Good hunting story?

Toad

Toad

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I can't help but notice that we devoted 8 pages to a heated debate over a proposed bill that got rejected. Even a few more pages after we knew it had been rejected. I am as guilty as anybody else of keeping the thing going, and I apologize...:eek:

So I was hoping I could start a better thread that I would enjoy reading.:thumbsup: Anybody got a good hunting story to share from last season?:D Was there something that happened that makes you smile, laugh, or still seems unbelievable when you think back about it? Maybe a lesson you learned or re-learned.
 
I didn't get out much this season, but I did have a memorable hunting moment I wanted to share. I don't know if I posted this earlier or not, but it was pretty funny... Sorry, a little long-winded too...

My uncle and I hunted a place where there was a "Y" shaped draw. It was just the two of us, so we each started at one tip of the top of the Y, met at the intersection, and hunted together down to the bottom. When we got near the intersection of the Y, a rooster got up in front of my uncle and bang, bang, bang... It appeared to be head-shot because it was flying in a crazy pattern but then regained it's composure and flew several hundred yards back up his side of the Y and looked like it (maybe) dropped next to his truck. Due to the angle of the sun he never saw it go down and my view wasn't the best, but I made a mental note of where I thought it might be and we continued on. We got another bird or two together down towards the bottom of the Y, where we jumped in my truck and drove back to his truck.

When we got back to his truck I let the dog out and said we should let her work the area for a while because it looked like the bird might have gone down. I wasn't totally confident, but ya gotta try, right? It wasn't too long before the dog was on point and I was (stupidly) walking over to take a look with my gun still in the truck... Guess what was staring back up at me, still very much alive and alert...:eek: So I sneak backwards and get my uncle's attention and tell him to get his gun cause his bird is RIGHT THERE!

So he gets out his gun, loads, walks in and sees the bird staring up at him. He starts doing a slow creep towards the bird, thinking he will just grab it.:eek: My dog is having none of that idea, because she thinks she would rather do the retrieving, thanks... With my uncle's hand just inches from the rooster, Daisy the dog busts in and tries to make the grab first. This action flushes the rooster right up into my uncle's face!:eek: He is swinging his free hand around to try and grab the bird out of mid-air, meanwhile Daisy is thrashing and snapping at the bird as well.

The rooster manages to evade both of them, and makes it to open air. I'm yelling SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT as my uncle shoulders his shotgun and follows the bird, never firing a shot. In the confusion, he never flipped off his safety! We watch the bird fly off into the sunset never to be seen again. All he can do is hold out his left hand and say, "I got feathers:eek:." And I have now have something to rib him about.... at least until I do something funnier than that.:cheers:
 
It was still a good thread.
I just had fun every time. I got to put birds down for all three of the vets. Odie my male kept getting hen after hen after hen. Then one day while driving by some public I saw 4 roosters in a small patch. So I went home and grabbed him. We got back there and started out. The birds flushed wild. About 20 or so birds flushed way out and I started to think that was all of them. But Ode just kept pounding the ground and was having a good time. He is a cattail harvester. He just punishes that stuff. Any way we were just about done with Oh 20 feet to go before we ran out of cover. All the sudden he came 1'4ing past me and threw his head, I knew it was one last bird, but what flavor. He bolted 10 feet to the right and busted a big rudy cackling up a storm. The bird flew out over the slough and I popped him out there about 50-60 yard he hit the cattails. I sent him as he was steady. This was a tough retrieve, but he was on his way back with it before you thought he picked it up. Made his day. We finished with that 1 bird. That was all that was left in that patch. Just goes to show as it's happened before, never say never. If they fly, give it a try.:thumbsup: After flushing several hens and staying steady, it was nice to finally reward the dog.
 
