Bonehead moments????

njones125

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Have a kinda funny story about today's hunt, and my "bonehead moment". So I was able to sneak out for a couple hours this morning but needed to be done hunting by about 10am as we have a 10wk old pup that isn't fully crate trained yet, anyway first walk with my male dog we flush hen after hen, finally I nice rooster flushes right under his nose and we have one bird in the bag 2 to go, a couple more quick walks produces a miss and a bunch more hens as I'm rotating between my male and female. As I'm headed back to the truck with my female ready to call it a slow day she keeps drifting towards a cattail slough, I look at my watch and decide she is usually right let's give it a quick walk, here's where my part of the story comes in I always upland hunt with an over under but I sent it away for some warranty work so I had the trusty old 870 with. I see her get to the edge of the cattails and has the ol lab helicopter tail going, I get ready a rooster flushes!!! Miss, second shot he is down, I glance at her quick and verify she marked the fall and take another step forward and reach in my pocket for shells, at that time 5-6 more roosters get up well within range and I musta thought I had the O/U back because I watched them fly away without realizing I had another shell untill it was too late, oh well I laughed it off and headed back to the truck, when I got back I let my male out to air as I watered the female and got her loaded up wasn't paying much attention to where he ran off to, but he came back with a live rooster that someone else must have crippled, so luckily my dogs picked my slack up today!! Does this happen to anyone else, I'm not a guy that cares about limiting out but I just kept thinking am I really that brain dead.
 
i have let my dog out to hunt with out turning on her e collar more times then i care to mention lol she dose not need it i just like to beep her to tell her over or back etc. i do it all the time forget to turn on the collar that is... lol
 
bonehead moments while hunting......let me get my list. not loading the gun first hunt of the day and first bird up is a rooster has happened once, along with not pumping out a shell and chambering a new one to be ready. picking up a downed rooster, climbing up the bank of a slough, letting go of the bird to pull myself up and watching as the bird got up and flew away as my buddy laughed his ass off, and the list could go on and on:D
 
bonehead moments while hunting......let me get my list. not loading the gun first hunt of the day and first bird up is a rooster has happened once, along with not pumping out a shell and chambering a new one to be ready. picking up a downed rooster, climbing up the bank of a slough, letting go of the bird to pull myself up and watching as the bird got up and flew away as my buddy laughed his ass off, and the list could go on and on:D


did the not pumping a new shell thing on opener i had been using a auto pulled out the pump & it saved a roosters life lol...

seen the not loading gun thing a few times thankfull i have not done that 1 yet at least... does falling down in field count??? im a pro prairie hole finder i fall in holes on the prairie all the time i have to laugh now if i dont get hurt lol
 
One time my uncle hit a bird that flew a great distance and then appeared to just crumple and fall. I was SURE it was dead and had a pretty good mark on it. So we finished walking the draw and loaded up in the truck and drove over closer to where I thought the bird had gone down. I hopped out of the truck with the dog and didn't even bother to grab my gun.

I had a good mark on it, Daisy pointed right at the patch of scrub where I thought it would be. I walked up to pick up the bird and, surprise, its head was up and it was looking right back at me. About the time I hollered to my uncle to grab his gun and get over here, the bird flushed in my face and neither Daisy nor I managed to snatch it as it flushed. Adding insult to injury, it flew right over the head of my uncle who still had not managed to get his gun loaded. I still can't explain what I was thinking. :laugh:

It's a better story when it's told at night after a few adult beverages...
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Too many to remember....

Major ones.
- Forgot T.P.
- forgot ammo
- forgot boots (on a trip 2000 miles from home)
- forgot license
- forgot dog food (800 miles from home)
- forgot jacket (on a cold and rainy day as I recall vividly)
- forgot to bring water on a jaunt with the dogs
- left my bow on the roof of the vehicle (twice, nearly 40 years ago, saw it cartwheeling down the road in the mirror)

I have literally more than I can recall...obviously, since forgetting is my problem.:(
 
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how bout put n a gun case under vehicle then go move vehicle to pick up guys to save a walk then run over plastic gun case... did that 3 times to gun case i have now its still good to go again... forgot e collar for dog b4... hunted sage grouse in cami slipers forgot my hiking shoes at camp that day lol i forget alot also...
 
Not trusting the dog. I'm a slow learner, it took a while for it to sink in that the dog has a MUCH better idea where the birds are than I do. And.. if the dog is on a staunch point there is a bird there somewhere, does not matter if I just walked through that very spot 2 minutes ago.

Worst one was not locking the screen on my Garmin Alpha. Managed to inadvertently reprogram the correction buttons brushing the screen and changed my tone button for recall/check-in to a max level stim. First time I went to beep the dog she yelped (more of a scream really) and did a back flip. About as low as I've ever felt.
 
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This last trip to SD I grabbed the wrong hunting tub belonging to my youngest son. Hunting pants waist 32, vest medium. Those of you who have seen me know it has been awhile since I wore a medium. Luckily my partner had an extra, it was a large. I still looked like I had a 6yr old's vest on with torn blue jeans. I was a sight.
 
Two weeks ago after hunting up a bunch planted chukar on a local game preserve, I accidentally left one of them in my vest before tossing everything in my hunting tub in the garage. Quite a nasty surprise when I opened the tub up a week later...Ugh!

I never wash my hunting vest, but I made an exception this time. Everything, even my water bottles and shotgun shells, had the smell of rotten chukar. My wife still claims she can smell it when she goes into the garage.

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Dave
 
Uh, every waking moment, I guess. :eek:
 
1. Walked to my duck blind and waited for shooting time while watching ducks land in my decoys. One minute before shooting time, reached into my bag to load my gun, only to find that I'd brought the 20 gauge rather than the 12 to the blind.

2. Walked a ditch that ended in a small stand of cattails which my dog refused to leave. Emptied the gun, placed it on my tailgate and headed into the ditch thinking he wasn't coming out because his collar had him hung him up. As you are expecting, a rooster flushed from the cattails and then the dog came out looking at me like I am an idiot.

There are more, but too embarrassing to tell.
 
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