Your best funny story about hunting, camping or fishing

[Brno22F]

Any humour writers here on HBC?? I will start this thread with one of my favorite experiences on a hunting trip.

One of the most memorable moose hunting trips I ever had was at Babine Lake north of Smithers. I had drawn a limited entry tag for a bull moose that year.

My friend and hunting partner had a cabin at Smithers Landing. We would usually team up with another group of hunters from the lower mainland who owned a cabin a few doors down the lake from us. We would keep in touch throughout the year and plan to go to Babine for a week or 10 days for our annual hunt.

Our hunting always involved pre-dawn trips by boat to remote areas several miles from the cabins. We would be dropped off individually or in pairs and we would return to the drop off point around noon. The afternoons were reserved for camp chores like gathering firewood and potting a few grouse or trout. We would leave camp again around 4:00 pm for an evening hunt somewhere across the lake.

It was mid October and we were at the lake about a week before the general open season. The weather was quite miserable, cold and wet and windy. After a few days of hunting our local favorite spots with no luck, the group from the other cabin decided to head up to Morrison Arm and camp overnight. It started to snow as they headed up the lake.

I will spare you the details of the group being charged by a grizzly and sleeping on the boat under a canvass awning in the snow. To add further bitterness and misery, one of the parties consumed a quart of vodka and passed out. Tempers flared and friendships were severely strained.

The following day, the weather moderated somewhat and by mid afternoon the skies cleared and the thermometer edged toward double digits. My hunting partner and I had returned to our cabin around 2:00pm and were sitting out on the deck having a bit of lunch when we saw the crew from the other cabin returning from Morrison Arm. As they motored past our cabin, waving and yelling to us, we could see that they had all 4 quarters of a moose in the boat with them.

We wandered over to their cabin and helped them unload and we gave them a hand raising a large tri-pod from which to hang and skin the quarters of the moose. They were a pretty happy bunch and the successful hunt had gone some distance toward erasing the dissention amongst the crew. As luck would have it, the moose was standing on shore about 3 miles from the cabin as the crew was returning home from their night of misery.

We were invited over for supper that night and we gladly accepted the invitation. As we arrived we noticed that all 4 quarters had been skinned and wrapped in cheese cloth. A big blue tarp had been draped around the upper half of the tri-pod to keep the rain off of the meat.

During supper, the individual who had consumed the bottle of vodka the previous night became rather nostalgic. He described hunting trips from years past and illustrated how the times had changed with Limited Entry hunts and shortened seasons.

In the middle of his tales and yarns, he excused himself for a minute to go outside to water the lawn. About 30 seconds after he had walked out of the cabin, he burst through the front door, rushed into his bedroom and emerged with his old Cooey single shot 20 gauge and a fist full of shells. He rushed back outside while the rest of us sat there rather dumbfounded and somewhat curious. There was a brief silence and then a shot.

During the years I hunted at Babine Lake, I was always impressed with the amount and diversity of wildlife in the area. We had seen wolves, grizzlies, black bears, wolverine, marten, moose deer, porcupine and all kinds of water fowl and upland game birds. However, there was one small creature that does live around Smithers landing that I had been unaware of up until the firing of that fateful shot.

As we sat in the cabin wondering just what the hell was going on, the fellow with the shotgun entered through the front door. He did not need to say anything. We all knew instantly what he had shot at, and missed. What he learned can be described several ways.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
The more you stir it the more it stinks and if you keep stirring it you will get some on you.
Do not shoot at skunks. (Especially if they are just wandering around inspecting your moose)

[hunter1947]

I traveled from home to my hunting spot was a 3 hour drive when I got out of my truck to head in to my stand set up I looked for my bolts there not in the truck ???? I forgot them at home LOL..

[Looking_4_Jerky]

Oh god, I couldn't even think where to start. It seems that almost every second trip has some unexpected and usually chaotic story to go along with it. Only some are suitable for recalling in a public forum :)

Some of the funnier hunting memories involve bumping into a few of those out-back locals. You know, the ones where the encounter is preceded by some inexplicable ambient banjo sound?

