youngbuck Report post Posted December 24, 2007 I was mule deer hunting with my dad, uncle, and family friend when I was about 15. I was using a 25-06 and my dad was using a .243. We jumped a really nice 4 point on our way to glassing spot. He was probably 160". I jacked a shell in. It was really hard to cycle the action though. I thought I was just panicing and fevering really bad. He stopped at 150 yards or so and I shot. It hit probablt 15 ft low and behind him. I jacked another one in and it hit about 10 feet infront of him. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I was pretty dissapointed in myself untill, i picked the brass. To my disbelief, both said 243 on the casings. I shot 243 shells out of a 25-06, not once, but twice. My dissapoitment quickly faded. I was just glad that I didn't hurt myself or any of the people I was hunting with. I must have gotten the shells mixed up that morning when we left camp. I have never gotten ammo mixed up since then. I learned my lesson. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
johnapt Report post Posted January 10, 2008 Okay moreso embarrasing than dumb... and this just happened last weekend. This will definitely earn me a permanent, unwanted nickname of some sort. As i said in another blog, this years Jave hunt is my first hunt ever. Stayed up till 1 am getting gear ready because I was so stupid excited, even though my dad was picking me up at 4 am to hit the road to San Manuel. I was WAY overtired in the morning, had my dad stop so I could get a big tall coffee. 2 hour drive there, and about and hour on some really tough dirt roads, we parked behind my brother in law and freind Zack to start our walk in. That coffee was running right through me so I thought it best to dig a hole and handle an urgent #2 before we got anywhere near where we were hunting. Grabbed a shovel and went off a bit, feeling so proud that I was smart enough to have some camping tp in my fanny pack. I was wearing overalls, and thought I had been pretty careful to move the straps out of the way. Evidently I wasn't. The end of one of the straps was at the bottom of the latrine I dug. NO water to clean with, tp wouldn't have gotten the job done. I sat there for a good 2 minutes trying to figure out what to do. Certainly wasn't going to call my dad, brother in law, and Zack for help, I was too embarrassed. Finally I had a eureka moment... overalls have 2 straps! I figured I could get by with one, and then wouldn't have to tell them at all what had happened. I was pretty releived that I wouldn't have to admit to the party what had happened, grabbed my leatherman and cut the strap. Went back up the hill, pretty pleased with myself that I solved the problem without having to tell the story. The first thing my brother in law says when he sees me is "What happened to your overalls?" Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BowNut Report post Posted January 11, 2008 Okay moreso embarrasing than dumb... and this just happened last weekend. This will definitely earn me a permanent, unwanted nickname of some sort. As i said in another blog, this years Jave hunt is my first hunt ever. Stayed up till 1 am getting gear ready because I was so stupid excited, even though my dad was picking me up at 4 am to hit the road to San Manuel. I was WAY overtired in the morning, had my dad stop so I could get a big tall coffee. 2 hour drive there, and about and hour on some really tough dirt roads, we parked behind my brother in law and freind Zack to start our walk in. That coffee was running right through me so I thought it best to dig a hole and handle an urgent #2 before we got anywhere near where we were hunting. Grabbed a shovel and went off a bit, feeling so proud that I was smart enough to have some camping tp in my fanny pack. I was wearing overalls, and thought I had been pretty careful to move the straps out of the way. Evidently I wasn't. The end of one of the straps was at the bottom of the latrine I dug. NO water to clean with, tp wouldn't have gotten the job done. I sat there for a good 2 minutes trying to figure out what to do. Certainly wasn't going to call my dad, brother in law, and Zack for help, I was too embarrassed. Finally I had a eureka moment... overalls have 2 straps! I figured I could get by with one, and then wouldn't have to tell them at all what had happened. I was pretty releived that I wouldn't have to admit to the party what had happened, grabbed my leatherman and cut the strap. Went back up the hill, pretty pleased with myself that I solved the problem without having to tell the story. The first thing my brother in law says when he sees me is "What happened to your overalls?" I was reading this and knew what you were about to say and still almost spit my Coke all over my desk and computer monitor !!!!!! Thats funny right there I don't care who you are! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
couesnutt Report post Posted January 11, 2008 I agree BOWNUT that is to funny. I to almost spit out my ice tea!! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Coues79 Report post Posted January 11, 2008 When I was 12, I had a shot at a cow elk at 30 yards away. She was moving slowly and I thought I should lead her. I was shooting a .270, not a bow. That's enough said I believe. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ajohunter Report post Posted January 11, 2008 Well since it is the midst of the javelina season I thought I would share this great "dumb" moment story. A few years ago while pig hunting in 40B my buddy arrowed a large sow. He hit it pretty good behind the shoulder so we went to the job of tracking it. As we made our way up the canyon we lost the blood trail. There was no way that pig could have gotten out of there without us seeing it so we kept looking. Well about an hour passed so we elected to come back in the morning. On the way out I realized i forgot my hat and went back for it. As i picked it up i noticed a small cave behind a bush in the wash. So I decided to take a look. Well what do you know but there is a dead pig in there! I call my buddy over just as i start crawling head first in there to grab it. Well I got stuck and couldnt move in or out. I told him to grab my legs and pull me out. Instead of pulling me out he grabbed my legs and crammed me further up the cave! Face first into a bloody javelina! After cussing him from inside the cave i told him i had it then he pulled me out. I asked him why he did that and he proceeded to tell me that since I was already in there i might as well get the pig out to! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
