squaw-fish which is a unPC name nowadays and are now called a Pikeminnow by F&G, I think is the proper spelling. A trash fish no one I ever knew eats. In fact Wa. State will pay a bounty on them for eating the Salmon fry traveling down the Snake and Columbia Rivers.
Always kinda wondered how that fella liked his trout dinner.

Any other stories of mistaken identities of fish or game?
 
When I was about 6 or 7 I caught this awesome trout that for the stream was quite big and put it in my creel. I was really proud of myself, one of first fish I ever caught on my own fly fishing.

Turns out it was an Arctic Grayling spawning female. If you don't know what that is it is an endangered fish that the only place it still lives in the lower 48 is the Big Hole River drainage and only spawns in a couple of streams. Dad kind of forgot to mention we had to put back the "trout with the big dorsal fins".

Every couple of years I still catch one and let it go. Barbless hooks are my friend.
 
I've heard stories over the years, likely made up, of the city slicker gone huntin' with a mule on his trunk thinkin' he'd shot a mule deer. Take that with a grain of salt. LOL Lots of coyotes get shot being called "wolves". There hasn't been a wolf of any kind around here in the wild since 1981 when the dept of interior officially declared the red wolf extinct. I saw a red wolf in the wild a few years before that on San Bernard NWR. I'm very lucky to have actually witnessed one in the wild, but chances he was pure blood (they got run to extinction here by cross-breeding with invading coyotes) was slim, but he sure looked pure. This was about 1979.
 
I remember a fella shooting up in my Grandparents orchard. When ask what he was doing he proudly displayed several Meadowlarks and said he was "hunting quail".
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LOL

Quail hunting etiquette 101: hide the meadowlarks. Don't display them.

Oh, and cormorants can look just like ducks when the sun comes over the mountain and shines directly into your eyes...

This is a picture of an important tool. It is used to identify birds, when you aren't sure what they are.

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Twernt me, but came back to camp to see my friend proudly displaying his 4pt mule deer (3pt min in our unit), I say holy @#$!@ get that down. He gets all worried and drops the deer from the meat pole.

I calmly explain to him out West we only count one side of the rack.:eek:
 
ArmedBear's post reminds me of these two morons I worked with at the plant, wanted to go duck hunting. The plan was to get a 3 man limit and have a duck breast fry at the plant our next set of 4 nights (12 hour rotating shiftwork).

So, we get set up on a pothole. Lots of ducks, we got a 3 man 18 bird limit, but I shot most of 'em, not that I complained or anything. :D Jim shot an anhinga (sp?), AKA snake bird out of a flight of five birds, 4 of which were ducks. I went after the gadwall I dropped, he says, "I got one, grab it on your way back." I says, "I'm gonna stomp that one into the mud." I hear..."oh". ROFL!

So, a little while later, there's a lag in the action and I hear David ask Jim in a hush voice, "Hey, Jim, what's that swimmin' over here." "Hell", Jim answers, "I don't know, shoot it and we'll ask Jack (me)." I couldn't see the bird they were talking about for the reeds. BOOOOOM I hear David wading to the bird. He brings it to me, "Is this a duck?" "NO, that's a gallinule. At least it's a legal bird, though." :rolleyes: I told him he could keep it if he wanted, but I wasn't cleanin' the thing to eat.:barf:

We never went duck hunting together again, but I did school them at the plant with a "Peterson's Field Guide to the Birds of Texas". :banghead:
 
When my brother in law was very small....probably 6 or so, his dad (my father in law) took him out on Puget Sound fishing. My father in law heard a huge splash behind him, in the direction my brother in law, John, was facing. John exclaimed "Wow...dad....I just saw a huge King salmon!!"
When my father in law turned around to see what made the huge splash, he saw an Orca surfacing again about 30 yards away. :eek:
 
How about a riddle...

Hey, what do you call that thing with two tubes that you hold up to your eye so you can identify birds up in the sky?

A shotgun!:D
 
Generally, the limit on quail and doves in Texas for years was ten or twelve birds per day. A game warden told me this meadowlark story:

He'd stopped to check out a couple of dove hunters. They were quite enthusiastic about the amount of success they'd been having, and quite happily opened the trunk of the car. They'd shot over a hundred meadowlarks.

The game warden told me, "I saw all those damned birds, and thought of them doing all that cleaning and then thought about what they'd be eating, and I just didn't have the heart to say anything more than, 'Hey, great!' and I left them."
 
True story. I knew a farmer who found two guys hauling a GOAT out tied to a game pole. They thought they had a deer.

Not true story. Farmer paints "COW" on all his cows so they don't get killed during deer season. Got his tractor shot. It was a john DEERE!
 
Cow "elk"

In Utah a few years back the Warden at a checking station told me that some guy drunk off his @$$ had pulled up the night before around dusk and started telling them about shooting the biggest cow elk he'd ever seen. It took him all day to get it into the truck, he said. While one warden called the Highway Patrol to bring a breathalyzer, the other lifted the tarp in the truck bed to find a young hereford cow.
 
When I was a much younger lad my dad and I would go hunting on a Huterite ranch outside of Lewistown MT. It was amazing hunting ground. We called one year as we always did to arrange a time to come out and hunt and we where informed that there would be no hunting any more because some hunter had shot their lama that they had running with the sheep to keep the coyotes at bay and had tagged it with a deer tag. Another hunter tried to pass a lama at the local butcher shop in Great Falls as a deer. We even had a hunter tag a moose with an elk tag. Whoops!!! As it turned out all three of these situations had been done by young men who had never been to Montana let alone ever hunted. They where young guys off of the Air Force base in Great Falls. I tip my hat to those who serve in the military but those guys needed some species identification classes. Chinese elk- Wong Kind!
 
Many years ago, shortly after I joined the Air Force, I took an individual who was supposedly an experienced hunter to the families ranch for a deer hunt. After hearing a movement in the bushes, he shot into them with no idea what he was shooting at. I wasn't sure what it was either, but I never took him hunting again.
 
Many years ago in Illinois two hunters were shot during turkey season: one in the jaw by another who shot him as he was sitting with his back against a tree calling; the second in the soles of his feet, back of his thighs, and his ass as he was crawling up a hill to ambush the turkey he had heard calling. Neither was a fatality.
 
Two deer seasons ago in Kentucky...

True story, my cousin sent me the newspaper clipping. A guy comes in to check his deer, raving about how big it is. He was cited for shooting an elk.
 
When I was a boy a guy went through the local F&G check station with a big horned sheep during deer season. It made the local paper was how we heard of it. Cost him several thousand IIRC which was a lot of money in the 60's.
 
This is not 'mistaken identity.' This is a true story.

There is a dairy farm close to Madison in the little burg of Black Earth. Every deer season the farmer takes bright orange paint--the color of blaze orange hunters' coats--and writes C O W on the side of each one.

The woman who sang at my wedding looks like Loni Anderson's little sister, right down to the white blonde hair. She was in a blaze orange snowmobile suit--covered from head to foot--and some hunter shot at her when she was in a tree stand.

Considering that, marking cattle with the word C O W seems like a good idea.
 
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