As for fishing, I keep expecting that as we get older there will be fewer stories, and to some extent that's true, but I think my partners and I still get revved up enough about getting out there that we frequently experience some sort of fiasco.They usually involve spontaneity, fatigue, fast food, flatulence, lack of planning and/or preparation, occasionally (8))some level of substance abuse, over-inflated expectations, lack of recognizing our (endurance) limits, sweet talking the wives because we are leaving after just having returned from some other outing, and the list goes on.

I'm sure most members have some doozies too. I look forward to hearing them :)

[Nimrod]

Some of the funnier hunting memories involve bumping into a few of those out-back locals. You know, the ones where the encounter is preceded by some inexplicable ambient banjo sound?
isn't that the truth
Or flash backs to Fargo

[albravo2]

I keep expecting that as we get older there will be fewer stories, and to some extent that's true, but I think my partners and I still get revved up enough about getting out there that we frequently experience some sort of fiasco.They usually involve spontaneity, fatigue, fast food, flatulence, lack of planning and/or preparation, occasionally (8))some level of substance abuse, over-inflated expectations, lack of recognizing our (endurance) limits, sweet talking the wives because we are leaving after just having returned from some other outing, and the list goes on.


That list just brought a couple dozen memories flooding back. I'll parse through them and see which ones are printable but I think many fall into the 'you had to be there' category. I can remember coming home with a belly sore from laughing but without the bugs, mud, cold and other forms of suffering the stories often didn't translate.

[Mulehahn]

A few silly things, but one fishing trip will go down in infamy. My girlfriend at the time and I went camping at a fishing resort up North. We pull in and begin setting up camp. I pull out the tent, only to find out that the poles were not with it. I had lent it at the end of the previous season and when he packed it up he had stored them separate. I always store them together, and had totally forgot by the time Spring rolled around. Oh well, just sleep in the back of the truck like I do when I go alone I think. Not having to set up a tent saves us some time so I decide to hit the lake. Now a very important part of this is my GF had never been in a float tube before so she was pretty nervous. Another very important part of this is that lake bottom has a very high Iron content. When you stepped into the shallows and started kicking you were immediately in a cloud of red water, I mean RED. It looks like one of those scenes in a shark movie only worse. My GF freaks, not going to happen. Fair enough, we go to the lodge and she wants to rent a paddle boat because it is cute. Fine. We go for a paddle and all is good until the rope used to tie the boat to the dock gets wrapped around the paddles and we are stuck. We are close to shore and after a short conversation I jump out and pull it ashore to clear the rope. I guess I forgot to mention that one of the reasons that this lake is so popular for fishing is the leeches. My feet are covered. Fortunately most haven't attached yet so I can just wipe them off. We get back to the dock and I decide to go make lunch. I am assembling the stove and and go to pressurize it and the O-ring blows. That is it. I am done. We leave, but to this day I get a Christmas Card from the resort owners and they remember me when I go back every couple of years.

[.264winmag]

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Boys figured they'd try to float entire elk down to a bridge a few km downstream. You can see the lack of freeboard, the river gets bony right around first corner. Canoe flips, both elk halves end up at the bottom in 10 ft pool. Boys manage to salvage gear/horns and canoe on shore. Hr or so of casting climbing rope with a rock for a lure and 'big game fishing' has an entire new outlook.

[fuzzybiscuit]

A buddy and I were hunting up on Pike mountain for Mulies in 1997. I was driving down a side road in about six inches of fresh snow with not a track on it when my buddy asks me to pull over because he needed to take a leak. I pull over, buddy jumps out, turns away from the open passenger door of the truck and starts to do his thing. As buddy is just about finished I hear someone from the other side of him say "nice cock" and then he breaks out laughing! Buddy lets out a yelp and dam near rips his junk off trying to stuff it back in his pants! I look out the passenger door and there is some dude in snow camo laughing his guts out about ten feet off the side of the road.

