Now THAT was funny. Deer hunting stories.

  • TheFamousGrouse
    St. Paul, MN
    Posts: 11626
    #2072212

    A post in another thread got me thinking about funny things that have happened in deer camp or while hunting. I would say that you can’t dress up in neon orange and sit in a tree-like a giant orange bird while freezing your tail feathers off without having some sense of humor.

    Here’s nine:

    On a whim, I decided to try those “Buck Bomb” aerosol deer scent sprays. These are deer urine scented sprays in an aerosol can, so that sounded kind of convenient compared to the messy old glass bottles. Just press the spray tip thingy, what could be easier? Perfect for the ground blind!

    Well, as you’re about to see, someone doesn’t read and follow directions very well. What I did NOT realize is that you can either use these as a regular spray can, OR you can pull the pin, so to speak, thus locking the spray can “on” and then the idea is to throw the can away from your stand so the scent doesn’t come directly from your location. That’s where the whole “bomb” thing comes in. Get it? I didn’t.

    So I’m sitting there in my ground blind, and I decide, hey the wind is right, I’ll give a couple of blasts of the Buck Bomb thin and see if Mr. Frisky runs into the scent and comes running in.

    So I grab the Buck Bomb and hang my arm out the downwind side window, which I keep open just like a little “porthole” on that side. Just enough so I can see. And I squeeze the trigger…

    Well, somehow I hit the “lock” button and I go to release the trigger and the damn thing won’t turn off. To make the situation worse, the wind is causing a swirl that I had not anticipated, so I can feel the deer pizz coming back at my hand and arm.

    So, of course, in this situation, you do what instinct tells you to do–you pull the Buck Bomb back inside so you can get a good look at how to diffuse it…

    Obviously, this is the exact wrong move and a very smelly one at that. And yet there I was. Just me and an exploding buck bomb, trapped inside a 16 square foot ground blind. Not good.

    The situation didn’t get better, because my next move was to throw the Buck Bomb out the front window. Well, that worked fine, except the damn thing was still in mid-stream (so to speak) and as the Buck Bomb exited the window, it hit the edge and landed about 4 feet in front of the blind. Which would have represented a net improvement on the whole situation, except for the fact that the front window was partially upwind. And so the cloud started back-drafting in the front window.

    At this point, some of you are probably wondering if I have the answer to the classic question: Is it better to have the Buck Bomb inside the tent pizzing out, or outside the tent pizzing in? Well, the answer to that is complicated and involves a lot of variables.

    So after what seemed like 20 minutes in the deer pizz shower, the “bomb” finally ran out of steam. The aftermath was bad. Very, very bad.

    In retrospect, I wish I’d had a video of the whole incident because I can laugh about it now.

    What’s your funy deer hunting story?

    Sharon
    Moderator
    SE Metro
    Posts: 5455
    #2072217

    Orange Friday is upon us today! In years past, my day today would be filled with a long drive to the shack and preparing with The Gang for deer season. So much of deer seasons were spent reminiscing. Even as the years progressed and I was finally allowed to join the group, we kept reminiscing and embracing the traditions… grilled BBQ pork chops the night before, listening to Da Yoopers songs on cassette tapes, playing 31 by lantern light, dumpling soup, me and Chad cutting out tenderloins, telling stories of deers past; and the quiet stir of everyone waking up way too early, fumbling around gathering supplies and getting dressed, all while sharing our well wishes as we departed from the shack and headed to our stands in the crisp, dark morning hours.

    Nearly every deer season, on the night before opener, Bill, Billy, Don and Chad would reminisce about the time someone set the alarm clock for a tad too early, blaming daylight savings on the confusion, of course. And by a “tad” I mean they all woke up and were ready to hunt about TWO hours too early! 🤣😴

    One of my favorite memories was the time I emerged from the woods to head back to the shack on the four-wheeler. I didn’t realize at the time I was leaving those cold, dark woods ALONE! When I got back to the shack, everyone else was not only already there, they were down to their long underwear, gear stowed away, four-wheeler engines cold, and I think they were already on their second beer! 😂🤷🏻‍♀️

    Pictured here are Don, Bill, and Billy as I paused from a game of 31. It’s been too long since we’ve played, fellas. Cheers. 🍻

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    TheFamousGrouse
    St. Paul, MN
    Posts: 11626
    #2072224

    Now that’s a deer shack in the classic and time honored tradition of great shacks everywhere, Sharon.