Pheasant - Human Collision

While walking some high red grass in a draw of a CRP field, a pheasant flushed right in front me and flew smack into my right thigh. I had just gotten my limit so I just watched as he flew down the draw after reflushing. I once had a pen raised chukar fly right for my face. I had to duck! But he was a tasty bird.
 
i was out hunting with a buddy and we were driving back to the motel after a good day of hunting. I had to take a leak so we pulled over in the near dark and i was relieving myself on the edge of a winter wheat field. There was a small patch of fairly sparse cover on the edge of the road maybe ten feet by ten feet. I heard some rustling and before i could do anything, the patch exploded with 7 or 8 pheasnts busting cover. Startled the crap out of me. Funny stuff.
 
carptom1 said:
i was out hunting with a buddy and we were driving back to the motel after a good day of hunting. I had to take a leak so we pulled over in the near dark and i was relieving myself on the edge of a winter wheat field. There was a small patch of fairly sparse cover on the edge of the road maybe ten feet by ten feet. I heard some rustling and before i could do anything, the patch exploded with 7 or 8 pheasnts busting cover. Startled the crap out of me. Funny stuff.
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Well finish the story, tell us about leaking on your shoes.:D
 
A few season ago my son and I were hunting and the weather was pretty nasty. Since there was just 2 of us we would take our Mule and park it at one end of the field and go to other end in the pickup. When we got through we just loaded up and drove back so we didn't have to retrace our steps. He hadn't hunted pheasants alot and I guess didn't realize how they sometimes "come back to life." The dogs brought him a cripple and he sort of squeezed it a little and stuck it in his vest. We had loaded up and cruising back to the pickup when I heard him holler "what the hell" and raised up out of the seat and started grabbing his back. A fully live rooster came bailing out and hit the ditch. We slammed to a halt and jumped out with the dogs but we haven't found that gentlemen yet. He now performs a little head surgery on the cripples.
 
I have told this story on here before. But for the new members here goes.

My Uncle and I were hunting cranberry bogs near Istanti, MN. There was creek running down through the bogs that had little islands with bull-rushes on them. The Pheasants were hiding on these islands. Seeing I had on rubber barn boots, I went walking the creek stepping on each island. I stepped onto this one island and a rooster came straight up and clipped me on the chin. I lost my balance and fell on my butt into the creek. I took two shots at the bird from my hip. Missed both barrels. My uncle was laughing so hard he said he could not see the bird to shoot. My Uncle kept teasing me for long time. I was the only man ever cold-cocked by pheasant........Bob
 
My favorite memory from this year was hunting pheasants on a field edge boardering a flooded harvested rice field. JP was working the cattails on the edge when he gets real birdy and starts pounding the cover. I get ready for a shot, but nothing. JP is now running through the field with chest high water, chasing a wing tipped mallard drake. He chased that thing from one side of the field and back before catching it. Once he got a hold of the duck a guy on a quad shows up about 100yds away trying to get JP to retrieve the duck to him. JP brought the bird to me (good boy) and the man came over to us to claim the last bird of his limit, scolding his lab for being showed up by a springer.:D
 
I went to SW Minnesota a few years in a row to hunt with a guy

we hunted a bit north of Pipestone- third day he didn't really care to go out- blowing pretty good and snow in the air-

So me and the three Britt's went out- nice public hunting area- blowing pretty good as we headed into this draw that stretched for about a mile-

dang- pheasants were getting up- flying with the wind towards this hillside that looked to have some buldings on it

we follwed- old farm site- two Britt's are on point with an old building close-
thinking we've got it pretty good- drifting blowing snow and cold and windy-
I circle and come in facing the front Britt- bottom drops out and I'm falling- toss the gun and grab at the edge- it breaks and I drop- something in the bottom- brush whatnot- landing isn't so bad- I catch my breath- bit of hurt on one side- I stand up- looking up-

oh crap- where are the dogs- I holler- nothing- I think I have my cell phone- dig arround in my pockets- I trip- now I'm thinking- I could get out of this- really start hollering- not sure what my Britt's are doing-

the sides are rough- like rocks or something- I can brace and work up- get close and fall- try again- snow falls from above- I look up- think I hear whinning- calm down- the Britt's are up there- this can be done
 
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