I could write a novel. But if you had to pick one single thing you've done that was beyond the stupidest thing you've done what would it be? I think the one that stands out in my head was when I was at work practicing one day. Just shooting my bow before I headed out for an afternoon hunt. I took my quiver with my broadheads off and set it aside (dont' shoot with quiver on). I get a phone call so I had to head inside. Then a sales rep came in. Then I had to do a couple more things etc.... So next thing I know i'm running a little late and I really wanted to hunt this particular stand and it was a perfect wind for it. It's a long hike too (really long). So I grab my stuff, grab my bow and off I go. I make it alllllllllllllllll the way out there and get settled in. Go to grab an arrow................... The end
It was first season of shotgun and I could not get the time off of work. I had been seeing a very nice buck that had a typical 5 point left side and the right side looked like a football face mask for the deer. The main beam grew down the side of his face and came up by his nose. The tines then grew up like a normal antler. So the one side looked like a football face mask for the deer. I got off of work and I changed really fast and grabbed my gun. I had to rush due to the sun setting in about a hour after I got off. As soon as I got to my spot I had to take a leak. I had a Mt Dew bottle so I figured I better go now before they start to move. I put the gun on the ground and started to take a leak since I was not able to get to my treestand before the sun set I sat in a finger point on the field they eat in. The next thing I know I hear a stick break about 20 yards behind me in the thicket on the edge of the woods. I look up to see the big non typical buck standing there looking at me with my you know what in my hand. I stopped relieving myself and slowly grabbed my gun by squatting very slow. The buck bobbed his head trying to make out what I was. I got the gun to my hip and was thinking of trying a hip shot but I very quickly said NO to that due to possibly making bad shot. When I lifted the gun half way to my shoulder the buck had enough and wheeled around and was gone back in the thicket. I was mad at myself for not going the bathroom at home before I left but it was a great day. I never saw the deer again through the hunting season. I told a few friends about the deer and they laughed at me and said there is no way the rack looked like that. I took a buddy out to my spot to shed hunt and on the way there guess who stepped in the road when we where driving up! Yup that is right my non typical buck. My buddy about left something in his pants. He could not believe it! Now here is the bad part! The next year I was looking for him and I saw him but this time he had a normal 12 point rack! Why he only grew that way the one year then back I am guessing that he hurt it in velvet. I never did find the sheds but rumor has it that someone did find it. I have yet to see it. Still one of my best days and that will never leave my head.
walked a mile to hunting spot ... realized I did not bring the band to my climber at the time Walked mile back to car to get it .... it wasnt there ...left it at home walked a mile back to hunting spot...put stand 4 feet off ground and climb up all sweaty and its light out...confidence shot to hell... see squirrel .... I am aggravated......no confidence in seeing a deer... still sweating like a stuck pig ......shoot at squirrel ....hit him high ... he runs straight away get down from treestand... go after squirrel ...cant find him ... I am about 30 yards from my treestand (yaknow, the one that is only 4 feet maybe up a tree) I catch movement .... 12 yards from my stand, coming down the trail I was hunting .. a BIG 8 pointer....now 40 yards from me with junk in-between us .. I watch him walk away.... pack u and go home...
My first deer hunt during youth season as a kid. We are sitting along an alfalfa field. As evening aproaches, out comes a young 8 point buck. He walks along the edge, right to me, maybe 15 feet away. As he he does, I realize i haven't put my gun up and now he is way to close to move. Being young and dumb, I jerk the gun up, the deer bolts, and I miss him clean.
About 8 years ago, I talked my girlfriend's dad into letting me hunt their farm. I had scouted the woods pretty good and figured I would bring my climber in and set up near a decent spot and see what happens. Well this woods was full of shag-bark hickory and I was getting a little upset that the smooth bark trees were either too big or too small for my climber. So I said what the heck and straped on to a shag-bark hickory. Well about 15 up the bark decided that it was coming down. In my hurry to get into the tree before daylight, I forgot to tie the rope that connects the two parts of the stand. So there I sit with only the upper half of the tree stand 15 feet off the ground. Man I was so pi$$ed. I just ended up leaving that day.
Leaving camp in the Colorado Rockies without my GPS and I'd smashed my compass in my field pack two days before. Long story.
one of my first years of bowhunting I left my quiver at home and had to run all the way home, about 15 minutes one way and come all the way back. I learned from that; I constantly check my inventory, i'll probably end up with that disorder where you have to do the same thing 8 or 9 times until it's fine...
I have a few.. But.. I'll have to go with trying to cross the flooded McGhee at 4 in the morning in late October, 2009. That was stupid.
Thinking that my inflatable canoe would be OK the next morning after a November cold snap and 3" of snow over night. Man, did I get wet that morning.
o You will develop a disorder. Ever since I forgot mine and walked about a mile to my stand before I realized it, I check everything in my inventory about 15 times. Then I still get the "I forgot something" feeling.
