Whats the best prank you have played on a buddy while hunting?

That's pretty good.

Not on a hunting trip but a fishing trip to AR my buddy was asleep while we were driving down the hwy an tow truck was pulling a big rig backwards. I got right up to it, slammed on the breaks and started screaming.

I think he shite himself.

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Not on a hunting trip but a fishing trip to AR my buddy was asleep while we were driving down the hwy an tow truck was pulling a big rig backwards. I got right up to it, slammed on the breaks and started screaming.

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. This never gets old.

I put horns on this guys dog and let him loose when others were hunting

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Brother ended up on top of cab

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:lol;

It's a pretty damn funny story if i'm telling it to a bunch of drunk guys, but I really put a friend through it on a hunting trip once..Takes about 10 minutes to tell it properly

Sr. year of HS we went to a friends family place to hunt. Nothing in particular, just shoot something legal...maybe.

Long story short, this fairly large fella we called fat boy was deathly afraid of snakes. While waiting for more beer and people to arrive I moved his end of the boat (pond fishing before hunting the next morning) toward an approaching water snake. I told him to look, and when he did all hell broke loose. Boat paddle, pond weed, water and snake going everywhere. Somehow the snake ended up in the boat, the boat ended upside down and both of us in the water. The snake also ended up on his shoulders.

Later that night after a lot of beer we got him calm and while the rest of the fellas went for more beer and to pick up some ammo, we built one helluva fire. I convinced him to climb this pine tree over the fire to shake some straw out, which amazingly he did. While he was laying across a limb about 15' above the fire, I dumped a shite load of gasoline on the fire. This fireball proceeded up the tree, taking pine straw and his eyebrows out on the trip up. He literally disappeared in the fireball. This probably wasn't the most intelligent prank due to the extreme disrespect of the power of gasoline on fire by yours truly, but after we calmed him down (again) and drank more malt liquor, it was funny as hell.

The other fellas saw it from a couple miles out on their trip back to town.

A former Boss was totally anal about only shooting humongous elderly deer on his ranch in south Texas. I mean we were passing uo 160", 5 year old deer because if you made a mistake your butt was toast.You could also shoot spikes (?)no matter the age.
Anyway, I had found a large 10-pt rack in a shed and used them for rattling horns that afternoon. When i came in after dark one evening, someone had a large spike on the skinning rack. Boss wasn't in yet so I wired the 10 pt rack to the spike just before he drove up. he pulled up away from the rack, then when he saw the deer he floored the truck right up to the skinning rack to get a better look, floored the truck backwards to the camp and went inside. Never said a word
Everyone was kinda nervous as he was very volatile.
At supper, normal conversation ensued then Boss looks down the table and and says," Now I want to know who tied them GD horns to that GD spike!
Naturally the 7 other guys there kinda looked at me. I looked him square in the eye and said.
"This is some damn fine wine, John Ed.
He laughed and said "I figured that".
I left the table much relieved.

A friend of mine's Dad in law would do that stuff both at the camp or on the bad road going to the camp. He waited beside the worst mudhole one night when my buddy was coming in and ran up to the truck when he slowed down, beating on the truck with a stick and screamin like a gut shot Squatch. Scared Hell out him.

In high school i had a flooded rice field that was primarily for ducks. Anyway a buddy that had only been hunting 2 times in his life (both at this blind) was with me. I never put out speck decoys here and the morning before I had put out two full bodies.

Well we pull up for an afternoon hunt. Park about 500 yrds from the blind and start walking. The genius sees the decoys and starts freakin cuz hes never killed a goose. I watched joyfully for the next hour as he crawled through the mu (of course i encouraged this). He made it inside a 100 yrds and peppered one. The look on his face was priceless and he sat in the blind soaked for the rest of the day. Been a long time since i laughed that hard.

Props...will have to remember that one