Turns out this dude was hiking down through the timber when he came to the road and that was why he hadn't left any tracks on it. When he got to the road he sat on a stump to take a break and watch for deer in both directions. Then we drove up and he wondered how good the snow camo was so he just sat still thinking we would drive by. Well, we didn't and he couldn't believe it when we actually stopped right in front of him and buddy got out and took a leak. He said he was actually not going to say anything but when buddy started working it like one of those accordion goose calls to get the last drops out he figured he had to say something as he couldn't miss an opportunity to embarrass the hell out of somebody like that!

What are the odds? True story.

[Knute]

OK this one goes back a little over 30 years ago.

5 of us go on a fly in fishing trip to Wylie Lake in Northern Alberta.
Myself and one of the others were fairly serious about the fishing, the other 3 not so much.

The two of us had one wall tent and the other 3 were in the other at the fish camp.
We were always up and on the lake fairly early while the other guys slept it off and slept in.
Prodigious amounts of booze and a goodly amount of wacky tabacky, good time had by all.

Third day in and the wind blows us all off of the lake just after noon.
Before flying in the camp operator had warned us to take a rifle as there had been bears visiting the camp. As it turned out some genius before us had buried their fish guts around the camp.
By the time darkness and dinner came we were well into it. Kitchen area was surrounded by tarp walls for the wind with an unbalanced picnic table right there. So a squirrel decides to use the tarp as a runway to get between trees. The noise snapped us all to attention except one of the guys was pretty well gone and didn't react too quickly. Perfect opportunity for the other four of us to jump up and start yelling "BEAR"!! Well that unbalanced picnic table went over right on top of Bruce. He's pinned by it and yelling and screaming because he was sure the bear was going to start chomping on him at any moment. I've never before or since seen a group laugh so hard. Just one of those scenes etched into your mind, still brings a chuckle when I think of it.

[Big Lew]

I was bow hunting the first week of September up past Oyama Lake many years ago and stopped by
King Edward Lake to shower and have lunch. The east end parking area is hidden from the road so
I thought I had a good spot to leisurely bathe. The lake is quite narrow at that spot with a rocky
shore on the other side. I was just about finished when I heard someone cough. Looking over I saw
a man and woman sitting amongst the rocks with big grins. What can you do...I just waved, turned
around and toweled off. Didn't invite them over for lunch though.
Was hunting the same general area early one morning and was trying to get close enough to a band
of deer, including a buck, as they fed up a shallow draw. Every now and then I would lose sight of them
as I quietly stalked along. This one time after losing them I heard something making it's way toward me.
As it got closer, I could hear faint singing. I stepped behind a tree and waited. Pretty soon a ranger
came along and was singing "How much is that doggy in the window" in a loud voice to his heart's content.
He was oblivious to my presence, and just as he was about to pass me I said "Good morning!" in a loud
voice. He just about had a heart attack I scared him so bad, and he couldn't speak coherently because
he was so embarrassed.

[HarryToolips]

My buddy tried to shoot a WT buck 20 yards away with his scope on 9 zoom...aimed for hair, shot a stump...

[ACB]

Who put his scope on 9? If it was him he got what he deserved, a bit of wood but if it was some one else. They deserve to be slapped. I had a buddy ask me, hey can I have a look through your scope. Sure fill your boots I said . Luckily I had look through my scope the next morning to find it on 9 power, I always hunt on 4 power so I knew he had messed with it. I wasn't very complimentary. When you are set at 4 power you can always crank it up but if it's already on 9 your SOL!

[HarryToolips]

^^^^exactly...no it was him, just his inexperience...

[landphil]

A number of years ago, I spend a warm summer day fishing with a buddy, his brother, and their friend - the four of us in a 14' tin boat. Fishing was a bit slow, but by buddy had caught a 1/2 decent trout, bonked it, and kept it in a pail of water in the boat to help keep it cool. After a while, I caught another, and thinking it was a bit bigger than Dan's, I grabbed his from the pail to hold them up and compare. Well, lo and behold, if his fish didn't give a mighty kick and wiggle despite it's bonking and floating upside down in the pail for 1/2 hour, and it slipped from my one handed grip and ended up in the lake! Gone! Not floating to the surface - just plain gone. There I am in disbelief, my buddy in shock, and the other two laughing like hyenas. Not much left to do but join in the laughter at that point.

