Conference vmsnet::hunting$note:hunting

    
    	So now I know how the "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" started :')
    Next thing, they'll have the same thing in Deer - good story Mark
    -Rob
    

        This is Humorous, but true Hunting story. 
    
    How many of you have had this happen to YOU !
    
       Last year during the Mass. BP season I was out on my way to my
    early morning stand, Walking in in the dark, by myself with a
    flashlight.  The previous night we had a light dusting of snow
    approx. 2 to 3 in.  While approaching a trail that I use to access
    my area I noticed several sets of fresh tracks leaving the area
    towards another ridge.  Examineing carefully showed 6 deer were
    running together.  I thought to myself, I should get into the area,
    take a look around to see where in the snow they were spending most
    of their time, and find a good stand to wait out their possible
    return.  So I proceeded to follow the trail into the area. 
      The natural light was improving enough by now that I didn't need
    to use the flashlight anymore. I was on top of a ridge, and decided
    to drop down one side where I knew some thickets of Hemlocks existed
    and I wanted to see if the deer might have used this area to bed
    in. 
       After 10 minutes or so of looking around, I found little evidence
    that the deer had used this area at all.   Then..... the worst......
    feeling ... that  can happen to any Hunter started happening to
    me at this time....
       Can anyone guess what that might be ????!!!
    
    You guessed it, I had to go to the bathroom, despite trying to talk
      to myself, and walk off that horrible urge to releive myself!!!
    
      Why me?? Why NOW ??!!
    
      Well, always being prepared for the worst, I had a roll of toilet
    paper with me. By now I found myself about 3/4 of the way up that
    same ridge that I had dropped down, approx. 100 yds. further down
    from where I went in.  So I found a tree to lean on and another
    tree right in front of me to hold my Muzzle loader, and proceeded
    to rid myself of this awful problem as quickly as possible so I
    could get back to hunting. 
    
      At this point the top of the ridge was about 25' above me and
    I'm just about done with my duty when..... What the????  Ohhhhh
    Noooooo !!!!  I hear this thumping comeing my way .... so I look
    up to the top of the ridge and I proceed to watch one deer .. two
    deer .. three deer .. four deer...  With my mouth wide open in dis-
    beleif I reach for my gun, shoulder and cock the hammer in the same
    motion only to watch deer #6 chug on by.   O.K., I'm ready for #7,
    but guess what?     There is no #7  SH@#@#$%#$#%.
    
       So now I'm frantically getting myself back together, I now have
    my drawers pulled up when .... I hear a noise from above me again...
    
    No not from God, from the deer. Three of them came back directly
    above me to horse around. I say to myself, this must be a gift from
    God or something, so I again grab my rifle, aim, and squeeze the
    trigger slightly to silence the cocking sound when drawing the hammer
    back. 
      Unfortunately, I didn't squeeze the trigger enough, and a slight
    click occurred which the one Doe in good vision froze and stered
    right at me.  At this time the Doe's shoulder area was blocked by
    a tree, but encountering deer during Archery taught me patience,
    I'll just wait, stay perfectly still, and when you let down your
    gaurd and take one step forward .. that'll be the end of you!!
    
      Well wouldn't you know, everything happened the way I hoped except
    when the deer stepped out I pulled... the trigger and must have
    pulled the shot to the right.
    
      The real humiliating thing was, I thought that I couldn't have
    missed such an easy shot, and after I shot and the cloud of smoke
    is rising etc. the deer just stood there looking, like what was
    that?  I was actually waiting for it to fall over or something,
    but it just stood there for a few seconds, then trotted off to join
    the rest of the herd.
    
     One interesting point was that with the steaming pile of sh*t behind
    me etc. not one of those six deer ever winded my stinking precense.
     
     Oh well, this year will be my year!! WITH MY PANTS UP !!!!
    
                          << JEFF >>

    A group of guys went hunting in Maine for a week.  There
    always was a lot of good natured ribbing and joking, this
    time was no exception.
    
    One of the guys brought along a heavily scented pair of 
    ladies' skivvies.  
    
    The skivvies were kept secret the entire time and duly deposited
    in a fellow hunter's dirty clothes bag.
    
    Back at work the following week, the victim pleaded for anyone
    in the group to explain to his wife that it was only a joke...
    
    They were eventually reconciled after flowers and an evening out
    at considerable expense.  His wife had caught on quick and played
    along for the rewards.
    
    Tom
    

    RE: .2 Not yet but I know it will some day. I think about it 
    every time it happens and try to keep my gun in reach. Great
    story.
    
    Thanks,
    John

    	Hear the one about these 2 dolts dragging this monster buck out 
    of thick cover, feet first?  Well a veteran hunter saw how much
    trouble they were having with the rack hanging up on everything.
    
    	"You fellows might have an easier time if you pulled him
    antlers first", said the old pro.
    
    	"Thanks mister, we'll try that", said one of the beginners.
    
    	A half hour later - "That fellow was right - it is easier pulling
    head first," said dummy #1.
    
    	"Yeah," said the other,"but we're getting further from the truck!?!"

    
    Had this Blue-Tick that was the best coon hunter in the the county. It
    got to the point that all I had to do was show him a skinning board and
    by golly he'd run off and sometime later return with a coon that fit
    that specific board perfectly.
    
    
    Then one day my wife for some unknown reason put the ironing board
    out on the back porch. The dog took a look at it, ran off into the
    woods and I've never seen him again.
    
    Was the best dog I ever had.
    
