ok edit here: some are pranks and some are just plain funny. the hunting ground was very poor and it would take a week just to see a deer if you were lucky, if you didn't roll with it you didn't have a place to play so enjoy some things that happened in my past. Some years ago i leased some ground with some guys and they liked to play pranks around deer camp, one would take his 4x4 truck and go park by your tree stand.. or should i say back up to the tree and just park for a while play the radio drink a few beers, one other guy would smoke cigs in my stand and push the buts into the bark just to let you know he found your new spot to his liking. I would in turn make mock rubs..big ones around there stands to keep there mind going and to keep them on stand all the while leaving as much human scent as i could get on there spot...just for luck of course, it was such a joy to here them talk about the NEW rubs down by there stands and how they were going to kill a monster buck and i would even ask if i could hunt there spot if they were not there that day, nooo they would say stay away from my stand one of they guys shot a turkey with his bow but could not find it so i went to help him and I ended up getting a second shot on and finishing it off, bob was up a step hill from me so i pick it up and proclaimed i just shot my own turkey and paraded around camp with it even took pics of it and posted them on the wall at camp. This same bob guy missed a big buck with his bow on the ground one day so his frien jack decided while bob was away he would put his own stand up close to bobs stand (20 yards) with better shooting lane incase the buck returned..when bob was not there of course... bob found the stand on the next hunt and since jack was gone... bob took a chain saw and cut the hole tree down stand and all. I miss those days we didnt kill alot of deer back then but some of my best memories.
One more, bob was a great archer he could hit paper so well and always outshot us guys at camp, which he tell anyone who would listen but he could not kill a deer to save his life something always happened, so jack made a harness that resembled a horse saddle full size out of welding rod to hold a paper plate on both sides no less, so bob could finally get a deer and left it on the camp dinner table for all to see when we got to camp. we were rolling in it. Ok this was not a prank but did happen.... and the guy that had his gun loaded got his own windows knocked out.. sorry but very true story. One day jack had got to deer camp early with his brand new bronco 4x4 custom everything,wheels tires and proudly parked at the front door and tomarrow was the season gun opener,jack would not move his truck for the others to unpack there gear so as to keep himself in the limelight,well bob shows up and is looking at all the new gear evryone has he walked from gun to gun looking at all the fire power we had brought. jack who has all the newest of the newest gear and truck and gun..a new bowning b.a.r rifle bob see's it and picks it up like a man looking at a his first nude girl ... just like in the movies (i swear ) in slow motion his lips moved and his voice said ...is ..this....loa..d..ed at the same time pulling the trigger followed by the kind of Ringling the ears and people looking like there screaming but with no sound only sound waves rock the kitchen room we are in. and at that very instant all the windows but one in the brand new bronco explode from gravel on the ground that the bullet hit and sprayed jacks new love.... the ill fated bronco, ten years later the are still pounds of glass in the area of the old bronco site.... no one parks there anymore. Jack after the weekend had to drive the bronco home in thirty degree weather that monday to this day there is the hole in the wall where the bullet entered wall next to the outlet and we all wait for the newbie of the camp ask about the glass or the hole so the story gets a new start.
I wouldn't have the patience for that crap, not when it comes to my bowhunting, around the camp ok, but in the woods messing with each others stuff no way! I'm glad you guys enjoyed yourself, I'm a jokster myself like to make people laugh, but I wouldn't go that far...
Yeah, for me pretty much anything at camp is fair game. But it stops there. Nothing in the field would tolerated with our group.
I have been lucky to be part of both funny camps that did not have many deer on them and the guys new it and i think thats why they resorted to having so much fun.. only two of us left alive from those days of the log house run now by bobs grandkids guess we are only a pic on the wall by now. we all grew up and moved on i still smile when my nephews mentions the (new) rubs by his stands
I agree with some of the others. In camp anything is fair game, out in the woods wouldn't be tolerated.
Kinda what I was thinking when I read this.... Why would you even post this under a pranks thread? Hilarious.
I joke around as much as anyone, but I hunt ALONE, mostly because I don't know many people who are willing to put as much into it as I am. I've pulled a few over the years, but nothing too exciting, removing a guys steps from his tree, hiding his quiver, etc. Probably the funniest thing I pulled off...TWICE....was picking up a little brown water snake and putting it in the tackle box of buddies who HATE snakes..... I've also spent a little time picking lures out of weeds after pulling that stunt, as I snickered the whole time.....:D I'm a little more loose about the fishing than the hunting.
I wanted to try the Christmas tree lights wrapped around the ladder of a ladder stand with a small DC battery hidden on a timer set so that it lights up 20 min before sun up on opening morning. I never had the guts to try it (yet).
Best one I personally know of involved a guy shooting a turkey out of season. Guy I used to work with said his buddy came into camp with a turkey he'd shot. He didn't know there was no season (new hunter). So, my buddy Jim looks the bird over and tells him to hide it behind the seat of his pickup; not tell anyone....and call him when he gets home, and he'll walk him through cleaning it. Guy calls him, later...and Jim goes through, in detail, how to clean the bird. When the guy calls back, he told Jim it stunk to high heaven when he was cleaning it. It should have. The man had killed a buzzard.
jack was so funny, he was 20-25 years older than me at the time and just messed with us while keeping a straight face never flinching..ever one time me and my friend went to the cabin to hunt for a week, jack had left by the time we had got there, us boys were young and dumb and jack had turned the hot water off and left us a note about the water had frozen and we were on are own, temps for the week were in the 20 and low 30's after a week of not seeing a deer and not taking a shower i drank my way into taking a cold shower and when i was done i convinced my friend it was not so bad since he was making so much fun of me,really i was in so much pain from the headache i got from the cold water i could only think of getting even. jack had the best time with it a few weeks later, telling me all i had to do was turn the water valve on under the cabin.
Im all for dropping goat turds in a guys beer while sitting around the fire, but i cant see messing with stands, sets, and stuff like that. I put too much work in during the off season to invite that kind of retaliation.