[Nimrod]

I was 20 or 21 and had shot a nice beefy 3 point, had him on his back Knife in hand ready to get dirty. At that point in my hunting career I'd taken a hand full of deer so knew what I was doing.
Cut the hide sternum to ball sack, then carefully made the incision threw the belly with the knife tip, put my 2 fingers in to keep the insides away from the knife as I cut the rest of the belly open. Don't know how but the stomach pushed threw and I cut it, full of the morning brows and nicely fermented gas which escaped through the small cut making the classic wet fart sound and spraying fermented green content all over my face, glasses and in my mouth. My hunting partner Rusty almost past out from laughing so hard as I spat repeatedly to get that shit out of my mouth. Remember the tears running down his face as he tried get his composure.
First and last time that's happened, needless to say I flash back to that every time I'm doing the deed.

[IslandBC]

my hunting buddy saw a grouse while driving down a logging road. He had a bunch of bird shot shells in his pocket, so he grabbed his shotgun and loaded one up and started the pursuit. Grouse hadn't seen him so he SNEEKING.. Got up to 10ft from it and pull the trigger. Well the thing disappeared . He's covered in grouse. He used a slug ha

[argyle1]

My buddy and I fished all day in this little lake. I got several small trout and him, not a one, then finally he caught a whopper, maybe 3 lbs. So we decided to call it a day and on the way back to the truck I was cleaning the fish over the side of the boat. As luck would have it his big fish slipped out of my hands and disappeared. The funniest part was that my friend was a terrible bullshitter, and everyone knew it, so when he told everyone back home about his big fish no one would believe him. I didn't even have to lie and say he didn't catch any, except thru omission.

[nature girl]

Well the family and I were out in Harrison river area looking at the salmon. There was dead salmon all over the place well guess what I stepped on one and I was spitting and gagging and heaving my eyes were watering and they all thought it was funny and they were all laughing. My brother inlaw still brings up that story.

[guest]

I was bow hunting the first week of September up past Oyama Lake many years ago and stopped by
King Edward Lake to shower and have lunch. The east end parking area is hidden from the road so
I thought I had a good spot to leisurely bathe. The lake is quite narrow at that spot with a rocky
shore on the other side. I was just about finished when I heard someone cough. Looking over I saw
a man and woman sitting amongst the rocks with big grins. What can you do...I just waved, turned
around and toweled off. Didn't invite them over for lunch though.
Was hunting the same general area early one morning and was trying to get close enough to a band
of deer, including a buck, as they fed up a shallow draw. Every now and then I would lose sight of them
as I quietly stalked along. This one time after losing them I heard something making it's way toward me.
As it got closer, I could hear faint singing. I stepped behind a tree and waited. Pretty soon a ranger
came along and was singing "How much is that doggy in the window" in a loud voice to his heart's content.
He was oblivious to my presence, and just as he was about to pass me I said "Good morning!" in a loud
voice. He just about had a heart attack I scared him so bad, and he couldn't speak coherently because
he was so embarrassed.

Funniest part being compared to George Castanza ........ Shringage obvious!

[Lucky 7]

my father inlaw and my uncle was out hunting and shot a grouse late in the day. Decided to clean it at home so threw it in the box of the truck. on the way home they stopped for gas and the grouse all of a sudden jump up and starting flapping like crazy right there at the 7-11 gas pump. Ended up on top of the cab.

[Muliechaser]

A buddy and I were hunting up on Pike mountain for Mulies in 1997. I was driving down a side road in about six inches of fresh snow with not a track on it when my buddy asks me to pull over because he needed to take a leak. I pull over, buddy jumps out, turns away from the open passenger door of the truck and starts to do his thing. As buddy is just about finished I hear someone from the other side of him say "nice cock" and then he breaks out laughing! Buddy lets out a yelp and dam near rips his junk off trying to stuff it back in his pants! I look out the passenger door and there is some dude in snow camo laughing his guts out about ten feet off the side of the road.