    Rick
    

    
    
    One of my cousins and I used to hunt together quite alot and were always 
    trying to pull tricks on each other. We went to the Cape one year to
    hunt deer and about 9p.m. he noticed he forgot his license so off we go
    back to Worcester to get it. Being the good guy that I am i told him
    that I'd sleep on the way home and to wake me up when we got there and
    he could sleep on the way back. Well we had just crossed the RT290
    bridge and he pulled out his Mag light, shined it in my face, hit the
    brakes, and screamed all at the same time. Needless to say I woke up
    quite quick wondering if I was going to die. Then I realize he's
    laughing his head off so thinking quickly I grab my chest and pretend
    that I can't breath. He thinks he gave me a heartattack and started
    backing down the on ramp to take me to the U. Mass Med Center. Halfway
    down the ramp I could'nt contain myself any longer and burst out
    laughing. On the ride back to the Cape I offered to drive so he could
    sleep, and he wisely said no.
    
    Then while we're down the cape we did'nt have a mirror to put on our
    camo paint so he made up my face real nice and I did his. I put a nasty
    word on his forehead an we ran into a couple other guys who never said
    a word but really gave him some wierd looks. He wasn't too happy when
    he finally saw it.
 
    Now I realized that I had to keep my guard up and not let him have the
    last laugh so I took a scent pad with fox urine on it and stuck it in
    the roof of his car right above his head. All the way home he kept
    complaining that I stunk, so just as I get out of the car i tell him to
    look up and there right in front of his nose is the pad. I thought he
    was going to be sick. it was great!
    
    Not to be out done he decides to get back at me, so when the call of
    nature occured and I had my pants down I hear this "click..click" i
    turn around and there he is camera in hand. I now have a very nice 
    blown up picture of my butt in my hunting album.
    
    
    Another morning a group of us were waiting around to go into the woods
    and my cousin decided he had to go. So he walked off the road about 15
    yards and pulled down his pants, I had my flashlight in hand and said
    to the other guys that I thought the batteries were dead. I of course
    shined it on my cousin as did all of the other guys who thought thier
    batteries were dead. He lit up like a Christmas tree and people driving
    by were honking and laughing.
    
    I stillcant figure out why he wont hunt with me any more. 8')
    
                                         Walt

    
    	
    
    wish I had a 'relation'ship like that that wasn't 1500 miles away

                                   
    Re -1
     
    I know how you feel, we both now work different shifts and have
    different days off so we dont get to hunt together much anymore but
    the good times we had we'll always remember.
    
    Like the time we were at Forest Orchard and he was shooting alot better
    that i was and then bragging about it. (mistake #1) He decided to get
    something out of his car (mistake #2) so while he was outside I moved
    his sight pins. he could'nt figure out why all of a sudden he was
    shooting 6 inches to the left. Took him a while to figure it out and of
    course I started to brag how I was the better shot.
    
    Another time we were out duck hunting and I was going to try to call in  
    the first couple birds we saw. When the first birds came by and i
    tried calling them nothing happened, the bum had filled my call with cotton 
    and it would'nt make a sound.  
    
    I got a few more stories but don't want to bore anyone, but how about
    the rest of you. This files a little slow and hearing some of your
    practical jokes or whatever may liven things up a bit. So let's hear
    em'.
    
                               Walt

     Last year my buddy (who owns a campground in NY) and I hunted Maine.
    while we were up there Gerry found the biggest set of sheds either of 
    us had ever seen.  They were absolutely huge.  That was the beggining
    of The Plan.  The week after we hunted Maine, the NY season opened.
    Gerry's campground caters to hunters.  There is this one guy who is up
    there every year who is a good guy who also likes to bust people.  He
    became our Victim.  The Victim has hunted for several years but only in
    NY. The deer in this area donot have huge racks, not even close to the 
    shed we found.  Gerry and I strategically placed the shed on the trail
    to the victims tree stand several days before the opener.  We also
    laced the area with a grocery bag full of moose droppings.  Now the
    Victim comes up to camp to scout out his favorite area.  Gerry and I
    can hardly wait for him to come back to camp and tell us what he found.
    Sure enough here he comes down the mountain with big, wide eyes.  "You
    guys won't beleive what I found!"  he says.  Then he proceeds to lie 
    about where he found the shed.  No way he's gonna tell us where monster 
    buck lives.  We were dying.  We never could bring ourselves to tell him
    the truth.  He did manage to shoot a little spike in the area.
    Everytime we see him we tell him that with a little more patience he
    could have shot the Big Guy.
    
    
    Jeff
    

    
    THe first year I hunted, myself, my cousin, Uncle and some friends of
    my Uncle hunted one Saturday (6 of us). We decided to meet back at the
    car for lunch to talk about what anyone found (new hunting place).
    
    Well lunch came and no one had seen anything. We decided to drive 
    around in the car (no idea why we did this, this is the only time 
    anyone I hunt with has ever been out of the woods before dark, never
    mind lunch). 
    
    Anyway, my Uncle had this set of antlers in the trunk, he took a 
    rope and tied them so that they were showing out the back of the 
    trunk, about 2 feet apart, look like a VERY BIG deer was in the
    trunk.  We then proceeded to drive around the back roads, every 
    group of hunters we went past just about fell over trying to get
    a better look at the antlers as we went past. It was pretty funny.
    
    --Bob
    

    
    This story is about 15 years old but every time I think of it I
    still chuckle. Well, here goes.
         My buddy Dana and I were deer hunting up in norhtern NH. We had rented
    this cabin that was equiped complete with old spring supported
    mattress. Sometime durning the night Dana gets up to go relieve
    himself. After finishing he  returned to the bunk room as I
    rolled over in my bunk. The springs squeeked. He YELLS "DON'T
    SHOOT, ITS ME!" Seems that the springs sounded to him like I was
    racking a round into my BLR and he didn't feel like eating 308
    lead. His yelling startled me out of a good sleep.
    
    sjn