Funny bowhunting stories
10-02-2007, 11:13 AM
#11
Fork Horn
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RE: Funny bowhunting stories
I met a friend to do some coyote hunting late Feb..2001. My friend had a new carbon lined tent that he had set up, a new electronic call and a furry thing that wiggles a lot to bring them in close. We were both kind of exited to get out, the day before we had located an active den and were pretty sure we were going to see coyote's that day.
It was cold, thermometer hovering around 0, winds gusting to about 15- 20 mph. To stay warm I packed a propane heater, strapped it to my back pack and off we went. At first light, we were cosy in the tent and as we're watching his wiggley thing, a redtailed hawk swoops out of the sky and takes off with it!
My friend runs outside, watches the hawk fly away and just before it flies out of sight, it drops the decoy. Now my friend was already a little mad at me because I can't stop laughing and he wants to go look for his decoy. Off he went, 7 am and he's going to get his decoy back. 11 am roles around and I'm cosy in the tent, 2 coyote's show up, I shoot one, still no sign of my friend or his decoy, I turn off the heater, leave it in the tent, and take my prize back to my truck. At the truck, I listened to the forcast, ate some lunch and as I'm about to head back out, I smell smoke. Not leaves burning, not wood,.......
As I rush back to the tent, I find my friend had returned, he found his decoy, got back into the tent, lit the heater and it flamed up and torched his tent to the ground! He managed to save the heater, back pack and our gear, had some singed hair, burnt a few holes in his camo, and melted part of his boot but was OK.
As I'm standing there stunned by the visual, listening to him swear at my heater I asked him what happened?
As he's trying to tell me what he did I see movement out of the corner of my eye, it's the decoy and it's working......I'm trying not to laugh, and was doing a fair job of holding a straight face until he told me, "yea, the remote controle is in the tent. It didn't start wiggling until the remotes batteries exploded."
I couldn't help it, I had to laugh.
He had relit the heater, and it ran out of gas. He put a new bottle on it and didn't turn the gas off first. He had pretty much emptied the whole new bottle into the tent before trying to light it. On the heater it says in big red letters, "Do not light indoors or within an enclosed area." Maybe that's why? If he read this and the intructions, he also forgot holding down the button that when released, starts the gas flowing. 5 years later that heater still works perfectly well when you follow the directions. He said it was one big flame all around him and the tent actually pulled up stakes, flew upward and he fell backwards on to the ground. Lucky for him he didn't zip the floor in or he couldn't have escaped out the bottom. He was cold and in a hurry to get warm, had zipped the door shut.....
"Are ya warm now?"
The frame is still there, I put some camo burlap around the base, a piece of tarp for a roof, looks pretty sad but the smell is gone. I felt soory for my friend so back at the truck, I gave him my first coyote, something I had forgot to mention back at the tent fire.
" Yea, should a been there, there was two of 'em, popped out of there den right over there!
"YOU ARE KIDDING RIGHT??!!"
(holding up cyote) "Does this look like I'm kidding?" You must have been a long ways away if you didn't here my shot! Where'd you find that fury decoy anyways? Sure took ya long enough."
"Didn't, walked back to my house, took my car, got another one."
"That's 3 miles one way walking!"
On my way home that evening, I'm driving down a country road, about 6 miles from where we were hunting that morning and I see what looks like the decoy, laying in the middle of the road. I stopped, backed up, but it was a dead squirrel. Since I was stopped and out of the truck, nature called and believe it or not, while standing there writing my name, I see the decoy, 3 feet to my left. I couldn't believe it! No bull, 6 miles away, in perfect alignment with the direction we saw the hawk go, chances of never finding it had to be a billion to one. My friend still doesn't believe it, not sure I do either and I found it. lol
He still has the coyote hide on his wall with the fury wiggly thing in it's mouth.....looks pretty cool.
It was cold, thermometer hovering around 0, winds gusting to about 15- 20 mph. To stay warm I packed a propane heater, strapped it to my back pack and off we went. At first light, we were cosy in the tent and as we're watching his wiggley thing, a redtailed hawk swoops out of the sky and takes off with it!
My friend runs outside, watches the hawk fly away and just before it flies out of sight, it drops the decoy. Now my friend was already a little mad at me because I can't stop laughing and he wants to go look for his decoy. Off he went, 7 am and he's going to get his decoy back. 11 am roles around and I'm cosy in the tent, 2 coyote's show up, I shoot one, still no sign of my friend or his decoy, I turn off the heater, leave it in the tent, and take my prize back to my truck. At the truck, I listened to the forcast, ate some lunch and as I'm about to head back out, I smell smoke. Not leaves burning, not wood,.......
As I rush back to the tent, I find my friend had returned, he found his decoy, got back into the tent, lit the heater and it flamed up and torched his tent to the ground! He managed to save the heater, back pack and our gear, had some singed hair, burnt a few holes in his camo, and melted part of his boot but was OK.
As I'm standing there stunned by the visual, listening to him swear at my heater I asked him what happened?
As he's trying to tell me what he did I see movement out of the corner of my eye, it's the decoy and it's working......I'm trying not to laugh, and was doing a fair job of holding a straight face until he told me, "yea, the remote controle is in the tent. It didn't start wiggling until the remotes batteries exploded."
I couldn't help it, I had to laugh.