Turns out this dude was hiking down through the timber when he came to the road and that was why he hadn't left any tracks on it. When he got to the road he sat on a stump to take a break and watch for deer in both directions. Then we drove up and he wondered how good the snow camo was so he just sat still thinking we would drive by. Well, we didn't and he couldn't believe it when we actually stopped right in front of him and buddy got out and took a leak. He said he was actually not going to say anything but when buddy started working it like one of those accordion goose calls to get the last drops out he figured he had to say something as he couldn't miss an opportunity to embarrass the hell out of somebody like that!

What are the odds? True story.

LOL !!I almost pissed my pants . snow camo works well i guess eh lol

[IronNoggin]

Got a few over the years, kinda tough to figure which ones to tell...

But Big Lew did remind me of one...

Hunting moose - solo - Cumberland delta (Saskatchewan Manitoba border).
Day two, about 80 miles from the truck now, and back from the winding/wandering side channels to the main river for the night.
Chose to park it on a little willow shrubbed Island.
Struck the tent, drug the canoe up High & Dry, chowed dinner, and settled in for the snooze.
Awoke a little early - about 5 inches of water IN THE TENT?? :shock:

Turned out the powers that be decided to open the floodgates, and the river rose about 4.5 feet as a consequence.
Of course I had no idea that was about to happen, so did not bother to tie down the "high & dry" canoe. :roll:
Splashed out of the tent, and yup, transport is GONE!! SHIT!!

Drug the tent and gear across the channel between me and the bank as the "island" sank out of sight.
Stashed that, and set off downstream Hoping to find the canoe...

Two miles and change, there she was, doing the roundabout in a back eddy - on the other side of the river.
the Saskatchewan is pretty wide there, so I studied the situation for a spell.
Eventually stripped down to skin, and set off swimming to retrieve my ride.
Got to the canoe, rolled inside, and smiled HUGE at my Luck! Even the paddles were still in place! :lol:

Only got about four or five strokes back towards where I had left the rifle and back-pack, and I hear the ROAR of an approaching outboard. Hmmm...
Family of four - Mom, Pop and two teenage girls come racing around the bend, and upon seeing me, alter course to intercept.
I nonchalantly continue to easy stroke towards the distant shore as they pull up alongside.
BIG EYES when they realize I am Buck Naked, and have Zero Gear in the boat!

Whatcha Doing inquired Pops. Why I am Hunting Moose says I, ain't it kinda obvious?
JuHeezuz was his startled reply, and they set off with a great show of power from their outboard!

Still wonder about the tales they likely told of that encounter.
Did end up getting my moose, but the looks on their faces when they saw my situation made that trip even more than the moose did!

Cheers,
Nog

[landphil]

Nog, that's a gooder!

[.264winmag]

Beauty nog, well played��

[.264winmag]

I was 20 or 21 and had shot a nice beefy 3 point, had him on his back Knife in hand ready to get dirty. At that point in my hunting career I'd taken a hand full of deer so knew what I was doing.
Cut the hide sternum to ball sack, then carefully made the incision threw the belly with the knife tip, put my 2 fingers in to keep the insides away from the knife as I cut the rest of the belly open. Don't know how but the stomach pushed threw and I cut it, full of the morning brows and nicely fermented gas which escaped through the small cut making the classic wet fart sound and spraying fermented green content all over my face, glasses and in my mouth. My hunting partner Rusty almost past out from laughing so hard as I spat repeatedly to get that shit out of my mouth. Remember the tears running down his face as he tried get his composure.
First and last time that's happened, needless to say I flash back to that every time I'm doing the deed.
Hahahahaha, best buddy did that with s moose years ago. He brought exacto knifes raving how great they'd work for the 3 moose draws we had. Well we harvested the moose but he got first taste lol.

[.264winmag]

Glassing for sheep just after a quick morning hike and breakfast up on a ridge. Had to get rid of previous nights mountain house. Wander off away from buddy a bit, do my thing just like always trying to stretch tp as far as possible and bag up to burn back at camp. Wander back to buddy, sit beside him back glassing for a bit. Every time I'd put the binos up I'd smell digested mountain house. Buddy starts smelling it too. Spotting sheep so kind of in the moment. Eventually noticed I had somehow smeared it all over my wrist and forearm. No wonder the wife can't stand the smell of me after 10 days in the mountains.
I'll never live that one down...

