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Share a hilarious story that happened to you
Posted on 2/1/11 at 10:47 am
Posted on 2/1/11 at 10:47 am
or someone you know while hunting/fishing/at the hunting camp/ or being in the outdoors.
Inspired by the off topic replies on the Snake thread.
Mine: An older guy at our camp had been drinking some serious whiskey all afternoon and someone had shot a doe and started to clean it. Well, the old dumb shite decided he was going to help out. He wanted to show the younger kid how to cut the deer's tail off with an "easier way". He was cutting towards himself and his sharp knife went straight through the bones in the tail and the knife sliced the shite out of the bridge of his nose. He went down and stared flailing around like a damn kid. At the time it was pretty serious but now we laugh at the story all of the time.
:inb4: CSB, and pics or GTFO. Didn't take pics.
Inspired by the off topic replies on the Snake thread.
Mine: An older guy at our camp had been drinking some serious whiskey all afternoon and someone had shot a doe and started to clean it. Well, the old dumb shite decided he was going to help out. He wanted to show the younger kid how to cut the deer's tail off with an "easier way". He was cutting towards himself and his sharp knife went straight through the bones in the tail and the knife sliced the shite out of the bridge of his nose. He went down and stared flailing around like a damn kid. At the time it was pretty serious but now we laugh at the story all of the time.
:inb4: CSB, and pics or GTFO. Didn't take pics.
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Posted on 2/1/11 at 10:53 am to Bama and Beer
We were frogging at our old lease and due to the bud light and lack of frogs we decided to see who could throw an alligator the farthest(windmill style by the tail). My ex-uncle caught about a four footer and started swinging it by the tail. I was holding the light and there was another guy driving the mudboat. He hit the driver in the head with the gator and knocked me out of the boat with light in hand. Luckily the pond was shallow but i came up covered in hydrilla still holding the light. Eveyone was so damn drunk I caught hell getting back into the boat. We laughed for a good while, drank a few more beers then headed back to the camp. 
Posted on 2/1/11 at 10:55 am to Bama and Beer
Put a barely wounded poul d'eau in somebody that was leaving the camp that day to go back to bama...
gets home.. plops luggage down in living room.... wife opens it... out pops.. poule d'eau....
btw.. they can evacuate their bowels for over half their body weight every 4 hours...
gets home.. plops luggage down in living room.... wife opens it... out pops.. poule d'eau....
btw.. they can evacuate their bowels for over half their body weight every 4 hours...
Posted on 2/1/11 at 10:56 am to Bama and Beer
We were deer hunting in Arkansas, nice buck ran out of woods into field. My brother had already hit it and he told me to finish it off. I shot and the buck dropped right in its tracks. Walked up to the deer and I had hit it at the base of the horn and blew one side completely off. The deer was not dead. He was just stunned. Had to shoot him in the neck. 8 point turned into 4 point.
Posted on 2/1/11 at 10:59 am to Bama and Beer
I posted this in the thread we had in December, but worth a re-post:
One deer season I was a day late to get to the camp due to a wedding. I got to camp late Saturday morning on opening day in North Louisiana. I climbed into my stand even though it was raining pretty hard. Not 3 minutes into my hunt I spot a huge buck not 100 yards in front of me poking his head out of a pine thicket. My balls dropped as I noticed it was at least a 10 pt, maybe 12. Problem was, when I saw him, I knew he had seen me cause he was frozen and looking in my direction. After about a minute (which you know feels like 5 hours) of being absolutely still, he doesn't move. I'm freaking out but then I start to get suspicious. So I say screw it and slowly pit him in the scope. He doesn't move. I don't know why, but I don't pull the trigger. Something isn't right. So I do a horrible impersonation of a bleet since I wanted to keep him in the scope. Doesn't move. WTF? So I climb down from my stand with my eye on him the whole time and yelp every now and then to see if he will run. I get up to the deer and noticed he was a 12 point! A freaking 12 point mounted deer that my uncle put there as a joke. I grabbed it from the tree and dragged it to the camp behind me. There everyone was waiting with cameras. I never got pissed cause they executed it so damn good. My uncle was a bit pissed cause he thought for sure I would shoot, but I didn't.