He had relit the heater, and it ran out of gas. He put a new bottle on it and didn't turn the gas off first. He had pretty much emptied the whole new bottle into the tent before trying to light it. On the heater it says in big red letters, "Do not light indoors or within an enclosed area." Maybe that's why? If he read this and the intructions, he also forgot holding down the button that when released, starts the gas flowing. 5 years later that heater still works perfectly well when you follow the directions. He said it was one big flame all around him and the tent actually pulled up stakes, flew upward and he fell backwards on to the ground. Lucky for him he didn't zip the floor in or he couldn't have escaped out the bottom. He was cold and in a hurry to get warm, had zipped the door shut.....
"Are ya warm now?"
The frame is still there, I put some camo burlap around the base, a piece of tarp for a roof, looks pretty sad but the smell is gone. I felt soory for my friend so back at the truck, I gave him my first coyote, something I had forgot to mention back at the tent fire.
" Yea, should a been there, there was two of 'em, popped out of there den right over there!
"YOU ARE KIDDING RIGHT??!!"
(holding up cyote) "Does this look like I'm kidding?" You must have been a long ways away if you didn't here my shot! Where'd you find that fury decoy anyways? Sure took ya long enough."
"Didn't, walked back to my house, took my car, got another one."
"That's 3 miles one way walking!"
On my way home that evening, I'm driving down a country road, about 6 miles from where we were hunting that morning and I see what looks like the decoy, laying in the middle of the road. I stopped, backed up, but it was a dead squirrel. Since I was stopped and out of the truck, nature called and believe it or not, while standing there writing my name, I see the decoy, 3 feet to my left. I couldn't believe it! No bull, 6 miles away, in perfect alignment with the direction we saw the hawk go, chances of never finding it had to be a billion to one. My friend still doesn't believe it, not sure I do either and I found it. lol
He still has the coyote hide on his wall with the fury wiggly thing in it's mouth.....looks pretty cool.
10-02-2007, 01:36 PM
#13
Fork Horn
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RE: Funny bowhunting stories
A friend of mine loves to trout fish and in his quest to find a good trout stream, he found some good public land to hunt. We were looking for something different to do so we got our tree climbers and went to go check it out. He had already scouted a good place for himself and I was left pretty much clueless and basically found a tree and climbed it. I waited til dark, saw nothing, climbed down and went back to my friends tree as agreed. He still had not climbed down yet when I arrived under his tree. He likes to push the limits at dark.
We're talking pretty loudly, he's throwing things at me, getting ready to climb down, I look to the west, on the trail we have to leave by stands a deer, I think. It's perfectly still, maybe a log??? I look up and say to my friend, what time is it?
"3 minutes left" was the reply I got. When I got the reply, I saw the "log" wiggle it's ears!
" Then I've got time to shoot a deer?" as I've got my back to the deer, I grab an arrow, get it nocked, kept my cool and just kept talking as I drew, eased the bow around,
"Yea right, what ever." He has no clue yet, he's turned around and about ready to start his desent.....
The deer was 20 yards and faceing me, as I eased around at full draw and found it in my peep, it takes 1 step sideways and I DRILLED IT! broadside.
"What the h*ll was that? "
" You said I had time yet to shoot a deer. I shot a deer, now get your butt down here, we got some tracking to do." lmao
Well I tracked it, my friend took the climbers and bows back and fetched the sled. While he was doing that, my flashlight quit just as I found my deer. He figured I'd just wait til he got back with another flashlight, I was done field dressing before he returned. Did it 100% by feel, I impressed myself and my friend but was a bloody mess from head to toe. My friend gave me 2 choices, ride home with my bloody cloths on in the back of his truck, or take my bloody cloths off and ride home in the back of his truck, either way, I wasn't getting in the cab. I ellected to keep my bloody cloths on and should have seen the looks I got at the gas station/resturaunt that we had to register the deer at. I think a few patrons left before finishing there meals, was kind of funny. If I would have yelled" I'm going to kill someone!", I think about 40 people were ready to run for the doors. Could have heard a pin drop.
We're talking pretty loudly, he's throwing things at me, getting ready to climb down, I look to the west, on the trail we have to leave by stands a deer, I think. It's perfectly still, maybe a log??? I look up and say to my friend, what time is it?
"3 minutes left" was the reply I got. When I got the reply, I saw the "log" wiggle it's ears!
" Then I've got time to shoot a deer?" as I've got my back to the deer, I grab an arrow, get it nocked, kept my cool and just kept talking as I drew, eased the bow around,
"Yea right, what ever." He has no clue yet, he's turned around and about ready to start his desent.....
The deer was 20 yards and faceing me, as I eased around at full draw and found it in my peep, it takes 1 step sideways and I DRILLED IT! broadside.
"What the h*ll was that? "
" You said I had time yet to shoot a deer. I shot a deer, now get your butt down here, we got some tracking to do." lmao
Well I tracked it, my friend took the climbers and bows back and fetched the sled. While he was doing that, my flashlight quit just as I found my deer. He figured I'd just wait til he got back with another flashlight, I was done field dressing before he returned. Did it 100% by feel, I impressed myself and my friend but was a bloody mess from head to toe. My friend gave me 2 choices, ride home with my bloody cloths on in the back of his truck, or take my bloody cloths off and ride home in the back of his truck, either way, I wasn't getting in the cab. I ellected to keep my bloody cloths on and should have seen the looks I got at the gas station/resturaunt that we had to register the deer at. I think a few patrons left before finishing there meals, was kind of funny. If I would have yelled" I'm going to kill someone!", I think about 40 people were ready to run for the doors. Could have heard a pin drop.