[landphil]

Hmmn, I thought sheep hunter's $4it doesn't stink?


:lol:

[panhead]

Remember many moons ago when this was all legal. My long time partner and I were running a little late and wanted to get to a certain backwoods gas station before it closed so we wouldn’t have to camp there till morning. We were on our way home after an unsuccessful moose hunt. All was going well until we spotted a black bear on the highway. My bud pulled over as I rolled out and tagged said bear as he reached the top of the hill beside the road. Luck was with us as he rolled down the hill right to the truck. His truck had a plywood canopy on the back that I had previously rescued from a ditch. It had cargo doors on the back. As all our gear was stowed in the truck already so we simply opened the doors and tossed the bear in figuring we would get gas and then deal with the bruin. We pulled into the gas station and a nappy headed boy came out and started to fill the truck as per our instructions. He picked up a squeegee and started walking around the truck cleaning the windows. He walked around the back and came up to the driver’s window and shyly said “your truck is leaking at the back.” This was cause for concern so we got out and went to the back only to see a river of blood pouring out from below the cargo doors. Still laugh when I think about it, oh to be young again …

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[BTF]

Went out deer hunting with the dog and wife some time back, took the 22 this time as I told the wife it's about time we had some grouse for dinner. well low and behold there's a ruffed grouse right off the bat. I jump out go for the head shot, go pick up my prize and let the dog have a good sniff, wife says make sure it's dead, so I jerk on the neck a bit and say 'ya it's dead' and toss it in the back of the truck. We carry on and go for a little hike and then back in the truck an hour and a half later I suddenly slam on the brakes, the wife says do you see a buck? I just jump out of the truck to see this little bugger of a grouse hop of the box of the truck and start strutting around like he's about to breed, then takes off as far as the eye can see. And what does my wonderful wife say? Do you think he will be ok in his new home? I said ya I think the relocation program worked.

Went on a back pack deer hunt with the wife and dog several years back. Got to our beautiful camp and set up for the night in my little one man tent, hey it works. Anyways we are sitting there in the evening after dinner having a glass of wine and this doe walks into camp, cool I take a pic of the wife with a deer beside her. Well it comes time to relieve my self from the wine and do it just by camp. Well with in minutes this Doe walks right up and starts eating the ground I wetted and wont stop. well this end up going on all night, the deer was clomping and digging where ever we went to the bathroom. I sent the dog out a couple of time to chase the deer but she kept coming back, she even tried to get at the tent twice and I had to elbow her to get her away. Needless to say that was one restless night and the wife to this day still barely believes me that this isn't normal deer activity.

[.264winmag]

Hmmn, I thought sheep hunter's $4it doesn't stink?


:lol:
Anyone says that, they've never stayed in same tent during sheep hunt lol

[kilometers]

Was pine mushroom picking with my dad at a local honey hole. About half way threw the day I here my dad start freaking out as he takes off runing . I caught up to him at a stream we had just crossed. Turns out somebody else had peeled back the moss beside a nice mushroom took a shit in it and put another pine mushroom in it then covered it up. My dad came along seen the real mushroom and stuffed his fingers into the shit around it. I almost died laughing.

[.264winmag]

Was pine mushroom picking with my dad at a local honey hole. About half way threw the day I here my dad start freaking out as he takes off runing . I caught up to him at a stream we had just crossed. Turns out somebody else had peeled back the moss beside a nice mushroom took a shit in it and put another pine mushroom in it then covered it up. My dad came along seen the real mushroom and stuffed his fingers into the shit around it. I almost died laughing.
Wow! Who does that lmao

[JDR]

Me and one of my hunting partners were hunting a cut block a few years back when he suddenly felt the urge to take a dump and couldn't wait, so he bends over a log in the middle of the block not realizing there was a couple (looked to be husband and wife) directly above him in a blind. As he (completely unawares) proceeded to moon them they must have realized their hunt was over and hastily exited the blind and said clear cut.

