Lets here some funny hunting storys.

[Coon hunter]

One night me and A friend of Mine Where hunting a Meet hunt at a local coon hunting club . You know where the Biggest coon Gets 1st and The smallest gets 2nd. Any way we treed a big one . In the middle of breaking up the Dog's fighting ,I lost a whole box of 22 rounds. The only place to get Any at that time at Nine o clock at Night was Walmart. Now Mind you I had packed  a bloody 18 pound coon out of the woods and was covered in blood . The man at the sporting goods section was kind of reluctant to sell us some , but we got them ,and proceeded to check out . When I got to the line this dude who was tweaking on some thing bad, :shck: ask me .  What have you been doing? where did you get that wallet? what Kind of boots are those? I had pulled my jacket off earlier in the store ,and was packing it under My arm . He said ,why is your jacket bloody ? I Said It just is . Then he seen My coon dog tattoo on My arm and said . Where did you get that Tattoo? I said In Prison . He said . What did you go to Prison for ? I  said  I killed a man . He  said  why did you Kill Him ? I said for asking to many Questions ,And he hauled A$$ LOL  :roflmao:

[Silencer]

 :roflmao:  heheheeee  ROFLMAO...

The only decent story I have is when I took my brother the first time night calling fox, he had no light but we had a full moon and snow on the ground.   We sat apart about 10 ft with the caller in between us. ( I had a light  )  I started off with JS fox pup distress and within minutes I hear a "holy beeeeeeep" and he fires his gun.   I jumped up and went over too him, he was shakin like a leaf, the fox came in and jumped on his feet.  I got all cursed out by him for not giving him a light.
It scared him pretty good.  We did find a bit of fur and a good bit of ground torn up by the shot, I think he clipped the tail as it was running away. 
He went out and got a light and caller after that.   

I'll never forget it, it was priceless for sure 

[Todd Rahm]

   I guess my only real funny came when I went back home a few years ago. My Uncle Scott (By marriage) asked if I wanted to go coon hunting, and I was all for it. We were both armed with 22 rifles and out spotting the ole coons. Well there was this one down by the river up in this big tree. Scott shot him several time and he hit the ground with a thud and quickly scurried into a hollow at the base of the tree.
   Ole dumb arse Uncle, contrary to my advice said he was gona get in there and see if he could shine his light up in the tree to see if he could spot him. "Uh......Ok" I said.  :shck: So he climbs in the bottom of this tree with just his legs sticking out and he's laying on his back looking up. "Hey Todd, I see him. Give me the 22" I proclaimed it didn't sound like very good idea at the time, but he was feeling all so knowledgeable, with a lil Braveheart syndrome I suppose.  :roflmao: So I slide the 22 in along his side and help him get it up in the tree where he could shoot it, if he so chose too, and believe me he did.
   He shot this old boar 11 times I counted, over about a 2 minute period. Then reaches his hand out says give me some more shells. I questioned his shooting ability since this thing was in the tree about five feet above him, and he was clearly, shooting fish in a barrel, or coon for this matter. While I was rustling through my pockets for some more shells, I was  thinking "Man this is a tough old coon". I was just getting the shells out of my pocket and watching his hand wiggle at me in encouragement for the shells, when I heard it..........Yip, That old coon started balling and coming down the inside of the tree. He was on my uncles head (Face) with a quickness. Scott was kicking and screaming at me to get him out of the tree.  :roflmao: So I grabbed a hold of his legs and was pulling but he wasn't coming out, and big ole coon was still dance on his head.  Come to find out his 22 which was still standing up in the trunk was sitting on the ground under his arm pit, with the barrel up and it was acting as an "Uncle Stop"  He fiddled and fought to get that gun out of the way and when, he did...............man I pulled him out with the biggest coon I ever saw just a doing a jig on him. Well any way I got him out, booted the coon off and finished him of with a couple of 22's of my own (The coon not the dumb arse uncle).
   By time I got my light onto him he was a mess. His face was shredded with all kinds of scratches and he had blood every where. The good news was he didn't need stitches and the darn thing couldn't bite him because apparently the hat Scott had on, was in the way of the business end of Mr. Boar Coon. 
   I let him regain his composer, then I picked up the big feller up for the walk back to the truck. I'm not sure how big he was, but man I would have guessed 50 pounds that night. I carried him in one hand and three others in the other just to balance me out for the walk back.
   I laughed all night, next three days I was there and still roll when I recall it. His famous last words were "That sumbitch was worth the ten bucks"  :roflmao: Thats what hew as getting for them still on the carcass back then. On the side that big boar was shot a total of 15 times with 22 longs, and most in the ass at point blank range by above said future "Darwin Award" winner.

