craziest outdoor/hunting story

I caught my dad's best friend through the bottom lip with a rattle trap when I was a kid. Tough SOB cut the treble hook and pushed it through his lip. Then proceeded to spray beer through the hole at me every time I looked at him.

Speaking of boats dying, dad and I took my wife out a couple summers ago to choke canyon (south texas) in his boat that he had just bought. Moving from one spot to another in the middle of the afternoon the motor just dies. Couldn't get it to run long enough to get anywhere. Ended up using the trolling motor to get back to the dock, 2 hours later we burned through both batteries. I had to hop out and walk us in when we got closer. Hopped in the truck and it was 105 at 5:00. He had more problems the next summer too, needless to say he bought a new boat this last summer. Feel bad for my wife, she's a ginger and was burned to a crisp.

We were hunting goats in S.Texas on an archery only exotic ranch back in the 90's. Several of us who had already killed decided to try and push a herd of goats toward some guys who hadn't killed yet. So we're tromping through the bushes and chunking rocks toward the goats and all is going as planned. Until one of the goats spot the hunters and decides to reverse course right toward me. I'm standing there with a baseball size rock in my hand and a goat getting deeper inside my accurate throwing range when I decide to make history. At less than 10 yards I throw my best Nolan Ryan fastball at the goats head. The goat cuts a forward flip and is laying motionless on the ground when I remember the $500 trophy fee for killing an extra goat. Much to my relief the goat regains consciousness but I had hit low and broke it's front leg. I talked a buddy into putting it out of it's misery and claiming it as his kill.

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Similar story. Friend of my dads had a ranch out in west Texas when I was a kid. A couple of us went out riding one night and we jumped a jackrabbit. One kid with us threw a rock at it from about 30 yards and nailed it in the head. Knocked it stupid and it ran around in circles until we were able to catch it and put it out of its misery. One in a million throw.

Flyfishing one time while it was a little windy, I was making a back cast and the wind pushed the line toward me. I was using a size 10 weighted wooly booger and it caught me in the ear almost perfect for an earring and clean through. I cut the line and left it in my ear until the end of the day. When I got back to the car I cut the hook and pulled it out.

I only heard this story through some older camp mates but it's still pretty crazy.

During bow season, one of the guys had stuck a deer in the shoulder and he heard the deer break the arrow on a tree as it ran. So after the first sign of a bad shot (the arrow snapping) he decided to let it sit up for a while. He left the woods and came back to camp to get the tracking dog.

So they go back into the woods with the dog and find some blood and low and behold, this deer is still ready to go. They track this thing for about 500-600 yards through the brush when finally the hunter comes face-to-face with him.

He said it was nothing like he has ever experienced. The deer was staring him down with half an arrow in his shoulder and blood pouring out. So the hunter grabs the nearest thing he can use, a pocket knife, and charges the deer. He grabs it by the antlers (did I mention it was an 8 pt?) and wrestles it to the ground and cuts the throat.

Although I was not there to witness it, it was an interesting story nonetheless. I also know it happened because of the 4 witnesses and seeing the cape with a slit cut around the throat. Pretty damn impressive.

I've had quite a few fishing, but the craziest hunting story happened in North La when I was a teen.

We had permission to hunt some property from an old man. Evidently he didn't let his wife, who was nuts...know. She saw us from a distance and started peppering us with #6 shot through the trees. We made it along the creek bed about a 1/4 of a mile to the old International pickup where we found her in pursuit. We crashed the metal gate and took off. A deputy caught up with is later and took us in, held us until we got the old man to let them know we had permission. We had to buy a new gate.

Craziest here in Ak was being stranded on Chichagof Island (one of the ABC islands, with monster bears) on a 3 day trip that turned into 10 because the weather wouldn't allow small watercraft or airplane in to pick us up. Shot a deer for food but it was hell keeping the bears away with deer meat in camp. We had to move twice because of bear activity and flooding. We were "rescued" on day 10, about a week longer than we anticipated.

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Cold Pizza

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Where have I heard this before