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ckink65284
09-11-2012, 10:04 PM
On a lot of my hunts, the things I see while hunting accentuate the memory. Seeing a couple of antelope bucks fight 50 yards from you while oblivious to your presence; seeing a bobcat or a lion, watching two bulls spar, etc.

This year while bear hunting, my partner and I watched a small black bear feeding in the Gambel Oak. It had climbed to the top of the trees and looks like Tarzan, clinging to the violently swaying small branches while trying to stuff more acorns in his mouth. We decided to watch the show for a bit...

The bear climbed down and started feeding on the dropped acorns for a bit. We noticed that it had an ear tag. A juvenile delinquent apparently. Suddenly the little guy bolted at top speed. We thought it had been frightened by something, but had to laugh when it simply sprinted to the nearest pine for a scratch. The return trip to the acorns was made at the same speed. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard.


If you have a memorable or funny sideshow to share, please post it up.

Manualman
09-12-2012, 09:04 AM
A couple years ago while bow hunting for elk I had a mountain goat cross a beaver dam in front of me. When I told told a guy from the forest service, he kept trying to tell me it was a sheep, and I told him sheep aren't white with little black horns

jenbickel
09-12-2012, 09:42 AM
The memorable moments from hunts are definitely the best!
I have watched two bucks sparring and do oblivious to everything around them, they almost ran straight into my car.
Watched a calf elk last year play in the little stream. Took everything in me to not busy out laughing while this little thing is spinning circles and jumping in the water.
The other day while I was deer huntin I saw a doe beat the crap out of a spike.
My most memorable moment though has to be one year while I was elk hunting, we had stopped on top of a hill to glass and as we were looking across the hill we saw a truck speeding down the road, slam on his brakes and a guy jumped out and started running down towards a large rock pile a little ways down the hill. Me, being the optimistic person I am was thinking he saw some elk over by where I was and maybe I just couldn't see them because they were so close or something. So I was real quiet trying to listen real closely to everything around me and I was looking all around and when I saw and heard nothing I decided to look back over at the dude and see if I could tell a little better where he was looking. So I looked back across the canyon to study the guy, only to realize he was only down in the rocks to take a #2. I was very sorry that I decided to look back..

nvarcher
09-12-2012, 04:30 PM
I have an image of a 200 inch Mule Deer in full velvet staring me down over his nose through the Quakies at 40 yards! I think that will be burned up there forever!!!

Ikeepitcold
09-12-2012, 07:47 PM
The memorable moments from hunts are definitely the best!
I have watched two bucks sparring and do oblivious to everything around them, they almost ran straight into my car.
Watched a calf elk last year play in the little stream. Took everything in me to not busy out laughing while this little thing is spinning circles and jumping in the water.
The other day while I was deer huntin I saw a doe beat the crap out of a spike.

My most memorable moment though has to be one year while I was elk hunting, we had stopped on top of a hill to glass and as we were looking across the hill we saw a truck speeding down the road, slam on his brakes and a guy jumped out and started running down towards a large rock pile a little ways down the hill. Me, being the optimistic person I am was thinking he saw some elk over by where I was and maybe I just couldn't see them because they were so close or something. So I was real quiet trying to listen real closely to

everything around me and I was looking all around and when I saw and heard nothing I decided to look back over at the dude and see if I could tell a little better where he was looking. So I looked back across the canyon to study the guy, only to realize he was only down in the rocks to take a #2. I was very sorry that I decided to look back..

Bahahhahahah

I have this memorie of reading about some dude that took a dump by a rock and Jen saw him!

Ikeepitcold
09-12-2012, 07:53 PM
My most memorable moments have been to be with my wife while she took her first Mule deer and antelope and with my daughter taking her first Antelope by far these have been the most amazing things and proud moments I have ever had while hunting.

HuskyMusky
09-12-2012, 08:29 PM
for me it's mostly about cruising the west in a truck with my dad... seeing beautiful parts of this country that most will never see or know exist...

also when we get on some game, kinda get "on the hunt" or "on the trail" and kinda get in the zone and start doing some real hunting, things seem to change, it's like you're a real man... doing what we do, connecting with nature/humanity/or whatever... it's probably about 5% of the time spent hunting, ie... "real hunting"

ckink65284
09-12-2012, 08:47 PM
Good stories!! Jen's got me rolling!! That is funny.

One other good one was a friend and I watched a pair of Golden Eagles trying to split a muley fawn off it's mother. One would ease in towards the youngster, effortlessly riding the thermals; then when mom would take a run toward it the other eagle would come from the other way. A couple of times the fawn freaked and bolted out of the oaks so mom had to hurry after it. Eventually, the deer made it into the trees and got away unscathed.

This all took place quite a bit uphill from us, and frankly it took us quite a while to figure out what was going on. What a show.

7mmshot
09-12-2012, 11:06 PM
Greatest funny moment..

Me and my wife were watching a meadow.. 2 does came out. 1 doe looked around and charged the edges of the meadow.. Then she just started prancing around all spazzing off. Then she started bouncing around as fast as possible just totally spazzing in different directions. She hit a ditch and went ass end over tea kettle.. me and my wife busted up laughing out loud.. the doe got up turned around and looked at the ditch - Like you bastard- Than started bouncing again..


Seriously I still get a chuckle thinking about it.

jjenness
09-13-2012, 09:07 AM
Most memorable recent hunt from this year was from last week. I took my 7 year old boy with me on an elk hunt for an evening, and he talked me into letting him take his sling shot. After we made a quick little ground blind out of some logs, he was intently watching and listening for every little movement. It wasn't long, and a chipmunk came scurrrying out about 15 yards away, and my boy just looked at me with those eyes that a father just knows, and I just gave him the up and down nod. He pulled back the rock and let her fly and missed the chipmunk by probably 5 feet, but boy was he excited. He kept on saying that he thought he got him, and you would have thought he just shot a B&C bull. Nothing like taking your little ones out to he field with you whenever you get a chance!!

HuskyMusky
09-13-2012, 09:13 AM
I have an image of a 200 inch Mule Deer in full velvet staring me down over his nose through the Quakies at 40 yards! I think that will be burned up there forever!!!

How big is that Antelope? with a bow? in NV? looks nice!

Brocka
09-13-2012, 09:43 AM
Back in 2000, I had just turned 12. My step dad and I went to Wyoming deer hunting. We hiked in deep and were set up glassing a hillside for hours. When out of nowhere we hear a tree start making some noise. This went on for about a minute then all the sudden this tree just falls over., No wind, Tree had no damage, Just falls...To this day one I still cant believe it.

Never in Doubt
09-13-2012, 02:07 PM
It has to be the day I saw some movement on top of a 9,000 foot ridge and pulled up my binocs only to to see 2 people completely naked. NOT COOL PEOPLE! Put your pants on!

Chippy Hacky
09-13-2012, 09:57 PM
My Dad had the same thing happen to him. He sat in "my" spot under "my" tree one day and it fell over. He had to hold it up a bit and grab his rifle to get it and him out of the way. It was about a 12" pine snag, about 15' tall. Luckily it broke off about 3 feet off the ground so I still have a back rest!

Chippy Hacky
09-13-2012, 10:22 PM
Deer: Has to be the MD buck (nice old buck) I saw walking on his knees, sneaking away on his belly! Or, maybe the time where I watched my grandpa walk down a ridge and counted 7 bucks within 50 yards of him! I was watching in the spotting scope a ridge over, ready for him to shoot as he passed by each one, one by one, all the way down the hill. Funny thing is, he walked so slow and deliberate that he didn't spook a one! We got back to the pickup and I asked why he didn't shoot and he said that he never saw a thing! His eyesight wasn't too good (obviously). He never believed me when I told him, he is gone now. I sure wish I could walk in the woods like he could!

Elk: Dad dropped me off in a CRP field and took off on the road that paralleled as I walked through the field to the edge of a big drainage. In the CRP a big spike bull pops up out of nowhere and takes off towards the road on a dead run. The bull try’s to jump the fence, gets a little to low, and does a summersault, head over heels, in the bar ditch landing it the road. At the same time, my dad is driving down the road and nearly runs off the road trying to miss the spike! You just can't make that stuff up. I was deer hunting btw, Elk opened the next day!

Dad and I were in the forest, pretty much in the middle of no-where, taking a break. We hear something coming up on us, we kind of get our guns ready and out pops guy with a purple sunburned face from the sun and berries. The guy was from Britain, with a strong British accent, he says that he started in Mexico and was making his way up the divide (it was September). When he left, he said “Cheerio”, we had so much fun on that hunt saying “Cheerio” after that! One tough dude.

Found two spots where the Indians used to camp and make arrowheads, chips scattered all over, thousands. The rock came from somewhere else because that rock wasn’t found where the chips were.

Colorado Cowboy
09-14-2012, 07:40 AM
After over 50 years of hunting and fishing I suppose I could fill a book!

One year (don't remember which one) I was in Wyoming hunting antelope with my son and father inlaw. We were in camp in the evening getting dinner ready and I saw a couple of Golden Eagles just hovering stationary over some sage on a ridge. I got my binos and watched them as they swirled around in the wind. Suddenly a jack rabbit ran out and up it went to the next pile of brush. One of the eagles landed and stomped around flapping it's wings and made the jack run again. The other eagle was hovering stationary in the wind right over the brush and......POUNCE...they had dinner. Great teamwork, had never seen anything like it before.

Chippy Hacky
09-14-2012, 08:22 AM
One Thanksgiving morning we went pheasant hunting before the football game started (a tradition). We were walking an asparagus field when a cock flushed and flew perpendicular to all three of us as we walked the field, all three of us missed clean. The bird then flew right smack into a mobile home that was next to the field, killing the bird stone dead!

Dad then walked over and picked up the bird, he said there were two wide eyed kids looking out the window when he walked into the yard to retrieve the bird.

Conrad8899
09-14-2012, 05:24 PM
I watched a red tail hawk. Take a gray squirel of a limb. Then I watched a very large black bear cut my track. He sat there like a big dog. Sniffing my boot tracks in the snow. I whas only 25 yards away.

CrimsonArrow
09-14-2012, 07:50 PM
Outside of actual hunting stories, my most memorable experience happened while deer hunting on a powerline clearing. A couple does and fawns were coming from the east, while I watched an otter coming from the west. Neither realized the other was there until they were within 20 yards. When they saw each other, they both got the big-eyed look, turned tail, and ran back in the direction they came from.

nvarcher
09-14-2012, 10:39 PM
How big is that Antelope? with a bow? in NV? looks nice!

72 pope and young and yes in NV! Thanks!


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Grizz
09-18-2012, 10:34 AM
As with all of you I have seen many memorable things while afield. However the hands down best happened on Kodiak Island while I was deer hunting after a summer of living on things that swim.

After a long morning of glassing for a meat buck I finally found one bedded close to some thick willow brush on a small tundra bench. After a short stalk I settled the .338 onto my pack and dispensed a 225 grain death pill. Needless to say the buck never heard the report. You all know what comes next... Work. Upon getting dinner boned out and placed in pillow cases I was putting my gear away and just slipped on the heavy pack while reaching down for my rifle I heard willows crack about fifteen yards away. I knew exactly what was there and standing up shouldered the win mag and found myself peering over the scope at one of Kodiak's famous thousand pound residents. The brownie had not come to the gun shot but had instead smelled the blood and sauntered over for a look see. Well, the meat was on my back instead of on the ground so that meant if he came he was coming for me and the meat. Soooo, off went the safety and on went the bear voice... Hey bear, get outta hear bear,(I do not know why we always call them bear, like they dont know or something). Well, he decides that there is easier food else where and lumbers off, much to my relief, leaving me with a full pack, full drawers, and decent story.

DaveZ
09-18-2012, 01:05 PM
Well, he decides that there is easier food else where and lumbers off, much to my relief, leaving me with a full pack, full drawers, and decent story.

Not as funny as some of the others, but definatly has the HOLY CRAP factor.

Hope your full drawers didn't taint the meat:eek:

trkytrack2
09-18-2012, 02:52 PM
Not a hunting tale but.....Years back, I was bank fishing a canal for bass in the Florida Everglades. I heard some laughter and voices and then two young women, paddling a canoe, came floating by about ten feet out in the water......both of them were bear a** naked. Can you say "gulp"? (Oh ya....they acted like nothing was wrong)

Drhorsepower
09-18-2012, 03:42 PM
Not a hunting tale but.....Years back, I was bank fishing a canal for bass in the Florida Everglades. I heard some laughter and voices and then two young women, paddling a canoe, came floating by about ten feet out in the water......both of them were bear a** naked. Can you say "gulp"? (Oh ya....they acted like nothing was wrong)

They acted like nothing was wrong because there is nothing wrong with that;)

Sawfish
09-18-2012, 05:21 PM
They acted like nothing was wrong because there is nothing wrong with that;)

Agreed! If young women did that more often, the great outdoors would be a better place!

Gene R.
09-20-2012, 02:45 AM
Then I watched a very large black bear cut my track. He sat there like a big dog. Sniffing my boot tracks in the snow. I whas only 25 yards away.

I had the same thing happen (kind of) to me in NW PA (Forrest county) back in early 80's. It was my first year sitting on stand w/o my dad ( he was just 50 yds around the hillside) think i was 13 or 14. About 9am nature came calling and I took a walk. Anyway, I watched a bear after I returned to my stand follow my tracks in snow up the saddle all the way. When the bear got to 50 yds from me I stood up and spooked him off. I keep think no way is this happening and Dad Will never believe me. When dad came over to check on me I had to show him the bear tracks following my tracks in the snow. That was cool thing to see and a memory of Dad and I hunting. He's been gone 10yrs almost to the day and I remeber it like it happen yesterday.

Gene

ando_31
09-20-2012, 08:28 AM
I once saw my father track a deer from a half hour before sunrise to a half hour after sunset and we got him. I shot the deer the previous night and we decided to let him bed for the night. This was my first deer with a bow. I'm not going to get into the ethics of the shot with you all, but I think its important to the story that I tell you that I had hit the deer 2 inches above the hoof of his front left leg and broke his leg. It is by far my smallest buck but my fondest memory. I learned more about hunting in that one day than all other days combined. I learned about the importance of taking ethical shots, doing everything in your power to retrieve your animal, the importance of paying attention to the "signs" of the blood trail, and that dads really can do anything.

We tracked this deer across river bottom for miles and miles and bumped him at least 15 times that day. The deer backtracked 3 times on the same mile long deer trail. Let me tell you, that makes tracking the blood trail completely impossible. We had to look for his track going south, north, and then south again to make sure we were still on his trail. The deer bedded only in places that he could watch his tracks. The deer busted out of the river bottom eventually and ran across a plowed field that all the snow had blown off of. Since he wasn't bleeding hardly at all and there was no snow in the field, the only way we could follow the deer was to look for the 3 legged deer track on the frozen dirt, this was no easy task as the field was covered with other deer tracks. Keep in mind that this all was happening on December 29 in North Dakota. It was COLD!!!!

I was ready to give up and my father new it. We were miles from our vehicle and it was starting to get dark. My father told me we should keep at it though as the deer was bleeding less and less and he was bedding more frequently. We caught up to the deer and bumped him yet again. This time something was different though. The deer had ran 50 yards and bedded back down right out in the open next to a bunch of cattle. There was no way to sneak up on the deer so we both just walked towards it. It once again got up and ran another 50 yards and bedded yet again. Once more we walked towards it and when I was within 40 yards I took the kill shot.

Just yesterday I decided to score all the deer in our house. The total number of inches between 29 of the muleys and whitetails that my brother, father, and I have shot is over 4,300 inches. I shared the scores with my brother when he returned from work. He jokingly asked, "what does that one score" while pointing at an older tiny forkhorn that was hidden behind a couple of antelope skulls. I smiled and though to myself, "that deer scores more than any other deer in this house."

I have seen what I consider incredible things while out hunting....huge deer sparring, 3 muleys in a bachelor group that all were well over 30 inches wide, 19 muley bucks in the same bachelor group, a whitetail that had to be 28 inches wide with 7 inch circumferences at the main beams, a heard of coyotes take turns chasing an antelope kid, a whitetail doe chase a coyote away from her fawns...but when I think of something memorable, all that comes to mind is the times I've spent with my family and friends while enjoying the sights and lessons we encounter along the way.

One of me other top memories is when I guided my 93 year old Grandfather on the last muley hunt of his life. He made a 200 yard shot on a 165 class deer. He shot, I said "you got him". He asked, "was that the right one, I couldn't even see his horns". This was by no means even close to his largest deer, but he was tickled to get it and I'll never forget that.

ckink65284
09-20-2012, 09:11 PM
Heck of a post, ando. Thanks for sharing that.

xtreme
09-21-2012, 07:41 AM
Tragedy of an airplane crashing. I use to hunt near Colburn, Colorado up Brush Creek on Elk mt. There are two big prominent rocks exposed in an open park. These rocks are probably the best elk crossing in all of Colorado. My local old west cowboy friend Cecil Stykes, ask me one day did I know about them and I told him, "Cecil , I have been hunting there for years and you are just now telling me about that crossing."
Huning in the park and watching the crossing from above I observed a low flying airplane flying up the canyon from Colburn toward Vega. The plane was in the canyon and just a mile or two before Vega and there was suddenly smoke and no plane visible again. Being a pilot myself and flying an airobatic airplane I knew what had happened. I was staying at Vega in one of the cabins, so that evening I found that recovery had used a dozer and ploughed a road to remove the body and wreckage. The plane had hit wires causing the crash.