High Country Antics :)

by **WapitiTalk1** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 1]

What practical jokes have you pulled on your buddies in hunting camp (or had pulled on you)? Moved their tent, hid their TP, rubber lizard in the foot of their sleeping bag, layed in wait by a trail in the dark and scared em out of their pants with a low growl, put a 10 pound rock in their daypack? Let's hear em.

by **eltaco** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 2]

Remind me never to hunt with you RJ... that 10# rock is pure evil!

by **Jahnke76** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 3]

Phantom16 wrote:What practical jokes have you pulled on your buddies in hunting camp (or had pulled on you)? Moved their tent, hid their TP, rubber lizard in the foot of their sleeping bag, layed in wait by a trail in the dark and scared em out of their pants with a low growl, put a 10 pound rock in their daypack? Let's hear em.

Dang your mean. :lol:

I tend to pull some good jokes on guys every year around here. THe best one was turkey hunting when my father in law walked by (he had to step over my legs) and didnt know I was there. As he walked by I let out a bunch of cuts with my diaphram and grabbed his leg. His gun went sailing into the woods and he jumped about 4 feet in the air. When he realized it was me he got really mad, cussed me out and said he had to go home now to change his shorts. I think it took me 20 minutes to quite laughing enough to get off the ground. That was my best prank to date.

by **Swede** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 4]

I'm not sure this qualifies as a joke, as it is old and lame. I will be in camp with several others, in the evening, wondering why one of the hunters is still out, when they finally drive in. Someone always asks them if they got something. Rather than say yes, they say something like "I had to call the wife. Did any of you do any good?" No is the answer. Then after dinner the late one says, about the time someone pulls out the cribbage board, "what are you doing, we have an elk to skin and gut". "We need to get back to Booch Spring". It is a sick joke. Maybe I need new pardners, but I don't know anyone else who could put up with me.

by **Harmy** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 5]

My favorite was about 15 years ago. I became quite the sourdough pancake maker and my buddies asked constantly for them. It became burdensome always being the one to cook breakfast so one evening I made their mouth's water in anticipation of fresh blueberry sourdough pancakes, maple syrup, elk sausage etc. Really primed them up in anticipation. Well, when breakfast rolled around I added a few special ingredients to the pancakes. For one partner, it was fresh garlic slices (garlic really does not go with sourdough...). For the other it was cayenne. You can imagine their faces changing upon the first bite... Now, these were climbing buddies and not elk hunting buddies (at the time at least). For the next many years I found way more than 10 lbs of rocks in my pack. I finally had mandatory pack emptying every day I set off. Now that we elk hunt they still get me back from time to time. Thus...

I used to love putting sitckers on my truck shell. I must have had a hundred. One day two of my partners needed a rest day while I went into the mountains. They spent about 4 hours with razor blades cutting out the letters of all the various stickers and replacing them in highly crude and obnoxious ways. It only tool me about one hour to notice the changes that evening. I spent over two hours reading all the changes laughing the whole time. The next year I bought a new truck. I have never put a sticker on a vehicle again...

Most memorable. Another climbing friend was the master prankster (his favorite was supergluing your hot coffee cup to the table right under your nose) and he got everyone but was incredibly difficult to get as he always found a way to find out first. Well, I had access to some really good epoxy. I lifted his truck and glued his tires to the parking lot. When he drove off, the pavement broke and lifted off and bounce bounce bounce he went down the road. The reason I did this trick is that he refused to buy new tires and I had been stuck with him so many times with bald tires I warned him he had to get some new ones. Thus, on his windshield was a note. "Time for new tires". He never got me back for that one. Still waiting...

by **elkaholic** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 6]

Wow.. a lot of good jokes. I guess I need to hunt with some company so there could be a little humor in camp. The tree squirrels seem to have the best laugh on my hunts as they are constantly tormenting me throughout the day.

by **2OArchery** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 7]

Every year there are several pranks and such that go on.

Last year it was badger backstraps.

My dad and buddy saw a badger while elk hunting. My dad shot it with is bow. They promptly decided something needed to be done with it. They skinned it and cut out its backstraps. They threw them in the cooler and took them back to camp. On the weekend when the kid of the group shows up, the prank begins. They cut up a bunch of good beef steaks into finger steak size strips. They threw in the badger backstraps and fried them all up. They feed them to the kid. He chews on the first one for several minutes before choking the whole thing down in one piece. While he is chewing the second one up, my buddy starts showing him pictures(they took pictures of the entire process). He finally puts two and two together and spits out the second chunk of badger meat and starts gagging. He runs out of the camper and I'm pretty sure he was trying to puke. The next morning he wouldn't eat breakfast. In fact, he didn't eat the rest of the day, either.

