in 2010 I was just getting back into archery huntin, bought a PSE compound and a climbing tree stand. Well I started dating a beautiful Woman who happened to have 350 aches of family land. (Have since married her) well I climbed up a tree early and sat down and soon heard shuffling in the leaves and I could just make our a nice set of horns coming my way. Well I waited and a nice old 8pt stopped 15yrds away. I drew and shot the deer spun and a Huge shower of sparks lit up the woods. I wondered are the deer here wearing steel vests, i hear the deer go down and climb down and I had not seen a chunk of old barb wire right were I shot. Come to find out the arrow went though the deer and when he spun around the broad head scraped on the fence and created the sparks. Well not many believe it but it's true. Nice old buck with crab claw rack great memory
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A guy i knew in Eastern iowa went out to hunt a ranch in wyo that they had hunted numerous times. The rancher had to sign the tags to be legal. One guy went in to get them signed. He and the rancher got along real good always. The rancher asked if the Iowan could do him a favor. He said sure.....he was asked to put down the ranchers old horse that he rode forever. He just couldn't finish his horse after all the years. My buddy says ...i can't shoot your horse. They went back and forth . Finally after a bit the rancher said if you want to hunt you have to shoot the horse. Period. So my buddy finally said he would but wasnt feeling good about it. Rancher said it was doing him a big favor. So my buddy goes out to the truck. Everyone asked how it went. He said.....the rancher wouldn't let them hunt. In disbelief they drove out of the yard. My buddy faked being real mad. As they are going out the drive he said STOP the truck. He says I'll show him. Proceeds to get out, reach in the back , gets his rifle, shoots the horse. He got back in the truck quickly and says "hurry up, lets get the hell outta here ". Everyone was mortified....chewing him out. Oh my god what are we gonna do.....the cops are gonna get us....etc. after a couple of miles he let them in on the story. The other guy's were so p....d off. Everyone back home laughed about that for years. He became somewhat of a legend for that practical joke.
JungleShooter
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I had no idea when I started this thread that it was going to be THIS GOOD!! 
That practical joke is a screamer (I did scream when the joke came out!)!
Thank you all.
And note to self: Stay away from new game wardens and from electrical fences (almost every house here has them where I live.... — on to of the 10 foot property wall usually).
Matthias
That practical joke is a screamer (I did scream when the joke came out!)!
Thank you all.
And note to self: Stay away from new game wardens and from electrical fences (almost every house here has them where I live.... — on to of the 10 foot property wall usually).
Matthias
My most unique was hunt a few decades ago in Botswana. Since my youth, hunting the African Lion was dream I felt destined to fulfill. I happened, and every aspect of the hunt was fascinating. I found that the most challenging part of the hunt was finding the right Professional Hunter. After quite a bit of back and forth, I was able to hire Ronny Blackbeard, a quite renown, specialist Lion hunter that earned his reputation from the age of 14 single handedly eliminating a cattle killing pride of lions from the neighboring farm of the then President of Botswana. Back then there was no baiting. All lions were to be tracked on foot. For this, Ronny had two Bushman he used exclusively, both which he raised and supported from their youth. In preparation for the hunt he insisted that with my H&H, 500-450 double Express Rifle, that I be able to hit a coffee can off hand at 25 yards with two fast consecutive shots. He did have me demonstrate this upon arrival to camp. As an aside, this rifle was a Dominion grade H&H produced originally in 1904 for W.Buckley, a famous author, hunter, guide, adventurer, and officer in Rhodesian conflict. As the Kynoch ammo was long discontinued, I had to construct custom 480gr loads using custom dyes(Huntington) to neck down readily available 470 brass, found that the Woodliegh SP bullets were produced with the Kynock ogive, and adapted fast burning modern powders with kapok filler to achieve the original H&H standard regulation of the open sights….4 shots, 2 per barrel, 1.5", at 50 yards, POA. IThe rifle has some serious provenance. In addition to being originally purchased by Buckley, years prior to my purchase, this rifle had been in the possession of Elmer Keith and Ed Fowler. I still have a few of Keith's old reloads which were supplied with the rifle.