[alscalls]

Uncle stop... :roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao:

[nastygunz]

 :roflmao:X100

[LORDDAL]

wow I  could come up with tons of stuff for this but two of my favorite ones are as follows....

Several years Ago my Pap and I were going out deer hunting we pulled up to his moms farm and he went one way and I went the other. I went only a few hundred yards up on this little field and sat down to wait out the deer I just knew ole Pap was goin to run down to me. I turned and couuld see Pap coming out of the holler into the field acroos the way and watched as he continued on up through the field to the tree line where he was going to turn and start working my way. He was about 1/4 of the way up the field when I suddenly saw movement behind him so I brought my Bino's up to see which one of the cows had followed him but to my surprise It wasn't a cow pap had a huge buck walking along behind him and he didn't even know it. now we didn't have radios and me being but a young pup of 17 wasn't about to try a shot a a buck followin pap up the field. pap would walk a little stop and look and the deer would stop and look around too just like hmmm whats he lookin for I dont see nothing. all the way across the field this big buck followd him and he never knew it the deer turned and ran for the woods further down once pap reached the wood line he never saw it by then I was laughin so hard I couldn't have shot it if he was sittin on my gun. Pap worked his way around to where I was and asked the mother of all questions "so did you see any?" I started laughin so hard my sides hurt and he was like What so I told him what had happened we walked over and found his tracks and the deers tracks side by side pap said well guess I should of looked back a time or two   I still remind him of that one every year and my sister about the buck that ran by her in the car with the rifle beside her the clip in her hand and her makin a gun with her fingers which were around the clip at the time going BANG BANG BANG BANG.  :roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao: :roflmao:

now my second my Dad and I had gone out hunting early one morning I had spent the night playing video games so was totally tired but couldnt stand to have dad hunt alone. we walked in to a clear cut and decided to split up. dad went out around the one side and I went to where I could overlook the Cut and found someone had built a tree stand on the corner of the cut so I decided what better way to watch over the cut than from up the tree. I got up in the stand and tied myself off with the belt and rope that were in it and sat down to watch. Now remember I had been up all night well shortly I was asleep and yep you guessed it while I was asleep I slipped right out of the stand to be left hangin at that time My dad returned and found me hangin and said so what you up to I grined and said oh just hangin around. he then asked if I wanted him to help me down and I said Please note I DID say please he reached up cut the rope and dropped me face first to the ground   OUCH after making sure I was ok after getting introduced to gravity and the ground first hand we got my gun and went home. the next morning dad came in and said hey you want to go hang around the woods today I said nope but I will go huntin if you want  :roflmao: to this day I still dont use treestands because of that now all i have to woory about if i fall asleep in the stand is the deer wondering why that strange lookin bush is makin weird noises  :roflmao:

[nastygunz]

Going with the coon hunting theme...we treed one one time and the old man was yelling at us to get him n quit screwing around.....I finally spotted eyes so I let one go and this huge boar comes tumbling out of the tree....hits the old man right in the kisser...knocks him right over the bank into the river....broke his glasses....we boys were shining the lights looking for the coon...hes yelling at us ....it was friggin hilarious.....then we used to MAKE my little brother climb the big pines if we couldnt get an eye to shine.....well up he goes this big thick pine....nothing ...then he lets out a squawk and comes down the tree half climbing and half falling...right when he hits the ground our nasty old leopard cur, Old Sam chomps him right on the ass cheek....talk about a scream  ...we finaly settled him down...he said hes going up the tree...pretty thick n tuff going....he reaches up and grabs a branch....feels weird so he looks and the branch he grabbed was a big black foot with big claws...where a friggin bear was standing right directly over him in the tree  ....2 funny....being a youngest brother makes you grow up tough!!!