    Rainylakefisher
    Posts: 78
    #2072231

    My brother and I are struggling to haul a really big buck out of the woods, exhausted, but getting close to the field edge, in pitch darkness. A hunting buddy we didn’t know was waiting for us decided it would be funny to pretend he’s a bear by jumping out of the darkness, running at us, and growling loudly! He SAID he could see our guns hung over our shoulders and was confident he wouldn’t get shot. He did get a cold snow shower after being tackled to the ground and pummeled! Thanks, Lyle!

    Randy Wieland
    Lebanon. WI
    Posts: 13473
    #2072238

    Got a few small things that still make me laugh.

    Neighbor kid kept going in one of my tree stands. Not a big deal, but it bugged me that he never asks. I put fox urine in a balloon and left it under the seat cushion. Worked perfect! He climbed up and put stuff on the seat. Balloon popped and he had fox urine run down his legs and feet. His dad said he had to strip outside. They couldn’t stand the smell. Kid said it was the best cover scent he ever used lol

    I was by myself for this one and probably the mst I ever freaked out on a deer. Shot a good mature buck and he dumped in his tracks. In sight the entire time, I climbed down and walked over to him. Have him the normal pike to make sure he’s dead and all was good. Unloaded my rifle and set it aside. Grabbed my knife and proceeded to start gutting him out. As I pinched off the bladder, the SOB kicked. I jumped back so dam fast rolling on the ground and about peed myself. Took a moment to realize the deer wasn’t running off and 90% of the guts were out. I jumped on him and slit its throat. I spread its legs again and grabbed the bladder. Again, the dam thing kicked. Yes, I also jumped again. Then I realized it was just a nerve thing. I began to poke at its thigh and when I hit a spot right next to the pelvis, I could make his leg kick. Laughing at myself, I made him kick a few more times.

    Deuces
    Posts: 5236
    #2072256

    Not much of a hunter myself, but my dad lives in trees for most the entire bow and gun seasons. He wanted to show my oldest what a deer hunt was like one year and she was game, being a young teen at the time and definitely a city girl it surprised me she wanted to give er a go.

    Didn’t get up there until late and we had the loft in which was simply an over sized shed. Kiddo already not too happy being a hotel kinda gal. Air mattress up there had blood stains in all the lil recessed pockets, yelled down what the deuce.

    “Oh don’t mind those that’s just where all the mice give birth”.

    First and last hunting trip in the books.

    Iowaboy1
    Posts: 3789
    #2072258

    Dont remember the year but within the last twelve years at least.
    We have permission to hunt 240 acres that butts up to a 440 acre county preserve that is off limits to hunting.
    Second shotgun season in Iowa, its very warm and dry, I am standing at the bottom of a ravine about 75 yards from the fence that borders the preserve in full blaze orange when I see an older woman climb the first two strands of a taut barb wire fence, aim her camera directly towards me not realizing I was there and she snaps a quick picture.

    Just as quick as she took the pic I get a phone call from one of my buddies in a tree stand not far from me and much higher than me that at least twenty people are hiking the trail on the preserve and that if they stir something up I am not to shoot in that direction.

    In a hold my jack and pepsi moment, I said watch this, and I emptied in a machine gun like fashion my Remington 1100 12 gauge into the ditch below me.
    A second phone call from my buddy who cannot stop laughing says, let me call you back in a sec.
    So he calls me back a third time still laughing hysterically saying that all the people took off on a dead run for cover leaving a dust cloud behind them and that my kid brother who was on stand three miles away called him asking,, whats that dipshit shooting at now??, yes, my kid brother heard the machine gun like fire from that far away!!

    Yep, I can tune a motor and I can also tune a 1100 and along with a very agile trigger finger can make it sound like its full auto, enough so that on that day the folks caused the people that make depends underwear see a spike in profit that day.

    BigWerm
    SW Metro
    Posts: 11624
    #2072263

    One year my mom put out some candy bars for a mid morning snack. Before my first sip of coffee opening morning I stuffed my pockets and a few hours later started eating without looking, halfway thru my second one I looked at the wrapper and realized they were Fiber One bars. That morning hunt ended soon after, and I had to get down after an hour of that evenings hunt too. Thankfully I learned to keep TP in my truck previously!

    mxskeeter
    SW Wisconsin
    Posts: 3778
    #2072265

    Don’t hunt anymore but years ago 3 buddies and I used to hunt a farm NE of Spring Green, WI. We would pitch a tent out beside the barn. Well 3 of us went up early on a Friday morning and the 4th guy had to work late and would arrive about 11 PM. He sent his tree stand along and wanted us to hang it for him for Saturday morning. So we did, right on the yard light pole by the driveway. He saw it as soon as he pulled in to the farmyard. 3 of us had a hell of a laugh. We thought it was a great practical joke. rotflol Him not so much. He thought it was funny the next year though.

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