ultramag Report post Posted August 19, 2005 Just remembering those hunts of yesteryear, And the funniest thing i can remember is the time my buddy got a nice mule deer, That night we had are share of beers ,The next morning we got up real early before daylight and started to drive to the canyon where he got his deer, On the way there he felt mother nature calling so we had to stop in the darkness in the snow so he could let mother nature out, So he finished his business and got back in the truck and we started driving and i could smell mother nature and i told him he needed to get back out and finish the job ,So he got out and was trying to figure out the source of the smell,well we had to cut the hood of the coverall to get rid of the smell, it was a slam dunk,i will never forget that :DThat was more of a story than the deer. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
fatfootdoc Report post Posted August 19, 2005 several years ago I was hunting in CO, I guess I was about 19 or 20. We hunted the am and did not see anything so the guy I was with bought breakfast for us and then we went back out. Well I had a large plate of ham and eggs and boy were they good..... for about 2 hours, then the food poisoning hit, we were glassing a ridge and I said I think I will go glass from the tree line, got there recycled my ham and eggs(still intact I might add) and then it smelled so bad I did it again. Well the other end of my digestive tract got jealous so you know what happened next, I am sprinting through the woods to find a place to "let mother nature out" as ultramag puts it and find a good spot. hunker down and proceed and then I hear this truck coming , I figure I am fine there are no roads in sight, so no worries, well the truck gets closer and closer and I am thinking what the heck, he must be offroad, well then I realize that I am about one foot off of the road at a curve, cant stop or there will be dire consequences in my camo's, so sure enough there I sit and the truck goes right by me, a guy with his two daughters( 16, 18) out hunting. The reason I know the ages is when I got back to where my buddy was, guess who was there talking to him. Oh did I mention that I was wearing my flourescent orange hat and vest? Life was good!! ag Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bcoover Report post Posted August 19, 2005 I was with my two brother and we went out opening moring. After the moring hunt I hiked back to the truck. My other brother was about ten minutes behind me. So we just hung out and waited for my last brother. Waited and waited, finally he makes it back to the truck. So we say to him where were you did you get a shot. He didn't say anything, all he did was lift up his left pant leg. We instanly noticed he had only 1/4 of his sock left. I guess he was out there and just couldn't get back. Hunting tip from last year if you don't have any TP you can always cut off part of your sock to stay dry and fresh. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
az4life Report post Posted August 19, 2005 Hey AG I guess the guy nin the truck took his daughters out to see nature.... and they saw your CAll of Nature! Ultramag I never thought of half a sock for TP... Knew a guy that was down in a squat while dove hunting. He hears someone yell "here they come" looks up and sees a pair of WW heding his way. Still in the squat, he points the gun with it's butt (and almost his ) on the ground, and drops the only bird he got all day! Not zactly safe shooting but made a story. Got another friend that used his shirt tails for TP. Said there was no bush or leaves he was gonna use anywhere in AZ, and thought he could lose his tails instead. Maybe the makins of another thread, TP substitutes for hunters. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ultramag Report post Posted August 20, 2005 thats the kind of stuff thats you get nicknames. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
.270 Report post Posted August 22, 2005 once i barfed on a gutshot javelina i was tryin' to field dress and started a barforama o' all the guys with me. once my uncle barfed on my deer while bein' all macho and showin' me how to field dress a buck. both times involved scrambled eggs. Lark. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
azcouesdeer Report post Posted August 22, 2005 my buddy and i were coming home from a january archery hunt. it was pretty cold out so we had the heater on. well he ripped one and it was so raunchy you could taste it. when i tried to roll down the windows he cranked the heater on full blast and locked the windows. when i started dry heaving and threatened to pewk in his brand new pickup he rolled them windows down quickly. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DesertBull Report post Posted August 22, 2005 I was quail hunting with a friend of mine in Goldfields, outside of AJ. He spent the ride over telling me how good of a shotgunner he is. We got into some birds right away but half the covey goes one way and the other goes the opposite direction, so we split up. I hear him shoot about a 1/2 dozen times, while I only got two shots. When we met up, he looked mad. I asked him how many he got and he said none. So, I show him two birds and he just walks away. He got about 5 steps away and a bird flushes right at his feet. He shoots twice and misses. Just as it clears the last Palo Verde, I dropped it. It was a long shot and I was lucky, but oh well. Later we came to a fence and I hold his gun while he crosses it. He put his foot on the middle strand, grabbed the T-bar post, and swings his leg over. Well, seems a prankster has hack sawed 99% of the way through the post and when he swung his leg over, the top half of the post snapped. He ended up hanging on the barbed wire, upside down, head bobbing up and down against one of those furry little cactus that looks like a snowball. Oh yeah, he had a smoke in his mouth that was now trapped between the rim of his hat and his forehead! I have not seen that guy since. Probably because I couldn't help him get off the fence because I couldn't breath....I was laughing too hard! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