The worst part was my dad nearly choked to death because he started laughing while drinking a glass of milk. I missed the whole thing because I was on the mountain alone and when I got back to camp, I had to get a ride back to my truck. It took damn near 20 minutes for my dad to get the whole story out because he was laughing so hard.

There are dozens more like this.

by **Freebird134** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 8]

I haven't done this, but want to. My hunting buddy is scared of bears, snakes, and squirrels. Easy target. I really want to tie some fishing line to a noisy branch a few yards into the bushes behind his tent, and just give it subtle but noticeable tugs as he's falling asleep. I'm pretty sure I could wreck his sleep for the night--then again, I'd have to stay up tugging on that line!

by **WapitiTalk1** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 9]

2OArchery wrote:Every year there are several pranks and such that go on.

Last year it was badger backstraps.

My dad and buddy saw a badger while elk hunting. My dad shot it with is bow. They promptly decided something needed to be done with it. They skinned it and cut out its backstraps. They threw them in the cooler and took them back to camp. On the weekend when the kid of the group shows up, the prank begins. They cut up a bunch of good beef steaks into finger steak size strips. They threw in the badger backstraps and fried them all up. They feed them to the kid. He chews on the first one for several minutes before choking the whole thing down in one piece. While he is chewing the second one up, my buddy starts showing him pictures(they took pictures of the entire process). He finally puts two and two together and spits out the second chunk of badger meat and starts gagging. He runs out of the camper and I'm pretty sure he was trying to puke. The next morning he wouldn't eat breakfast. In fact, he didn't eat the rest of the day, either.

The worst part was my dad nearly choked to death because he started laughing while drinking a glass of milk. I missed the whole thing because I was on the mountain alone and when I got back to camp, I had to get a ride back to my truck. It took damn near 20 minutes for my dad to get the whole story out because he was laughing so hard.

There are dozens more like this.

Your'e a sick, sick man 20Archery... I like it

by **WapitiTalk1** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 10]

Freebird134 wrote:I haven't done this, but want to. My hunting buddy is scared of bears, snakes, and squirrels. Easy target. I really want to tie some fishing line to a noisy branch a few yards into the bushes behind his tent, and just give it subtle but noticeable tugs as he's falling asleep. I'm pretty sure I could wreck his sleep for the night--then again, I'd have to stay up tugging on that line!

Perfect.... Wouldn't expect anything less from you

...

by **elkaholic** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 11]

Phantom16 wrote:
2OArchery wrote:Every year there are several pranks and such that go on.

Last year it was badger backstraps.

My dad and buddy saw a badger while elk hunting. My dad shot it with is bow. They promptly decided something needed to be done with it. They skinned it and cut out its backstraps. They threw them in the cooler and took them back to camp. On the weekend when the kid of the group shows up, the prank begins. They cut up a bunch of good beef steaks into finger steak size strips. They threw in the badger backstraps and fried them all up. They feed them to the kid. He chews on the first one for several minutes before choking the whole thing down in one piece. While he is chewing the second one up, my buddy starts showing him pictures(they took pictures of the entire process). He finally puts two and two together and spits out the second chunk of badger meat and starts gagging. He runs out of the camper and I'm pretty sure he was trying to puke. The next morning he wouldn't eat breakfast. In fact, he didn't eat the rest of the day, either.

The worst part was my dad nearly choked to death because he started laughing while drinking a glass of milk. I missed the whole thing because I was on the mountain alone and when I got back to camp, I had to get a ride back to my truck. It took damn near 20 minutes for my dad to get the whole story out because he was laughing so hard.

There are dozens more like this.

Your'e a sick, sick man 20Archery... I like it

Yep I can see them doing that....is the kid going to hunt again this year?

by **2OArchery** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 12]

I don't know for sure. He says he is, but he's always broke and everyone's always hard on him because he's a dumb 20 year old kid.

He's also very scared of being alone in the wilderness, which is horrible if you hunt with my dad and his buddy. Another night last year, there was a bear rummaging through camp. My dad and his buddy were sleeping in the camper and the kid was sleeping in the tent by himself. My dad heard the cooler opening in the middle of the night and got pissed because he thought the kid was raiding the food. (He can eat his weight every day, so having him in camp can be a pain if he doesn't bring his own food.) The noise stopped and my dad just went back to sleep. In the morning, they go outside and realize a bear was in camp. My dad yells to the kid in the tent, "Hey there was a bear here last night." The kid replies, "I know, he was out there all night."