The hunt took place in the Chobe region of Botswana, low 40's at night, 90's during the day, long dry grass, Mopane scrub, and thorn bush. A few days prior to my arrival, Ronny had received word from a farmer that his only cow had been killed and eaten by a small pride of lions. We went to the farm where the old wood fence had been broken down by the pride, and the cow dragged out and consumed. The trackers quickly picked up the track which consisted of two males and a female. For a day and a half and several miles of thick brush it was purely amazing to watch the trackers at work. Slow and quite, for most of the distance I was only in socks to keep noise at a minimum. We finally came upon the pride which was bedded down in the long grass at a few paces! Almost instantly, the younger male and the female circled to the left of us, tails lashing and growing at 20 feet. Ronny and the trackers were occupied with them, all yelling and waving to get them to leave. With no back-up, Ronny yelled for me to shoot the male which was now up, growing, and in a position to move towards us. My first shot(seen in the photo, was a killing chest shot, but he turned towards me still up when I placed a 2nd frontal chest shot which put him down(see expanded 480gr Woodliegh which ended up fully expanded under the hind quarter skin, weighing 468gr! At the shot, the other two lions ran off, and Ronny instructed me to put an insurance shot into the downed cat. All this occurred in less then 30 seconds, but it felt like an hour! As the "high" wore off we moved the cat to the shade to keep it cool while Ronny went for the vehicle. While sitting there with that Lion, I couldn't help placing my arm in its incredibly fanged jaws. What I didn't see was one of the comedian Bushman trackers pressed his toe against the lions chest. The escaping air resulted in a LOUD growl. I'd swear my heart stopped beating! The trackers were rolling on the ground. When Ronny returned and the told him of the joke, he washed my arm down with gasoline to kill the ever present bacteria in the carnivores mouth. As to the Lion, aside from my keeping the hide snd having a chest mount made, it served the Titswanna tribe living behind our camp quite well. The entire cat was made into jerky, and the elders made a soup out of the it's tongue. Ronny told me that by consuming the soup, they believed that they would know if their wives were disloyal!
Overall, I remember this hunt as if it were yesterday, and consider one of my most unique and memorable experiences of 50+ years of hunting.
Pics: Recovered 480 gr 458 cal Woodliegh, Lion/H&H 500-450 with insert of Lion of W. Buckley 1904 with my rifle,
The hunt took place in the Chobe region of Botswana, low 40's at night, 90's during the day, long dry grass, Mopane scrub, and thorn bush. A few days prior to my arrival, Ronny had received word from a farmer that his only cow had been killed and eaten by a small pride of lions. We went to the farm where the old wood fence had been broken down by the pride, and the cow dragged out and consumed. The trackers quickly picked up the track which consisted of two males and a female. For a day and a half and several miles of thick brush it was purely amazing to watch the trackers at work. Slow and quite, for most of the distance I was only in socks to keep noise at a minimum. We finally came upon the pride which was bedded down in the long grass at a few paces! Almost instantly, the younger male and the female circled to the left of us, tails lashing and growing at 20 feet. Ronny and the trackers were occupied with them, all yelling and waving to get them to leave. With no back-up, Ronny yelled for me to shoot the male which was now up, growing, and in a position to move towards us. My first shot(seen in the photo, was a killing chest shot, but he turned towards me still up when I placed a 2nd frontal chest shot which put him down(see expanded 480gr Woodliegh which ended up fully expanded under the hind quarter skin, weighing 468gr! At the shot, the other two lions ran off, and Ronny instructed me to put an insurance shot into the downed cat. All this occurred in less then 30 seconds, but it felt like an hour! As the "high" wore off we moved the cat to the shade to keep it cool while Ronny went for the vehicle. While sitting there with that Lion, I couldn't help placing my arm in its incredibly fanged jaws. What I didn't see was one of the comedian Bushman trackers pressed his toe against the lions chest. The escaping air resulted in a LOUD growl. I'd swear my heart stopped beating! The trackers were rolling on the ground. When Ronny returned and the told him of the joke, he washed my arm down with gasoline to kill the ever present bacteria in the carnivores mouth. As to the Lion, aside from my keeping the hide snd having a chest mount made, it served the Titswanna tribe living behind our camp quite well. The entire cat was made into jerky, and the elders made a soup out of the it's tongue. Ronny told me that by consuming the soup, they believed that they would know if their wives were disloyal!
Overall, I remember this hunt as if it were yesterday, and consider one of my most unique and memorable experiences of 50+ years of hunting.
Pics: Recovered 480 gr 458 cal Woodliegh, Lion/H&H 500-450 with insert of Lion of W. Buckley 1904 with my rifle,
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When I was about 10 years old, I went goose hunting with my father. It was bitterly cold with lots of snow on the ground. We saw a flock of geese sitting on a small pond and decided to belly crawl up to them. My father led the way and I was crawling in the snow tracks he left behind where he was crawling. As we got closer and closer to the geese, I was surprised they didn't fly away although we were crawling in between 2 snow banks in a low area. We finally ended up right in the middle of this flock of geese when my dad suddenly stood up. The geese tried to fly, but were frozen in the ice. Suddenly the ice gave way and the geese lifted the ice, my father and me into the air. My father was able to safely get us back on the ground by slowly shooting one goose at a time.
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Not my story, but a buddy's grandpa was out hunting whitetail one year and needed to relieve himself. He leaves his stand and wanders down the hill a ways, digs himself a cat hole and gets down to business. Couple minutes later a nice buck walks out, so with his pants still around his ankles he leans forward grabs his gun and shoots it. Unfortunately, being a little off balance the recoil knocked him back onto his rear…..and his cat hole! Kinda gross but pretty darn funny. Especially when he tells it in his northern Maine accent.