[Big Lew]

If you've had as many trips to the medical system as I have, and endured as much
and many probing and varied staff seeing your private parts, you lose any anxiety
or nervousness about being naked in front of people.
I had another incident in at a selcluded lake east of Oyama Lake. It was in the middle of
the afternoon and I was the only one there so I hung up my solar shower bag and was in
the middle of soaping up when a truck and camper came rushing in. As they drove past me
to the far end of the campsite I could see kids looking out the camper windows, and their mom
looking out the passenger window as well. I just discreetly turned my back and continued on.
After about 1/2 an hour, they all came over for a chat and to ask how the fishing was, never
mentioning the incident at all. Humans are the only species that are so hung up on seeing a
naked body, or even more unusual, having another human see them in their birthday suit.

[panhead]

Second one ... of many ...
Was steelheading on the Thompson River and felt the need to relieve myself of the morning cofee. As there was no one around I just let fly into the river. Was going great until the Rocky Mountaneer went by on the other side. I thought "what the hell" and just continued on but waved to be friendly. Wonder how many pictures were taken ...

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[wideopenthrottle]

I will apologize in advance as I am not the best story teller/writer but here goes....
Last season my group was hunting moose near Babine lake...we had 2 leh bulls from a group draw to get.
We spent the first few days hunting near camp and we managed to fill one of the tags. it was a decent sized 3 year old so we were feeling a little less pressure.

One of our group was friends with a local fellow who lived on Babine so we invited them over for a nice dinner at our camp. Him his wife and son as well as his sons girlfriend all joined us for a huge spread of a dinner before an evening of swilling back the gallon jugs of home made wine...after a late night of hitting the wine, buddys wife (designated driver) suggested that they head out...lots of hugs and laughs later they leave and ask us to come for dinner at their cabin the next day to which we agree.
We were a little groggy the next day so we took the morning hunt off and planned to head over to buddy's cabin to continue on with the bullshit session from the night before.
Buddy had a couple of small boats on the lake and suggested that we take a cruz down the lake to see if we could fill the other tag.
So 4 of us head out in two boats slowly down the lake. After an hour or so of sitting and glassing shore then moving the boats further..more glassing...we hit this island and decide to split up to go around it. The other boat went on the inside route and we went the other way. the way that I went was short compared to the other boat route so we just sat in the boat a while then pulled up on shore for a small drink of wine while we let the other guys search. Well after about 1/2 hour of sitting there we wondered why the others hadn't come out from behind the island when we hear a boom...then another boom...then one more boom....
So we jump back in the boat and drive around the island to find our other members of the group...
We can see the boat pulled up on shore just about exactly where we had split up....and about 1km down the shore we see our two friends waving at us to come over..
When we get there we see they have a young bull down and are about to start gutting it...we stop them and say he's too big to fit in either boat so we will just tow it back but it will have to be ungutted so it will float....they had the boat with the smaller engine so I suggested that we tow it back while they head back to camp to let the others know our plans. We are about 2-3 km down the lake if I recall so with a moose in tow in was going to take us at least half an hour or more.... about 10 minutes after they leave we start sputtering and the engine dies.....it takes us a couple of minutes to confirm that the tank was completely empty as it was sitting on a slight tilt and there was barely a drop of fuel left....
Luckily we had radios but unfortunately we were not getting good reception where we were...we did manage to communicate to them that we could not get back to camp as we were out of fuel...so we decided to have a little wine while we waited...we had a whole gallon with barely a sip out of it so we had time....
About 20 minutes later the other group arrived and handed us a gallon of wine...we said huh...whats with the wine, we still have lots...where is the gas?.....suddenly they burst out laughing and say buddy said there was no way that we could have run out of gas so he figured we must have been out of wine and were holding out coming back until we had more wine....after we all had a good laugh we tied the other boat to ours with the moose in tow behind....it must have taken us at least an hour to get our train back to the camp while we laughed about trolling for the Babine lake monster....it was a good thing they brought the extra wine cuz it was all gone by the time we got back to camp...
ps nobody that was driving the boat was drunk while driving but by the time we got back for dinner everyone else sure was....we ended up finally getting the moose loaded into the back of a pick up by 230 in the morning...