Now, the kid was in the tent alone, but he had a flashligt, a rifle, and he was 15 yards from the camper, so if he would have yelled, the cavalry would have come running. He was petrified. He would have pissed his pants if he'd had to go, there's no way he would have gone out of that tent.

Not really a prank, but another funny story involving the same kid. I have more, not all to do with hunting, but mostly the same guys.

by **WapitiTalk1** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 13]

So.. my hunting partner likes his fine whiskey. He brings a couple of fifths every year (when we're base camp hunting).. Problem is, he hides them so myself and nobody else can find them. He shares it... at a time of is choosing, after he's taken the first ceremonious gulp... he goes as far as marking the bottle with a sharpie to know how much is left.. and then, hides it. We got him one year.... found his bottle of Basil Hayden and replaced the remainder with my old stanby, Yukon Jack .. He got back from his hunt, pulled his "hidden" bottle of pristine sipping beverage out of his back up pair of Danner boots covered witih week old stinky socks, checked the level to confirm it was where it was supposed to be, and poured himself a glass. As he took the first sip of Yukon Jack, the look on his face was... well... like he'd just drank ferret urine.. Ahh, those are the good times in the woods

by **2OArchery** » 07 10, 2012 • [Post 14]

Several years ago, we were up on the mountain, hunting deer, I think. We came across another buddies pickup. He had unoaded his four-wheeler and was elsewhere at the moment. My dad goes over to his pickup, gets in his cooler and takes a bite out of every single piece of lunch meat and cheese in there. Then we left... I don't recall if any retaliation ever came of that one.

Another time, my dad and the same buddy mentioned above were on a fishing trip. My dad had his Beretta over and under, for all the rattlesnakes. I'm still a little fuzzy on the details, but his buddy dropped his shotgun in the creek. My dad asked him where it was. A small argument followed, it ended with my dad getting his own shotgun out of the creek. Later when they got back to the truck they were putting on dry socks and boots. My dad sees his buddies brand new pair of Cabela's wool socks, $15 a pair. He says hey, let me see those, they look pretty nice. He throws one over to my dad. He slips the new sock over the barrel of his shotgun and touches off a round. The sock goes flying, of course it has a huge hole in it. That was the end of that one.

My dad and same buddy. My dad killed his first bull about 30 years ago. A beautiful 340 class 6 point. The horns were laying in a shed for probably 15 years. About 15 years ago, his buddy wants to do something nice for him. But of course it has to seem mean and evil. So he steals the horns. Takes them to a taxidermist and has a full shoulder mount, (slight left turn, bugling, great taxi work). My dad finally notices they are missing. He calls everyone he knows. I remember, vaguely, how upset he was about losing those horns. One day, they were turkey hunting, (probably the only turkey hunt either of them has ever been on) the horns had been missing for nearly a year. My dad walks down a hill, a couple hundred yards, turns around and his buddy is sitting at the top of the hill. He tells my dad to come back up the hill. My dad says no, he says come up here, I've got something important to tell you. My dad is thinking, Oh, f***, he's got cancer or something. He hikes back up the hill and sits down. His buddy proceeds to tell him that he knew where his horns were. He had taken them to the taxi to get them mounted for him. He had hit hard times and couldn't pay for them. So, my dad had to suffer for almost a year while his horns were "gone" and then got stuck with the bill!!!

by **Freebird134** » 07 11, 2012 • [Post 15]

Phantom16 wrote:So.. my hunting partner likes his fine whiskey. He brings a couple of fifths every year (when we're base camp hunting).. Problem is, he hides them so myself and nobody else can find them. He shares it... at a time of is choosing, after he's taken the first ceremonious gulp... he goes as far as marking the bottle with a sharpie to know how much is left.. and then, hides it. We got him one year.... found his bottle of Basil Hayden and replaced the remainder with my old stanby, Yukon Jack .. He got back from his hunt, pulled his "hidden" bottle of pristine sipping beverage out of his back up pair of Danner boots covered witih week old stinky socks, checked the level to confirm it was where it was supposed to be, and poured himself a glass. As he took the first sip of Yukon Jack, the look on his face was... well... like he'd just drank ferret urine.. Ahh, those are the good times in the woods

The important question is "what did you do with the good stuff??"

by **>>>---WW---->** » 07 11, 2012 • [Post 16]

My neighbor, Chuck, wanted to go hunting with me one day. When we got to our hunting spot, we decided to split up to cover more ground. We agreed to meet up later on at a pre determined place.

