What was your most memorable (preferably hilarious), hunting experience?

Well, when i was bowhunting last year, i had a little visitor come under my stand. It was a skunk. It was just getting dark, and i was ready to walk home, but that darn skunk would not go away. I threw my release aid, hat, and water bottle at it, but it just sat there. Finally, i decided to just climb down and make a run for it. When i got on the ground, he was just 5 feet away from me! He looked pretty mad, so i ran out of the woods nor even picking up my stuff. A couple weeks later, when i was hunting from the same stand, he came back for vegenance.

My brother and I were Mule Deer hunting the Warner Mtn Wilderness in N.E. Ca. about 5 miles back in from any road or camp. It was getting dark but we couldn't stop glassing this large aspen meadow, it just seemed like the perfect place for a big buck to show himself as the sun went down. It was dead quit until we hear this loud blood curdling scream coming from some real thick timber from the other side of the meadow about 500 yards away. Without saying a word we got up so fast and bolted like a scene from a Road Runner cartoon, about 100 yards up the mountain we both stopped, looked at each other and at the same time said "WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT!!!"... To this day we still recall that evening. I don't believe in Sasquatch but I can see why some people swear it exists.

I live in Pa and on the first day of pheasant season I hunted a parcel of land with some guys from the local sportsmans club that had stocked a few hundred in several locations around the area. There was way to many hunting parties and since there's no rules, just common sense, when encountering other hunting parties, we had to be on our toes..Anywho, while we were pushing through the field, a group of four guys entered the field and passed on our left at 20 yards or so and a bird flushed between us. Well, I saw the bird, and the other hunters and decided "unsafe shot". While iI was thinking that I was looking at this guy pulling up on the bird!! Immediately dropped to the ground and covered up then I heard the shots..I waited a second and then there it was..THUMP!! That bird landed on the middle of my back!!! I picked up the still thrashing bird, and after a few words threw it to one of the Cheney party and left before I did something I would regret.

A friend of mine bought a brand new, fully loaded, Ford F250 4x4 pickup truck one summer. It was a real peach and everyone commented on how nice it looked.

He was deer hunting on the last day of the season when it started to rain pretty hard. Luckily, he was already pretty close to his truck, so he made a dash for it. He quickly jumped inside and paused for a bit to shake off the cold. The law mandates that you are not allowed to have a loaded long gun inside a vehicle during the hunting season. So, he went to unload his bolt-action rifle. In order to do so, he had to turn the safety from safe to fire. BOOM! The bullet went through the engine block. Luckily he had insurance, but still had to pay the first $500 deductable. Nothing like ruining a brand new engine on your prized pickup truck.

We were hunting our usual ground in Southern Iowa in some real thick hilly ground when we bumped into another group of real hillbillies. These guys packed 8 kids and Ma, including someone sleeping off a hangover in this extended cab Dodge tonner. They were not having any luck so they asked if they could push some ground with our group. We felt bad for them so we included them in the next go around. Well we set up the posters on the south end of the drive and the pushers were pushing from the north. When we lined up on the fenceline and I didn't think to look to my left or right to see who I was with until the very end when a buck came over the hill at me like greased lightning. I drew up and swung on him but I didn't continue to swing because he was running straight toward the hillbilly on my left and I he was in that guy's firing zone. I watched the deer run right past this guy with a shot fired. Apparently Mr. Hillbilly was facing South while the rest of us were facing north and the deer almost jumped over him. Someone else quick put a slug into the deer and and he slowed down. As usual the deer headed for the river 30 yds away and proceeded to skid across the river and got up to supposedly die on the other side. The ice was very thin so I wasn't about to cross it for the deer. The hillbilly gang felt bad and really wanted the buck so they retrieved a johnboat from somewhere and got in the boat breaking the ice as they went to the other side to get the buck. Apparently no one in the boat thought to bring their guns to finish off the deer. The buck got back up as soon as the h-billy crew got to the other side and walked away only to die a mile away. We decided to never hunt with that crew again.

During the 2007 late dove season here in SE Texas we (9 of us) where putting the flack in the air as the flights where coming in hard and fast. My daughter and her friend where next to me, with one on each side.

My daughter put shots out of her 20ga and a dove came crashing down hitting her friend square in the chest, and inside her vest. The bird was only winged so here is this 10 year old doing a jig in the field while trying to shake the live and flapping dove from inside her clothing.

I did have to commend her for keeping the muzzle down range the whole time during her dance.

Well, this didn't happen to me, it was my dad:

He was out hunting pronghorn here in Colorado, and was driving his old Ram pickup through an open field looking around when he saw a small group in a depression off to the right about 150 yards away. He stopped and got out slow, trying not to spook them, and took sight with his elbow rested on the driver's side of the pickup bed, and fired at the biggest one. He said his ears rang for three hours after the shot, and he put a hole through the passenger side of the truck bed! The scope was just high enough to see over, but the barrel was just low enough to shoot the truck.

My story isn't so much as funny but more of "wtf". When I was 15 my dad and I where hunting mule deer on a very steep mountain, after we spent three hours climbing this mountain, we came across this over grown oak scrub, then started hearing movement in the oak scrub. Both my dad and I start getting our rifles ready, when a voice comes from one side, saying that he was taking a crap. We could see parts off clothes in side the brush, but didn't think anything of it. The voice that was talking to use said that him and his other hunting buddies where camped over on the next ridge, which isn't that unusual, we are hunting way back in the back country. Just as we started to leave, another mans voice came from the other side of the brush. My dad and I hunted all day, went back to camp, which fortunately very far from them before we realized what we had walked into.

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I talk to my dog when hunting giving instructions on what to do. After crossing a field with little cover telling Lance where to hunt. My companions confessed we joke about how you talk to your dog. We're believers now. The dog hunted only where I sent him too. I just laughed but I knew it was my hand signals and his instinct. Jesse