[kilometers]

Went duck hunting with my brother, got set up on the edge of a lake. Had some decoys out in the water and we were hiding on the edge of the lake. Some kayakers started making their way over along the edge of the weed beds.
One of the kayakers thought he was pretty slick and would try sneaking up on the ducks. He paddled really slow trying not to spoke them. Me and my bro were like kids playing hide and seek trying not to laugh. He was getting closer and closer paddling so soft and slow. He was getting pretty close and we herd one of the other kayakers say "look how close he is getting to that duck". He kept coming and the duck wasn't moving. He got within a couple feet and then one of the other kayakers said " maybe it's a decoy a friend duck hunts out here" at this point the guy is about to run into it as he looks over at us. We burst out laughing. " thought you were pretty slick that ones not goin to fly away on you". I said. The guy looked pretty embarresed. His friends got a good laugh outta it too.
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[dirtymax]

This October me my pup, cousin and 2 buddies spent 4 days up 3-28 looking for any buck . We were lucky enough to be camped next to a group of old timers at whitewood lake who had a leh for any bull. All of us being under 21 we were a little weary on how they would react to our camp life.. Right of the get go we had struck friends. They lent us a 12 volt air compressor and we returned the favour that afternoon with some johnnie walker red label. We spent 2 days without any sightings other than a cow and a calf. Not even a doe. After exchanging daily reports with our neighbours we were all having the same luck. With only me and my cousin being eligible shooters we had two intoxicated sidekicks along for an adventure and hanging out by the truck while we went on hikes. Finally last evening of our hunt we saw does from the truck. Watched till it was time to head to camp. On the drive down my cousin spots a small bull moose in the short pines with his head sticking up. COOL! All being new hunters it was our first bull sighting. Eventually we continued on as we had no draw. 30 seconds down the road one of intoxicated buddies (who is notorious for being a comedian with never a dull moment playing jokes) starts slurring/yelling MOOSE! We proceed to tell him shut up Jim Lahey your drunk. He doesn't stop though but nobody can see it.

Sure enough all the sudden this massive 10 point + bull 50 ft off the road runs up and over a short hill out of sight. Of course we never heard the end of it from our spotter the next morning. Unfortunately our neighbours weren't able to take advantage of our sighting as it was just outside of their draw. Our dear friend now likes to yell MOOSE to get everyone's attention when he spots anything. A good laugh for all.

[Brno22F]

Thought I would add another story and revive this thread.
A few years ago, I was living in northern Alberta. I had joined the local shooting club and was a regular at the Tuesday evening trap shoots during the summer.As fall approached, we started shooting on Saturday mornings because the days were getting too short for evening shoots.
On one beautiful, sunny Saturday morning, we had about 15 shooters show up.The Goose migration was in full swing and a lot of guys wanted to sharpen up their wing shooting skills by getting in a few rounds on the trap range.
I had already shot a couple rounds and was sitting at one ofthe picnic tables with a few other shooters and a young lady with a beautiful young black lab about 8 months old. One of the fellows commented about how well behaved the dog was with all of the shooting going on.
The young lady replied “Yes, Dutch is pretty good around guns. My Dad has been working with him a lot this summer.” Then she added “But my Dad isn’t very happy with him.”
“Why would that be?” asked one of the fellows at the table.
“Well you see, it is like this.” She replied.“Yesterday evening, Dad took Dutch out to his friend’s farm for his first ever goose hunt. Dad’s friend has a quarter section of field peas all swathed and the geese are having a field day gobbling down his crop.”she explained.
“Well, Dad got his blind all set up and his spread of decoys laid out and then he and Dutch got into the blind. Dad got on the goose call and before long he had a small flock of about 6 Canadas dropping into the spread of decoys. He waited until just the right moment and then stood up and dropped a nice big Canada.” she described enthusiastically.
“Then Dad turned Dutch loose and said “FETCH!!”Dutch ran out of the blind and humped thegoose!”
Most of us were laughing so hard that our sides were hurting.