I made a swing through the area and not seeing any good sign, I decided to go back a little early and wait for him to return. I sat down next to a small clump of oak brush. About noon I hear Chuck coming. He is looking all around trying to see me. It was easy to tell that he had no idea I was there. He came right up to the bush I was sitting by and unzipped his pants to relieve himself. He had no idea I was anywhere around and when I hollered "WOAH"!, he was so startled thet he got hung up in his zipper.

Man, was he pi$$ed off. But I figured that was better than me getting Pi$$ed on. LOL! That was the last time he ever went hunting with me.!!!!!!!

by **foxvalley** » 07 11, 2012 • [Post 17]

I mostly hunt alone,but not being one to be left out of all the fun, I guess I'll just have find someone on this site to pick on. hmmmmmmmm........ who shall it be................

by **Jahnke76** » 07 11, 2012 • [Post 18]

Last year we were at a buddies cabin deer hunting and I shot a small fawn that had been injured and couldnt eat or hardly walk. I decided to take it out so it didnt suffer anymore. The same night another guy that was hunting with us shot a nice buck that ran and dropped in sight from the cabins owner. As soon as he realized who shot it and got back and seen me with the little thing I shot he decided to switch them. When john got back bragging about the nice buck he shot we went to track it. The look on his face when we walked up and here laid this little fawn was priceless. He tried for an hour to convince us he shot a buck but didnt know how the fawn ended up at the end of the bloodtrail. Finally they came back to the cabin and There was his buck hanging. He wasnt sure if he should be mad or happy about it. We still keep telling him to take the antler sticker off of his glasses.

by **Freebird134** » 07 11, 2012 • [Post 19]

^^^That's pretty hilarious!

by **mongopino915** » 07 14, 2012 • [Post 20]

Not something I deliberately set up but I thought it was pretty funny.

Back in my rifle days, I dropped this nice cow and had just finished gutting her when a stranger in blazed orange approach me. He saw that I was working on a down elk and just wanted to see and chat. Well, after watching me working on the elk and talking around for about 10 minutes, it was time to venture on to find his own elk. As he maneuvered around the elk, he tripped on my green parachute rope that I had tied to the elk's leg to hold it down and face planted right into the gut pile. I must say, it was not a pretty site as I had accidentally slit the stomach opened during my surgery.

Not sure how this poor sole is going to explain to the game officer when questioned.

by **2OArchery** » 07 14, 2012 • [Post 21]

Yep I can see them doing that....is the kid going to hunt again this year?[/quote]

Elkaholic, you say that almost like you know "them"...?

by **Madison COunty** » 01 27, 2014 • [Post 22]

I was looking at old posts and these are funny. Does anyone have any new ones?

by **Indian Summer** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 23]

My guides tortured each other. One time one of them found the other guys bottle of whiskey and temporarily stole it and stashed it elsewhere. The other guy pretended he didn't notice it was missing and sprinkled a heavy dose of cayenne pepper in the thief's chewing tobacco. In true guide fashion that guy, after he put the fire out, got the other guides toothpaste tube and sucked up a bunch of anti-itch cream into it. Never ending in an outfitter camp.

One time way back in the Selway wilderness my brother and I were hiking a trail well before light. I had to stop and re tie a boot and he got ahead of me. When I caught up to him he was stopped taking a leak. I don't now how he knew that would influence me to do the same but it worked and I stepped off the right side of the trail and pulled my zipper down. All of the sudden from a mere 10 feet away this rutting bull moose starts grunting as he crashes right past me to get on the trail and run off. Pee? I about ch1t! Talk about the perfect setup.

