re: Bad hunting accidents

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Don't forget the habenero pickled quail eggs.

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those were epic

Shooting at a target mounted on a 18wheeler tire, a .22 bounced off and hit me in the chest.

My mom dug both pieces out of my chest with tweezers. Maybe half an inch deep.

As you mature as a hunter, more attention is paid to that "emergent explosive shite hemorrhage" that catches you off guard. I wake up 1.5hrs before I expect to leave for breakfast/coffee and morning glory! It never fails, there is nothing until you are in complete darkness and quiet cold, then all of a sudden! Bubble gut emergency!

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I wake up 1.5hrs before I expect to leave for breakfast/coffee and morning glory!

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I crap in the woods on 90% of the days I hunt. It's pretty routine.

Not talking about getting to the stand and having to drop one. I usually plan out where I'm going to crap based on where I'm going to hunt.

During turkey season, I crap in the woods 10/10 hunts. It's kinda my routine. Leave house at stupid early, stop for a muscle milk, coffee, and 2 big smart water bottles (they don't make noise when you sit on them). Listen to Merle for an hour or so on the drive. Crap in woods. Kill turkey feeling 100%.

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2 gauge blast to the forearm and helicopter ride from Lake Village, AR

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Are you from Lake Village or were you just hunting there? My gf is from McGehee.

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tenfoe

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I laughed reading that entire post. Woods shitting stories always get me. I never forget the emergency TP because it happens to me a lot too.

Funny story: in my younger days, I had a chance encounter a week before rifle with a 4.5yo 8 point on accident....in a place you would never think...I was able to pattern him leaving a thicket exposed for 50yds like clock work at 8:15 every morning. Opening day comes and it's unusually cold so the thermals and one piece are 2 of 7 layers of clothes....up early with my "secret"....breakfast, bathroom, 1/2 mile walk paying attention to wind...3 steps up ladder, that no way up or down cramp hits....and then it happened! Scurried to creek, remove 7 layers in 38 degrees, sit in creek and use uncontaminated portion of said long john to dry off, re-dress 6 layers, float evidence down creek...return to stand...shiver uncontrollably until 9:30, deer no show, return to camp. Father returns announcing immediate investigation commencing of poacher because he found long johns in creek!!!! Go home, dad kills buck....27 years later, he still talks about that one poacher! Sorry for hijack, the woods poop stories brought that back to memory

I was walking out of my hunting area one day last year and look down the road and see a set of coveralls laying off the edge of the road. I assumed it had fallen off one of the other members ATV. So I got back to the truck and talked to a couple of the guys and seems that the coveralls were left on purpose because one of the guys had Montezuma's Revenge hit him and in his haste he had managed to shite in the hood when he pulled them down. He chalked it up as a sunk cost and as of today they are still by the edge of the road.

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I've also had the bottom of a climber fall, I cut the rope bc my legs are long and I wanted to climb faster.

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Same thing happened to me. I had a shotgun sitting butt down on the bottom of the climber. It hit the ground with the barrel pointing right back up at me, but didn't go off, thank God.

I sat there for a good half hour just thinking how dumb I was for letting it happen. Slid halfway down the oak and jumped from about six feet or so, which was still too high. Sprained my ankle and did a tuck and roll maneuver. Wish I could have seen how stupid I looked doing that move.

I am much more cautious when using a climber now.

I was just hunting there. Actually got flown out of the hospital at McGehee. December 23, 2003. A date I'll never forget.

Shadows of the parking lot.