re: craziest outdoor/hunting story

Were trolling for bass on TB and my brother gets a bite using on an unltr-lite rod and reel combo. He was trying to wrestle it in when the line breaks. My grandfather and I reel in and I have his line caught on my bait. We hand pull in the bass.

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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.


I know a guy who uses a damn hawk. Beat that!

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in an urban park?

I know some guys that will routinely jump shoot ducks at the local sewage treatment plant.

Opening day of bow season one year. Left office early to walk around a little/see where I was going to hunt. Here's what transpired.....

1. Parked truck, all windows down.
2. Bow in bed of truck, arrows on seat.
3. Walking back to truck, sun directly at my back, wind HOWLING in my face.
4. Watch bobcat come out of the woods, walk directly behind my truck. I'm about 30 yards from truck at this point. He's walking into a grown up field. So get the picture? Truck is on a road, woods on one side of road, field on the other.
5. Walk to truck, reach through the open window, grab arrow.
6. Walk to back of truck, grab bow out of back of truck.
7. Look in field. Bobcat is exactly 37 steps away, in a VERY brushy field.
8. Decide I'ma let one fly anyway. He's quartering away.
9. Arrow goes into ribs, comes out under his ear. He wasn't even kicking when I walked up.

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I was going meet some friends camping, well my thats with me decides he thought it would be cool if he jumped in the back of the truck with his shirt off waving it in the air while pulling into the camp site. On the wayto the site, I passed upthe road. I hit a quick U, and floor it back to the road. When I get to the road, I cut the wheel hard and ny buddy flys out of the back the truck. At first I didn't notice he was gone. Then I see his body lifeless on the gravel. I thought he was dead. I stop the truck and run to him. He was breathing fricked up so I turned him on his side, then he came to. I look up and in the distance the park ranger is coming. Done drank 12 beers and was thinking I was going to jail. He asked us a few questions and then left. Went to the camp site, got a sober driver, drove 32 miles to the nearest hospital. Shattered his collar bone. Doc gave him some pain pills and he wanted to go back camping. So we did. Got drunk all weekend after.

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he's lucky it was only a collarbone

Not my story, but a friend's who has a ranch in South Texas.

They had a big crew down to their massive (like 10K acres) for a weekend of Whitetails and exotics just outside of Marble Falls. They got in early afternoon and probably had 10 guests (all new to the ranch) all scattered out in the boxes and blinds for that first evening hunt. I think we've all been there, you drop off 5-6 guys at their stands, lose track of exactly where you are on a new place. Everybody let the deer walk that first evening, came back to camp, had a nice supper, drank around the fire, you know the scene.

The next morning, everybody got up to grab a bite of breakfast and discuss what stands they were going to hunt. "Well, how about stand 8? Didnt James hunt #8 last night? James? Is he still asleep? Somebody go wake him up." Well, James wasnt in his bed. Then comes some very confused looks. "Wait, was James here for dinner last night?" THEN comes the inevitable "Which one of you was supposed to pick him up from his stand last night?"

Yes, he spent the night in the stand. Tried to find his way back several times, no flash light, tons of cactus, back to the stand.

First question when they picked him up, "Well, did you see anything?"

And I've heard another one told at several different camps (hopefully one of you has heard it and can ellaborate) about a prank where there was some hard chargin' guest at a deer camp who was so die hard that it started to annoy everyone. If I recall, they fixed every clock in the house, truck, his watch, phone to read 4:45 AM after the guy had gone to bed. In reality, it was only like 1:30 AM. They took him to the stand and dropped him off.

He apparently thought there was some sort of eclipse going on and that was why the sun wasnt coming up.

The road I grew up on had pecan trees on opposite sides of the road. Squirrels would jump from one tree to the other. If they fell, they hit the pavement. My dad would listen for the "pock" and go out there before the squirrel either recovered or was run over. We had a fairly steady supply of squirrel year round.

Guy smoking while taking a crap at the camp. It was in the middle of a gas field and there was natural gas in the water. The gas ignited and blew him off the shitter.