We had this buddy who was more of a city boy than a hunter. He littered on a regular basis like it was nothing. We always picked up his trash and put it in our packs. The guy never paid attention to anything so one day, every time he'd throw something on the ground we'd sneak it into one of the pockets on his pack. It was funny to see the look on his face the next morning when he went to load up his pack and found all of his garbage from the day before.

by **timberland** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 24]

Took my brother-in-law on his first archery elk hunt 2 yrs ago. He was always talking about how loud the pine squirrels were, especially when cutting cones. On the last morning we split up hunting about 3/4 mile apart. Wanting to get back early and start packing a started to still hunt back toward the trail. I slipped up a short rise and found him sitting against a tree about 15 yds away. I just sat down to see what his next move was. After 5 min he stands, pulls out his gps and starts looking around. I grab a rock and wing it at him. It bounces across his boots. He looks up at a squirrel that is now barking at him. When he looks at his gps I fire another at him. This one rolls in front of him. He sees its a rock, AND LOOKS AT THE SQUIRREL AGAIN! By the fourth rock he figures out someone is messing with him. For the previous 9 days I had to listen to him call himself a WOODSMAN, so I'm getting a lot of mileage out of this one.

by **Willie makit** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 25]

Note to self: watch out for rock throwing squirrels, lol that's funny.

Some of my buddies that used to hunt with their great aunt, mounted an old shoulder mount deer on the end of a log and put her in the stand before day light, , , , , , then went back shortly after target practice.

I did say used to, lol

by **Elkduds** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 26]

Old rock-in-pack gag from trail crew days: One coworker was hungover/impaired/oblivious every morning. And he never cleaned out his pack. So I gradually added a 2# rock every day, as we kept track to see how long before he noticed. On about day 5 it rained, he dug down for his raincoat, found a rock. Rest of the crew convinced him we put that rock in there that day--he looked no further! For @ least the next month he carried the other 4. We knew that b/c @ the end of the job, we opened his pack for him @ lunch break, and 4 rocks were still there.

Version 2: My nephew had the same rock in his pack on a 2003 scouting trip that I put in on a 2002 hunt. In 2004, I found that rock in my pack, "gave" it back in his pack.

by **Waygoner** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 27]

We share cooking duties in camp and it was my turn for dinner. The menu that night was elk stir fry with fortune cookies for dessert. I bought the box of cookies at the store and carefully opened the package and replaced all of the fortunes with my own. I sealed it all back up so it looked like it was fresh off the shelf. I tossed the box to my brother and he opened the 1st one. He nearly choked after reading his fortune. We ate the whole box and laughed so hard our sides hurt.

by **Waygoner** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 28]

Here's a photo we took in camp a few years ago. I turned it into a magazine cover!

by **Willie makit** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 29]

Our good hunting buddy Jerry, that passed away in 2011, told this on himself:

His sons (3) got their artist buddy to paint up a piece of plywood like the biggest monster whitetail buck ever. They set it up just inside the woods enough for added 3d effect, about 300 yards off the road that ran down the middle of cotton field, don't get ahead of me here.

Keep in mind these guy do like to keep a cold beer around, the next day at lunch they "decided" to take a mid day ride in the jeeps, at this point there are 3 more guys that are in on the deer. Before they load up in the jeeps one of his sons asked if he wanted his gun, " heck yea" so he stealthily emptied his rifle and snuck in some 45-70 ammo in his coat pocket (Jerry was shooting a 30-06 at the time).

Off they go idling around in the open top, windshield-less jeep and getting hydrated; Jerry, riding shotgun, and 2 of his sons are in the front jeep everyone else is in other jeep watching.
About 1/2 way across the field Jerry spots the " buck" and spits out his beer like a well shaken coke can opening, STOP! His son just keeps idling on,
stop, stop, stop and starts shaking his son, the driver.
Big Buck! Both his sons reply, where? We don't see him! Now Jerry is already out of the jeep trying to get his (unloaded) rifle out, which somehow had the shoulder strap tangled up the the gun rack.
After finally wrestling his gun free he gets across the hood,
"What the heck I can't see though my scope! " His son had installed scope covers on his gun, something Jerry rarely used,
once he figured that out, he said, I could not believe this buck was still just standing there! holy cr-p this thing looks bigger and better in the scope! Safety off,,,,,
Click, "what the.... " Bolt another round, Click,

"Shoot him dad I see him now. "

"I can't my guns empty", "dad, don't you have extras in your pocket?" A fist full of 45-70 gets thrown across the hood and jerry struggles to get one to fit, " it's the wrong ones, quick give me some 06 bullets, we can't find them! The whole time the other son, is like "holy ...., that's the biggest buck I've ever seen."
Some one throws the rest of the 45-70 box out, no time to read the label, "it's the wrong ones too" after trying agin.
Oh wait I found one dad handing him an 06 shell,
"this is the dumbest buck I'd ever seen but he's a monster,". Booooom, , , , whack.
Dad, you missed!
Jerry: "Quick give me another round", at this point the guys in the other jeep rolled out onto the ground laughing. Jerry said he could remember wondering what the hell is wrong with these guys as he loaded for second shot.
In motion that would make Jerry Miculek scared, round 2 went down range, , , , , same whack report, " I missed again and he's still standing there, give me another"