One deer season I was a day late to get to the camp due to a wedding. I got to camp late Saturday morning on opening day in North Louisiana. I climbed into my stand even though it was raining pretty hard. Not 3 minutes into my hunt I spot a huge buck not 100 yards in front of me poking his head out of a pine thicket. My balls dropped as I noticed it was at least a 10 pt, maybe 12. Problem was, when I saw him, I knew he had seen me cause he was frozen and looking in my direction. After about a minute (which you know feels like 5 hours) of being absolutely still, he doesn't move. I'm freaking out but then I start to get suspicious. So I say screw it and slowly pit him in the scope. He doesn't move. I don't know why, but I don't pull the trigger. Something isn't right. So I do a horrible impersonation of a bleet since I wanted to keep him in the scope. Doesn't move. WTF? So I climb down from my stand with my eye on him the whole time and yelp every now and then to see if he will run. I get up to the deer and noticed he was a 12 point! A freaking 12 point mounted deer that my uncle put there as a joke. I grabbed it from the tree and dragged it to the camp behind me. There everyone was waiting with cameras. I never got pissed cause they executed it so damn good. My uncle was a bit pissed cause he thought for sure I would shoot, but I didn't.
Posted on 2/1/11 at 11:01 am to choupiquesushi
Fishing in December on Lake Bruin. I decided to scare my fishing partner and drove through a wad (thousands) of coots, at about 65 mph. They jumped up and were literally flying between me and my buddy in the boat. Then, some of them must have gotten scared... I felt something hit my face. I rubbed my face, and had coot crap all over it. It even got in my mouth. I got off plane immediately and started spitting and sputting, putting lake wate in my mouth to rinse the fowl feces out of my mouth. My buddy was cracking up the entire time.
Posted on 2/1/11 at 11:01 am to deaconjones35
quote:Damn, I was hoping it isn't Germans. I looked, but didn't see anything. Oh well...
I posted this in the thread we had in December
Posted on 2/1/11 at 11:23 am to Bama and Beer
quote:
Damn, I was hoping it isn't Germans. I looked, but didn't see anything. Oh well
it's all good. one of the best parts of being in the outdoors is telling stories. it would be better if we were all sitting around a campfire instead of typing from work and home...
Posted on 2/1/11 at 11:29 am to deaconjones35
With a beer.
Posted on 2/1/11 at 11:31 am to deaconjones35
Grandad, brother and I trolling on the Bend. My brother using an ultralight, hangs about a 3 pound er. He starts horsing him in and breaks the 6lb test line. I reel my lure in and it has his line caught in one of the trebles. I pull it in and catch the fish. If he was still alive we would still be arguing who caught the fish.
Posted on 2/1/11 at 11:33 am to Bama and Beer
Got shot with a Judge. It bounced off.
Posted on 2/1/11 at 12:00 pm to bayoudude
Fished in a bass tournament in some really nasty weather. As I netted a fish I noticed the lightning was intensifying to the east. Then, the Southeast wind, which had been blustery enough, turned in earnest from the west – and our tiny ship was tossed around like a babe in grandpa’s arms on Easter Sunday. My buddy started rattling off orders so fast I thought he was speaking in tongues, so I just went about my business of keeping us steady with the trolling motor as I continued to toss my jerk bait. All of a sudden, there came a knock, knock, knockin’ from heavens door. Not a bite, a whirlwind slapped the boat like my momma used to hit me when I didn’t do right – and our craft (not Lucky, I’m talkin’ about my boat, try and follow along this gets good) and we were tossed, boat and all, right onto the bank. My companion pointed his rod at the sky as lightning crashed into a tree next to us, so we ducked for cover and I thought I heard Johnny Cash singing Folsom Prison in the sky: “I hear that train a comin’, rollin’ round the bend”, so that’s when my buddy and me decided to flip the boat up over our heads and fall to our knees underneath, face in the mud, as the storm raged on. The trolling motor was still on, slingin’ mud everywhere and that’s when we both started repentin’ all our sins. Not just your “I’m sorry” type, this was for real, I’m talking about a true recognition of sin for what it is, followed by heartfelt sorrow, culminating in what we knew (at least at the time) would be a change in behavior. And let me tell you, I had no idea my faithful companion had done all that stuff, I kind of wish now he had just kept speakin’ in tongues. I didn’t know 2 Corinthians before this incident, but he repeated a lot of it so many times, I think I know it by heart now. This went on for a good hour and a half, or at least it seemed like it, then when we both fell silent, we couldn’t hear the storm no more. Reluctantly, we peaked from underneath the tummy of the vessel -- and sure enough, blue sky. Well, we flipped the boat over, picked her up, set er back in the water, and went about our way, not speaking of the incident, kind of like a cat when a cat falls off the banister, then looks at you like “I meant to do that!” The water was now as stained as our hearts used to be, and that’s when my buddy spotted a spring bubbling up clear water. Now that my friend was another omen. Anyway, back at the launch we finished in the money.
