Fun while hunting...

bluwtr · Postby **bluwtr** » Mon Oct 22, 2001 12:39 pm

Hey guys I saw this on another forum and thought it would be a good idea to start here. I, and I'm sure others, would love to hear funny stories while hunting, weather they are practical jokes or just plain luck.

I look forward to reading.

Wes [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img] [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

landscaper · Postby **landscaper** » Mon Oct 22, 2001 1:20 pm

Three incidences come to mind. They all may be location things...you had to be there... but maybe you'll enjoy them anyway. I'm notorious for taking too long to tell a story so I'll do my best to keep them short.

First one that came to mind happened several years ago. My buddies and I built our first duck blind in a nearby slash where the water is prone to rise...alot... unexpectedly, so we built it about seven feet off the water up in some trees, sort of tree house style. One slow morning one of my buddies was leaning out the door of the blind against a tree with only his toes inside the blind. Birds started flying and in the excitement, he forgot that he was outside the blind and 7 feet above the water. He took one step backward to try to swing on a duck and down he went. I think he got off all three shots before he hit the water! When we looked to see if he was ok, all we could see was the bottom of his boots and the muzzle of his 870 poking up out of the water. [img]images/smiles/icon_eek.gif[/img] Of course, we laughed our hooha's off first and then checked to see if he was ok. He lived. [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

Next story that comes to mind: Five of us duck hunting one morning when we heard some canadas get up off the water about a quarter mile away and not a goose call among us. We started try to call with our voices and only two of us could come anywhere close to sounding like a goose. A third guy was barking like a dog, one was blowing his dog whislte, and the fifth was yelling, "HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!" Would you believe those geese came to us from a quater mile away, circled our mallard spread twice, and came in with landing gear down? We managed to bring down one a piece!

One last one: Same blind high above the water. My buddy decided he wanted to learn to smoke cigars while we hunted one morning so he bought a pack of Black and Milds. He was hunting in a face mask that had only eye holes in it and he didn't want to take it off to smoke so he cut a cigar sized hole near his mouth and proceded to fire one up. About that time a nice group of ducks started working and he started coughing like crazy. I looked over to tell him to shut up and saw two of the thickest darkest columns of smoke I had ever seen coming out of the eyeholes of his face mask! He ripped that thing off to try to breath some clean air and so much smoke came out from under that mask it looked like his head was on fire! I laughed so hard the rest of the day I couldn't have hit a duck with a deck gun!

bluwtr · Postby **bluwtr** » Mon Oct 22, 2001 3:31 pm

Thanks Landscaper, those are what I'm talking about! Memories like those are what make duck hunting great, not the number of birds that you kill.

Keep 'em coming guys.

Wes

mallardchaser · Postby **mallardchaser** » Mon Oct 22, 2001 4:08 pm

3 GUY'S IN THE TIMBER LEANING ON TREES. EARLY IN THE AM ONE OF THE GUY'S SHOT AND WENT TO PUMP HIS OLD TRUSTY 870, THE BARRELL FLEW IN THE WATER. THE OTHER GUY W/ HIS PIECE OF SH@@@, I MEAN HIS OLD TRUSTY 870, HAD IT LEANING ON A CYPRESS KNEE. MY DOG WENT TO GET THE DUCK AND KNOCKED HIS GUN IN THE WATER. NOW WE HAD 2 OLD TRUSTY'S IN THE WATER. I HAD MINE ON THE TREE HOOK AND WAS HELPING THE OTHER 2 FINE THERE PARTS AND GUNS. OF COURSE WE HEAR SOMETHING AND TURN AROUND A GROUP OF 6 OR 8 MALLARDS CAME IN AND LANDED 15' AWAY. NONE OF US HAD OUR GUNS. I JUMPED TOWARD MINE AND THEY FLEW OFF. I FIRED A DESPERATION SHOT W/ NO LUCK.
WE ALL LAUGHED.

CB · Postby CB » Tue Oct 23, 2001 11:51 pm

My buddy and I were walking in early one morning to a hole we had hunted many times before. I was leading the way in about thigh deep water when I heard something, as I turned around all I saw was my buddies flashlight shining up from under the water. He had gotten his feet tangled in those big green briers and down he went. When he surfaced he was snorting water and had leaves all over him. I asked if he wanted to go back since it was about 35 degrees but he toughed it out for a little while. Of course now it gets funnier every time I tell it. Just one to remember! [img]images/smiles/icon_eek.gif[/img]