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craziest outdoor/hunting story
Posted on 12/10/12 at 10:50 am
Posted on 12/10/12 at 10:50 am
i once knew a guy who used to "harvest" squirrels in Audobon park in nola using rat traps bc he loved squirrel meat so much. didn't believe it at first but it was later verified.
What else crazy has the OB seen/heard/done?
What else crazy has the OB seen/heard/done?
Posted on 12/10/12 at 10:55 am to whodatigahbait
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 11:37 am to whodatigahbait
I ran out of gas in my boat on friday, which is not that crazy, but it's where exactly I ran out of gas that is pretty hilarious.
So I was driving around the atchaf basin in my boat, trying to scout for 2nd split of duck season. Got stopped by some game wardens who shot the shite with me, and in the process told me directions for a better way to return to the landing (i am new to the area i was in). So they take off & I am now going in same direction, but they get ahead of me & out of sight b/c their boat is way better than mine. 10-15 mins later, and still about 2 miles from the launch, I see them up ahead idling in the bayou. They are talking or something and wave for me to pass them up. AS I am passing on their right, my motor sputters, coughs, and dies, out of gas. I was not more than a boat length in front of them. I said, "well boys, i think i just ran this motor out of gas". They said I picked a good spot to do it & towed me back to the dock.
First and last time I have ever run out of gas in anything.
So I was driving around the atchaf basin in my boat, trying to scout for 2nd split of duck season. Got stopped by some game wardens who shot the shite with me, and in the process told me directions for a better way to return to the landing (i am new to the area i was in). So they take off & I am now going in same direction, but they get ahead of me & out of sight b/c their boat is way better than mine. 10-15 mins later, and still about 2 miles from the launch, I see them up ahead idling in the bayou. They are talking or something and wave for me to pass them up. AS I am passing on their right, my motor sputters, coughs, and dies, out of gas. I was not more than a boat length in front of them. I said, "well boys, i think i just ran this motor out of gas". They said I picked a good spot to do it & towed me back to the dock.
First and last time I have ever run out of gas in anything.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 11:48 am to gorillacoco
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 12:15 pm to gorillacoco
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I ran out of gas in my boat on friday, which is not that crazy, but it's where exactly I ran out of gas that is pretty hilarious.
And this isnt even your best story from the past 6 months...
Posted on 12/10/12 at 1:30 pm to whodatigahbait
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 1:37 pm to SetTheMood
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I caught my dad's best friend through the bottom lip with a rattle trap when I was a kid.
I almost had this happen with me, except it was a spinner bait. It caught my hat and slung it off my head.
also, when I was little, my best friend wanted to show me how he hooked this big catfish he caught earlier so I held the lure in my hand. needless to say, I got a big treble hook stuck into my palm and had to pull it out with pliers.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 1:40 pm to 007mag
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007mag
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 1:49 pm to whodatigahbait
We were going down Tangipahoa river with my dads boat and my brother and I were on our 2 jet skis. Launch at lee's landing was too small for my dad's boat, so we all launched at Manchac and made the long boat trip to the mouth of Tangipahoa. His boat quit on him when we were leaving, so my brother and I got on 1 jet ski while he pulled his 24' boat with the other. My brother and I loaded up the jet ski and I got in my dad's truck to bring his trailer to Lee's Landing. We make it to Lee's landing, and decide we should fill up the jet ski just in case the other ran out of gas... It did. We meet them halfway down the Tangipahoa river and now towing 1 boat plus jet ski with 1 jet ski. 3 hours later we made it back to the launch. That day was the suck
Posted on 12/10/12 at 1:54 pm to braindeadboxer
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 2:08 pm to bbvdd
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.
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 2:48 pm to SetTheMood
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Then proceeded to spray beer through the hole at me every time I looked at him.
BTW, did you kill that bull in your avi?
Posted on 12/10/12 at 2:55 pm to bhtigerfan
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.
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 3:04 pm to whodatigahbait
Chasing quail in south Texas just outside of Cotulla. We were laughing and having a good time. I heard one of the guys screaming, so I go back to see what's going on and he is walking back holding his hand. He had tripped and fallen on a mesquite stump. It went into the back of his hand, but not all the way through. When we did not respond quickly enough, he had to yank his own hand off of the stump.
He ended up spending the next several months fighting off some bad arse infections. The anti-biotics almost got him to, because they killed his natural bacteria as well. There were a couple of times that they were not sure he was going to make it.
He ended up spending the next several months fighting off some bad arse infections. The anti-biotics almost got him to, because they killed his natural bacteria as well. There were a couple of times that they were not sure he was going to make it.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 3:19 pm to RogerTheShrubber
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.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 3:24 pm to whodatigahbait
I hit a rabbit in the head with a 22 rifle swung like a golf club one night. He jumped out in the two track right in front of us. I was being funny and got off the golf cart to see how close I could get. I kept getting closer and closer until, "WHACK!" We got a good laugh about that.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 3:25 pm to whodatigahbait
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Posted on 12/10/12 at 3:25 pm to MSWebfoot
Driving back to college when I was 20 my pickup died one night, in the rain. A 3/4 ton Suburban with 5 hunters in it picked me up. It was the middle of the night so the were going to have to take me to a town 30 miles down the road. They offered me an Old Milwaukee Light and I accepted. It made me feel funny and the next thing I know I wake up in a cabin in the hills, presumably SE OH. They said I fell asleep and there wasn't any place to drop me off the night before so they just proceeded to their camp. After breakfast they would run me back into town.
This is where it gets weird. Over breakfast the conversation turned to their favorite hunts. Wolves, bears, rhinos...humans. WTF?! As breakfast was winding down I was told, "We''ll run you back to town after a short walk in the woods." I didn't like the sound of that so I excused myself to use the outhouse and bolted the frick out of there. Took me two days to find my way back to civilization.
This is where it gets weird. Over breakfast the conversation turned to their favorite hunts. Wolves, bears, rhinos...humans. WTF?! As breakfast was winding down I was told, "We''ll run you back to town after a short walk in the woods." I didn't like the sound of that so I excused myself to use the outhouse and bolted the frick out of there. Took me two days to find my way back to civilization.
Posted on 12/10/12 at 3:27 pm to Cold Pizza
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Cold Pizza
Where have I heard this before
Posted on 12/10/12 at 3:29 pm to AlmaDawg
Friends of mine back in h.s. were roosting woodies one afternoon on the lake bank. Game warden heard the shooting from a nearby landing and came a running. He snuck up on em and came out from behind a tree, when one of my buddies saw him, it was so dark you couldn't see his uniform. They asked him what kind of duck is this with one em holding the duck in his hand. The game warden replied. An illegal duck. They were all minors and had to go to federal court with their parents in tow. Glad I missed that hunt.
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