This post was edited on 2/1/11 at 12:05 pm
Posted on 2/1/11 at 12:34 pm to HerbEaverstinks
Four of us fishing out of Cocodrie when we came across a huge flock of gulls diving. We eased up and started nailing the trout. Birds were thick. Friend of mine casts out inadvertently hooks a gull in mid air.
This was funny in and of itself. He fought the gull and reeled it done to try and release it. When the bird was about 4 ft from the rod tip and directly overhead it took a massive shite in his face.
Funniest outdoor thing I've ever seen.
Funniest thing I've ever seen.
This was funny in and of itself. He fought the gull and reeled it done to try and release it. When the bird was about 4 ft from the rod tip and directly overhead it took a massive shite in his face.
Funniest outdoor thing I've ever seen.
Funniest thing I've ever seen.
Posted on 2/1/11 at 12:52 pm to Bama and Beer
I saw an elderly gentleman fishing while sitting indian-style on a block of styrofoam. This was his boat. (LSU campus lakes circa 1988).
Posted on 2/1/11 at 1:03 pm to HerbEaverstinks
quote:
Fished in a bass tournament in some really nasty weather. As I netted a fish I noticed the lightning was intensifying to the east. Then, the Southeast wind, which had been blustery enough, turned in earnest from the west – and our tiny ship was tossed around like a babe in grandpa’s arms on Easter Sunday. My buddy started rattling off orders so fast I thought he was speaking in tongues, so I just went about my business of keeping us steady with the trolling motor as I continued to toss my jerk bait. All of a sudden, there came a knock, knock, knockin’ from heavens door. Not a bite, a whirlwind slapped the boat like my momma used to hit me when I didn’t do right – and our craft (not Lucky, I’m talkin’ about my boat, try and follow along this gets good) and we were tossed, boat and all, right onto the bank. My companion pointed his rod at the sky as lightning crashed into a tree next to us, so we ducked for cover and I thought I heard Johnny Cash singing Folsom Prison in the sky: “I hear that train a comin’, rollin’ round the bend”, so that’s when my buddy and me decided to flip the boat up over our heads and fall to our knees underneath, face in the mud, as the storm raged on. The trolling motor was still on, slingin’ mud everywhere and that’s when we both started repentin’ all our sins. Not just your “I’m sorry” type, this was for real, I’m talking about a true recognition of sin for what it is, followed by heartfelt sorrow, culminating in what we knew (at least at the time) would be a change in behavior. And let me tell you, I had no idea my faithful companion had done all that stuff, I kind of wish now he had just kept speakin’ in tongues. I didn’t know 2 Corinthians before this incident, but he repeated a lot of it so many times, I think I know it by heart now. This went on for a good hour and a half, or at least it seemed like it, then when we both fell silent, we couldn’t hear the storm no more. Reluctantly, we peaked from underneath the tummy of the vessel -- and sure enough, blue sky. Well, we flipped the boat over, picked her up, set er back in the water, and went about our way, not speaking of the incident, kind of like a cat when a cat falls off the banister, then looks at you like “I meant to do that!” The water was now as stained as our hearts used to be, and that’s when my buddy spotted a spring bubbling up clear water. Now that my friend was another omen. Anyway, back at the launch we finished in the money.
Anyone wanna tell me what the frick this means?
Posted on 2/1/11 at 1:12 pm to Tigerlaff
Just some BS that guy googled
Posted on 2/1/11 at 1:12 pm to Tigerlaff
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This post was edited on 2/4/11 at 1:02 pm
Posted on 2/1/11 at 1:21 pm to tigerdup07
guess you've never been on the water during a tornadoThis post was edited on 2/1/11 at 1:23 pm
Posted on 2/1/11 at 1:22 pm to tigerdup07
You watched a dude jack off before letting him know you were there?
Posted on 2/1/11 at 1:25 pm to tigerdup07
quote:Pretty creepy
i let him finish
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