az4life Report post Posted August 22, 2005 Lark, I guess those eggs were RE Scrambled... Desertbull, Still laughing at your story Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chef Report post Posted August 22, 2005 Several years ago we were hunting dove here in AZ. Hunting the ranches and their fields. Anyway, I was with my brothers, one of which was close to 300 lbs at the time. Not very athletic either. So we come to one of them dirt irrigation canals that had water in it recently and looked like "dry clay" mud but was slippery and wet at the top. So we all jump the ditch and wait for my heavy bro to make his move. He gets as close to the center as he can as to not have to jump so far. He does his jump and lands in the muddy ditch...face first!! It was hilarious! His boots were on the opposite bank stuck in the mud! The suction had held them whilst he lept out of them. We still laugh about it to this day. AAAHHHH...the memories. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BASS Report post Posted August 22, 2005 The past January I decided to take one of my good friends archery deer hunting for the new year. Well we got back early, ate, and tried to fall asleep for the openingday. Well we got bored laying there so I started going through my pack with the spotlight. He called my name, and not thinking shined the light right in his eyes. He said some words to me, and we both laughed, but later it became a game. We each had our lights, and catching the other with his eyes open was the ticket. Well nature called, so I set a trap. A little later the entire tent lit up. Then one of the worst screams I have ever heard came. He had tried to get up to go get something out of my truck and tripped the sensor of my game camera. I think everyone in the state heard that story atleast twice over that weekend. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Idahocoueshunter Report post Posted August 23, 2005 My dad and I were hunting a south facing ridge after a significant snow storm. We had glassed most of the morning and my backside was pretty stiff and sore from sitting on the only dry rock in the country. We were in the process of moving to a new glassing location up the ridge. I had one hand in my pocket, and my rifle slug over my right shoulder. I stepped on a snow covered rock and my boot slipped and then got wedged in a crack in the rock. I started to lose my balance, so I grabbed for a nearby limb, which promptly broke off in my hand. I then started to look for a safe place to fall, but all there was to fall into was a huge prickly pear cactus. My Levi jacket took alot of the brunt, but camo pants don't repel needles well. With my father picking spines from my back end with his Leatherman, I was thinking how lucky I was that we were the only ones in the canyon. I was wrong! On the opposite ridge I heard a lone shot. I can only imagine what he thought as he was glassing our ridge with his spotting scope. You'd think, living in Idaho I would know how to walk in snow. Craig. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BowhuntCoues Report post Posted August 23, 2005 About 15 years ago me and my uncle were hunting the late hunt in unit 32 (when you could get the tag) and the call of nature happened in the morning for my uncle. Well it was very cold and he had his coveralls on to make this early morning jant. I was still in my sleeping bag when I hear him yelling and screaming, heck I thought the Mt. Lion we seen by camp was attacking him. A few minutes go by and he comes back into the tent and he doesn't smell too good, saying when he went to pull his laundry back on he noticed he never left a pile, the pile was left on the sleave of his coveralls. I laugh every time I think about that hunt . It was my 1st coues hunt and we had a blast . Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
firstcoueswas80 Report post Posted August 23, 2005 about 6 years ago, my dad grandpa uncle and i had a december unit 1 bull tag. it had snowed quite a bit that year and my grandpa. who is not the most stable hiker was hiking down the back side of a steep hill. well, about every 5 steps or so you would hear him say his favorite phrase to say when he hits the ground it goes a little something like " sone of a B!TCH" i swear he must have said that about 30 times on that particular hill. same hunt, we manage to kick up 4 bulls, my dad is runnin to get in position to shoot, and does it quite well for a big man. when he gets to where he wants to be, he throws the old 270 up and get on the elk, i can see him followin the elk in his scope and right as he is pullin the trigger his footing gives out and he falls flat on his face. not thinking about it he raises back up and throws the scope to his eye only to get a face full of snow. to say the least we didnt get any elk that day! desertbull, you win! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
.270 Report post Posted August 23, 2005 hey casey, what's a dad grandpa uncle? is your family good at banjo playin'? couldn't help myself there. commas, dude, commas. Lark. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
