What the funniest thing to happen to you or a friend while hunting?

I've only shared this story with one other person so please, let's keep it our little secret. It was about 20 years ago and I had the habit of always taking my wife out for a nice dinner prior to going on a few days hunt. Well, I don't recall where we had gone or what we had eaten the night before my hunt but what happened the next morning, I will never forget. I had gotten in my stand the customary hour before daylight but I just didn't feel right. After a couple of hours I really didn't feel good and I could feel the call of nature begin to call very loudly. There was a small swamp right next to me and I thought I would try to relieve myself in the water so as to cut down on the scent, as I could tell by the way I felt, this wasn't going to be pretty. I climbed down and made my way to the edge of the swamp. There was a small tree right there so I thought i would hold onto the tree with my backside over the water and let 'er fly. I dropped my drawers and grabbed the tree and leaned out over the water and then I heard a loud crack. The tree was rotten and when I put my weight on it, it broke and I ended up in that cold water with my pants down around my ankles. I'm telling you I got outta there in a hurry. After I finished my "business" I couldn't do anything but sit on the ground laughing at myself. I and my clothes were soaked so I had not choice but to go back to the truck. I drove to the other farm to pick up my BNL and told him what happened. I think he's still laughing.

Blessings..........Pastorjim

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How about a hog hunting story? I was brand new to bowhunting when I was stationed in Guam and completely ignorant of how to set up a bow... as compared to just being mostly ignorant now. I didn't even know a bow string needed a nock or a sight. I just kind of lined things up by sight and let her rip. Somehow I managed to arrow a nice 90 pound sow pig. I was thrilled until I couldn't find enough blood to track her, which by the way I had never done before. Dissapointed, I called a buddy named Jon Flaherty, who was a city boy from Boston who had even less experience than I did. He helped me look for a time but we finally decided to spread out and walk through the jungle looking for her. I finally spotted her still alive at about fifty yards. The bow I had back then was a very old Ben Pearson which may have shot 140 fps... tops. Jon and I snuck to about thirty yards and she was facing us so I decided to shoot her between the eyes... like we would do back on the farm with a .22. Unbelievably, I made a perfect shot and she dropped like a wet rag with the arrow poking perfectly straight from her forehead. We were laughing and celebrating as we approached her when suddenly the once dead pig came back to life, now looking like a bloody unicorn, and started chasing Jon through the jungle. He ran around a little thicket two or three times screaming like a girl before finally shimmying up a coconut tree, treed like a coon in a southern swamp. I was laughing so hysterically I could barely draw my bow for the coup de gras heart shot. The bow may have generated 20 pounds of KE and the penetration could be measured in inches at best but my final shot did the job... Jon and I remained friends and our families celebrated Thanksgiving together with our neighbors... a delicious wild hog cooked on a smoker was enjoyed by all... as was the frequent retelling of our adventure. I fell in love with bowhunting after that and became very proficient at killing the hogs on Guam... albeit with a new Whitetail II bow and some instruction form a seasoned archer.

 

It's messed up and no matter how I word it I can't make it sound like something that can/should ever happen. Whatever here it goes, I accidently slapped my friend in the face with a buck wiener. Now before anyone gets the chance to say anything, here are my disclaimers..
1. He moved his face into it
2. No homo
3. He was upset
4. Not my fault
5. I was pulling away from the buck (not by the pecker) as I made a final slice, my hand and everything in it swung back just as he leaned in to hold the leg.

 

My buddy had grown his hair out and it was kinda of a curly fro. And he didnt wear a hat that day hunting. It was a little windy and he was sitting a few trees away from me and all of a sudden out of no where a hawk flew down and grabbed his hair and tried to fly off with his hair.

 

That's funny right there... only thing that would have been better is if he had been wearing a rug.

 

Funniest hunting story i have is a buddy of mine was out all day doing deer drives and right before last light he decided he needed to take a poop. So being the guy he is, he looked around dropped his pants and went. Moments after he finished, he looked up and saw another hunter in a treestand 30 yards away that was there the whole time. lol. He quickly grabbed his pants and trotted off in the opposite direction embarrased as ever. I about died laughing when he told me after we got back home.

 

Walking in before daylight with a headlamp on a lease and walked passed the blind.
Tripped in a ditch and fell all over myself. Luckily landed on my backside.

funny now
RC

 

Oh man that would've been priceless to get on video!! That's to funny. Haha

 

me and my buddy were hunting public land and were eating lunch during youth season on the side of a big hill. Just sitting there we hear something in front of us and a nice buck just walks out at about 150 yards. but its looking at the top of the hill above where we are sitting. We're confused, completely still with food sticking out of our mouths and wondering what this buck is looking at. Well we call my buddies brother and tell him there's a buck looking at something above us. (not knowing that he was joining us for lunch) He said that the buck is looking right at him. The buck is still for about 10 more minutes then walks away. Right out of bow range. I thought it was pretty funny!

 

The one that comes to mind was last season while hunting with my buddy Nick.

 

I have a really funny story that happened to my friend when we were scouting for turkeys in Pennsylania years ago but I woud get in trouble if I told it here...I will have to tell it at the GTG this summer

 

I won't be able to make it there.

 

Ohhhhh that one is hilarious! ????? :D

Just kiddin, do tell.

 

Cant wait to hear it.

 

Admit it ya did it on purpose, you just wanted to take an express lane to get to em

 

Nope was actually a little freaked out by it until I made it safely to the bottom. Haha. Definitely didn't start out as being funny. :D

 

I just realized this was the beginning of Fitz story. Haha

 

My buddy ran his bow over with his truck 2 seasons ago : lol:

 

Ouch!!

 

Well it was either my second or third year hunting, it was first day of rifle season. My dad stuck me with my grandpa an me an him got settled in between some logs. After a bit my grandpa decided it was time for a little snack, after he ate he did what almost all grandpas do, took a nap. Little bit later we finally have some deer cross in front of us in this clearing type area. I pulled up my rifle, found the doe in the scope, and flicked off the safety. Forgettin my grandpa was even sleepin beside me I squeezed an BOOOMM!!! I missed the doe an hit the only branch in the way, best part bein as soon as I fired my grandpa jumped up an started yellin "What In The Hell......!!!!!!!!" Hahahaha needless to say he never fell asleep when we were hunting together again!