Hunting Stories

[Swamp Critter]

Hey guys, let's have a little fun here. I'd like to read some of your favorite hunting stories. Whether they're funny, spooky (admit it, we all get spooked in the woods sometimes), true, partly true, or pure BS, if it's a good story, let's have it! I'll start. A friend of mine told me one a few years ago about a deer hunting trip he'd been on. They were done with the morning hunt, y'all know how it goes, all the guys were standing around by their trucks talking about what they'd seen or not seen and shooting the breeze for a while. One guy excused himself from the group to answer a nature call. He returns a few minutes later and rejoins the conversation. It was cold, and he had insulated overalls with a hood. He put the hood on his head, and two big TURDS rolled out of the hood, off his head, down his chest and hit the ground!! Naturally, everybody went nuts laughing! I wish I could have been there. That poor guy just crapped in his own hood and didn't know it! He may have been able to get away with it just walking out the woods, but he had to wait until he's in the midst of everybody to put his hood on. That's funny!

[Mediumheavyaction6'6]

One time when I was kid I was squirrel hunting and nature called, as swamp critter put it. I naturally had no toilet paper so I tore the bottom 3 inches off my shirt to clean up with. Well the bottom 3 wasn't enough so I had to go higher to finish up. Needless to say when I got back to the camp and my dad and others say me I looked like one of the village people with my half shirt on and shat eating grin on my face.

[SULPHITE]

I looked like one of the village people

[LaAngler]

One time when I was about 17 my two buddies and i got drunk that night, headed down to sabine refuge. 3 sacks decoy flew out on I-10 and bursted open. We pulled over and ran back to gather about one sack up so we could still hunt. The trailer lights went out on the way down leaving lake charles.

Then we got to the launch, I opened the truck door and a 24 oz beer can rolled onto ground right to the warden's feet, it really was old and i was sober by that time. The running lights on the boat didn't work so we shined a flashlight on the rear one to leave the landing.

Then pulling into the canal the bow rope twisted up in the prop on the outboard, then trolling motor didn't work. Got back into the marsh shot our 18 ducks. Although I found out my waders had a hole in it, and I only brought one box of shells but luckily got my 6 ducks I think.

Then we ran out of gas around the trappers shack on the way back! Got towed in, put the boat on the trailer.

Then we hit a pothole in hackberry and the muffler flew off my buddies ol chevy truck and almost flipped the boat when the trailer tire jumped it, he burnt his hand a little throwing it in the bed! lol

The end, true story!

wasn't my boat or truck

[Jordan]

I think I wouldve stopped after the first sentance. Lol

[adamsfence]

Originally Posted by LaAngler

One time when I was about 17 my two buddies and i got drunk that night, headed down to sabine refuge. 3 sacks decoy flew out on I-10 and bursted open. We pulled over and ran back to gather about one sack up so we could still hunt. The trailer lights went out on the way down leaving lake charles.

Then we got to the launch, I opened the truck door and a 24 oz beer can rolled onto ground right to the warden's feet, I told him that was from 2 days ago. The running lights on the boat didn't work so we shined a flashlight on the rear one to leave the landing.

Then pulling into the canal the bow rope twisted up in the prop on the outboard, then trolling motor didn't work. Got back into the marsh shot our 18 ducks. Although I found out my waders had a hole in it, and I only brought one box of shells but luckily got my 6 ducks I think.

Then we ran out of gas around the trappers shack on the way back! Got towed in, put the boat on the trailer.

Then we hit a pothole in hackberry and the muffler flew off my buddies ol chevy truck and almost flipped the boat when the trailer tire jumped it, he burnt his hand a little throwing it in the bed! lol

The end, true story!

wasn't my boat or truck

this sounds like one of my trips

[Swamp Critter]

Must be true. I don't think I could make up a story like that.

[Swamp Critter]

I was bowhunting one afternoon in the Atchafalaya Basin several years ago near Bayou Benoit. The sun was going down behind me, but it wasn't quite dark yet. It had been quiet all afternoon then all of a sudden, I heard what sounded like something running in circles and making strange, raspy, grunting, hissing and just really weird noises just out of sight in the brush out ahead of me. Never before have I heard anything in the woods that sounded like that, and I've been hunting since I was a small child. If I would have had time to guess, my first thought would probably two big bucks fighting. Naturally, I started getting excited, you know the feeling, your heart starts thumping and you breathe a little faster, shake a little, etc. I nocked an arrow and watched, and a few seconds later I saw a long, tan/golden colored body, it looked alot like a deer, about 75 yards directly ahead, but it was level with me, and I was at least about 12 feet off the ground in my climbing stand. It stayed about a second or two then jumped or ran down to the ground out of sight. I was totally confused. Deer don't climb trees and there certainly wasn't a hill there. There was an old dead cypress tree that had fallen over and was leaning against another one in that exact spot. It started making sense. I remembered I'd been fishing around there a few weeks earlier and heard what sounded like a high pitched scream way off somewhere in the swamp. I guess I figured it was just some coonass at his camp probably getting drunk hoopin' and hollerin', but now I wasn't so sure. I started putting 2 and 2 together. The noises, the color, size, up an old dead tree leaning over, all spelled out BIG CAT! This was NOT a bobcat, because it was solid colored tan. Besides, it was too big to be a bobcat, unless it was an exceptionally big one with a solid coat and no (or very few) spots or stripes. I firmly believe it was a cougar. I just saw it for 1 or 2 seconds, however I'm convinced that's what it was. Maybe even more than one, judging from all the noises I heard. Then it dawned on me that I had to walk right through there to get back to my boat, and I was WAYYY back in the swamp, with nothing but the hoot owls, big ol' gators, cottonmouths, huge cats, millions of 'skeeters that just about break your arm when they bite you, and all the other "swamp critters" all around and it was getting dark fast. The deer could have it all to themselves that evening. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. I packed up, shut it down, and hauled my butt outta there quick, fast, and in a hurry before it got dark! Anybody have a similar story? Let's have it, even if it's not true! LOL! This story is true, although I can't prove it. Ya just gotta trust me. Later fellas!

[CatDaddy]

One time me and my dad went duck hunting in the marsh. It was about 30 deg. cold outside. I was about 10 or 12 years old. We was docking the boat and i had the task of holding the rope while dad backed the boat in the water. Well, the rope was dry rotted and broke as I held onto it. My dad came out the truck and asked if i "was gonna get the damn boat or just stait at the mother effer"... well, i stripped down to nothing and jumped in... At 30 deg. the water took my breath away instantly, when i climed up the ramp and handed dad the remainder of the roap, he laughed at me and said, "I would have just went around to the other end and grabbed the boat when it stopped against the levvee"... i want to excited, but i still dried off and went hunting..