They threw him his box of 06 shells and said have fun! All the while laughing to tears. That's when he knew he'd been had. In true fashion Jerry said he was mad for only two reasons, #1 "those were the best shots I'd ever made in my life, one finger nearly covered both bullet holes. " and more importantly #2 " they made me spill my beer".

by **Bowhunter** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 30]

Willie makit wrote: That's when he knew he'd been had. In true fashion Jerry said he was mad for only two reasons, #1 "those were the best shots I'd ever made in my life, one finger nearly covered both bullet holes. " and more importantly #2 " they made me spill my beer".

Thats a good one and some great shootin under pressure and in a hurry.

by **FemoralArchery** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 31]

Back when we all used to ride fourwheelers, everybody had a Kolpin gun boot mounted on back rack. It was very common for someone to ride up next to you and pull your rifle if you weren't paying attention. Not fun to get where you're going and find out your rifle is missing.

Lots of begger's lice stories. I don't know what the actual name of the plant is, but that's what we call it. Very small, teardrop shaped seeds that are very sticky, especially to wool or fleece or hair.

More than one guy in camp has went to bed only to find several hundred begger's lice in their sleeping bag. One morning we got up to go elk hunting. My dad's friend says hey, look at the top of my head, I got an ingrown hair or something, it hurts. My dad says no way, I'm not looking at it. About an hour later after my dad and I find a begger's lice plant. They are conveniently sized to pick by the stem and slap somebody across the back of the head with. We find our buddy on the side of the road sitting on his fourwheeler glassing. We pull up right next to him. My dad is holding the plant down by his leg on the other side of the fourwheeler. My dad says hey, let me see your head. As soon as he takes off his hat, WHAP!! right across the top of the head. If that stuff gets in there good, it usually pulls a few hairs out with each one you remove.

One of my dad's buddies dropped him off at the top of the mountain. He knew where the trail came out. There was no question as to where the pick up was supposed to happen, they'd done this before. My dad hits the main road and his buddy is parked a few hundred yards down the road. My dad is thinking what the heck is he doing over there. He starts walking towards him down the main road. He has to pass a campground on the way. There's a camp there, fancy pickup and trailer, city looking people. As my dad nears the camp, a very large, ill-tempered rottweiler comes out from under the trailer. Its covering ground fast and appears to be very angry. My dad is yelling at the dog but it does no good. He takes his rifle off of his shoulder, points it at the dog and jacks in a shell. The dog slides to a stop about 10 feet in front of my dad. The dog gave my dad just enough room to get past him and be on his way. The people never came outside, or yelled at their dog or anything. When he finally gets to the pickup, he finds his buddy laughing. When asked why he didn't pick him up where he was supposed to, he said when he drove past the camp, he saw the dog barking and figured it would be funny for my dad to walk past him.

When I was younger, we were up deer hunting. When we got back to the pickup, I took the magazine out of my rifle and opened the action to make sure it was unloaded before putting it away. I set the it on the back of the fourwheeler. Then I couldn't find it. We get the fourwheelers loaded and are ready to go, and I'm looking everywhere for my magazine. I didn't want to tell my dad that I lost it. He told me and my sister to get in the back of the pickup because we'd probably see a coyote on the way home. We take off driving, and I'm still looking everywhere for my magazine. After a bit, the truck stops and my dad is saying put a shell in, there's a coyote, hurry!! Its very difficult to put a shell right in the chamber, with no support from the magazine and while having cold fingers. By the time I get one loaded, he says oh, its gone, take your shell out. So I do. A few minutes later, he does it again. When we get back to the pavement, and my sister and I get in the front, he hands me my magazine and says you shouldn't leave this laying around. I didn't think it was very funny. They laughed all the way home.

by **timberland** » 01 28, 2014 • [Post 32]

Two friends and I were driving through a pasture to go bowhunting. We came to a gate in an electric fence. When the passenger crossed in front of the truck, my friend who was driving pulled forward. My quick thinking buddy rolled under the fence without getting pushed into it. We drove through the gate, and after closing it the passenger took the long way around the truck instead of walking between it and the fence. His smug smile disappeared quickly as he grabbed the door handle, for driver backed up enough for the bumper to come against the live fence. His face looked somewhat like this :shock: