Hunting bloopers 😁

[Alan]

Hope everyone's having a good time here!

I'd love to know, what’s one hunting mistake you’ll always remember? Maybe it was that moment your scope went busted, or you realized the boots you wore were totally wrong, or perhaps you spooked the game way too soon. I’d love to hear your stories. Let’s swap some lessons and have a good laugh along the way!

 

[Longcarbine]

Not exactly a hunting story but, one fall when I was around 19 years old I went out and bought me a new jacket, one of those old style diamond quilted ones. Well about three days later I take my 30-06 out to sight in as deer season was coming up in about a week. Went out in the country on an old road got out and folded that new jacket up and put it on the hood of my truck to use as a rest. Yea you guessed it, never took my eye from the scope till about the fourth shot when I seen stuff blowing out in front of my scope. Jacket had come un-bunched and the breeze had blown the arm and side up in front of the barrel, blew that new jacet to pieces.

 

[Alan]

Not exactly a hunting story but, one fall when I was around 19 years old I went out and bought me a new jacket, one of those old style diamond quilted ones. Well about three days later I take my 30-06 out to sight in as deer season was coming up in about a week. Went out in the country on an old road got out and folded that new jacket up and put it on the hood of my truck to use as a rest. Yea you guessed it, never took my eye from the scope till about the fourth shot when I seen stuff blowing out in front of my scope. Jacket had come un-bunched and the breeze had blown the arm and side up in front of the barrel, blew that new jacet to pieces.

Is the jacket still with you right now? That's a memorabilia right there

 

[ALR]

LOL

 

[StLPro2A]

Is the jacket still with you right now? That's a memorabilia right there

On my 7th birthday 5 days after receiving new Ithaca 37 20ga Xmas gift, Dad and I went quail hunting. I missed couple of birds. Dad ribbing me about shooting like a little girl. I told him to throw his hat and I'd show him shooting. He did....I did.....peppered his red plaid hunting hat with his Nilo Farms metal pin on it. We had a good laugh. He wore that hat til he passed. Dad has been gone 20yrs, the hat NOT...37 also NOT. Couple of my many treasured Dad remembrances.

 

[shovelmike]

Thanks for the remembrance of your dad, a great story.

 

[Alan]

On my 7th birthday 5 days after receiving new Ithaca 37 20ga Xmas gift, Dad and I went quail hunting. I missed couple of birds. Dad ribbing me about shooting like a little girl. I told him to throw his hat and I'd show him shooting. He did....I did.....peppered his red plaid hunting hat with his Nilo Farms metal pin on it. We had a good laugh. He wore that hat til he passed. Dad has been gone 20yrs, the hat NOT...37 also NOT. Couple of my many treasured Dad remembrances.

This is exactly the kind of story that makes our community so special. It reminds us of the profound connections and shared experiences that bring us all together. Thank you for sharing this touching and funny narrative. It’s truly a treasure, and I’m grateful to have had a window into your lovely relationship with your dad.

 

[Bobcat]

Last weekend of deer season several years ago I was sitting on a hillside on a beautiful, quiet morning watching the woods come alive. The sun was coming up and the weather was perfectly clear and still. It was also bitter cold with the temperature flirting around both sides of zero. I had been watching for a couple of hours but had seen only squirrels. As if on que the squirrels hopped up on the trees in unison and all started barking and chattering like crazy. I looked up the hillside and spotted a large bobcat slowly stalking toward the squirrel gathering. I watched him for several minutes hoping to see him grab one of the squirrels, no chance, they were on to him. I finally decided to go ahead and shoot him, not something I would normally do while deer hunting but he was a giant specimen. I slowly eased my rifle up for the shot but as the gun found the familiar pocket of my shoulder, I inadvertently exhaled and my breath hit the objective lens of the Leupold and frosted it completely over. I couldn’t see anything, it was like trying to look through a frosty windshield with the sun shining on it. The Bobcat wandered off, the squirrels moved off and I wandered back to camp. Lesson learned