Ok, I am going kind of stir crazy. So tell me...
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IdahoBugler
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Wow that is crazy. Glad you guys are ok to hunt again.
I thought about telling my story again about loosing my swaro's in AZ but thought that wasn't so bad especially since it had a good outcome.
I thought about telling my story again about loosing my swaro's in AZ but thought that wasn't so bad especially since it had a good outcome.
fowladdict
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Bugler,
How many times have you had to turn around and go back to camp because Oscar forgot something?
How many times have you had to turn around and go back to camp because Oscar forgot something?
waiting for the damage estimate for the rental truck i just had in AZ....... This one is going to be more expensive than any guided hunt would have been. I just wonder if they are going to try and scew with me or just get a fair and respectable body shop to do a sand and paint repair.
Taxi wins, no questions. I stepped up onto a pallet we were using to let the dogs sit on while duck hunting in knee deep water two decembers ago. Hyperextended my knee, tore the back of the kneecap and stretched tendons, I was happy I got by with a minor scope job to clean it up, but DAMN some of you guys hurt yourselves.
Mudranger1
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Jan 16th 2005 went up a tree and "jumped" over a limb in order to get to my desired height. on the way back down got the bottom part of the climber situated back under the branch then the top part. Sat down to continue climbing and in one slow motion event noticed the chain that wraps around the tree looking way to long to be connected and down the tree I went. My last thoughts as my descent started was that possibly my foot straps would somehow hold me up there...NOPE, can still hear the sound of the straps zipping through the little holder things....So me and the top half of the climber fell around 20 ft with a thud. After about ten minutes of trying to figure out if I was dead or not I got up and walked out to meet my Dad. 1 broken nose, I broken shoulder, fractured arm, and several deep bone bruises. Went to the ER and all the Dr wanted to talk about was my broke nose...I'm like listen MF I can't move my arm I could give a sht less about my nose... Stayed in the woods with my old man the rest of the week, no way I was going home to face the then wife..4 months of rehab and another 9 or so before it got back to being pretty normal...Although you two have me beat by far it still wasn't pretty but very thankful to be around to tell the story....A little side not of redemption 2 years later my Dad and I made our return trip and I shot my biggest buck to date (at that time) exactly two years to the date
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drahthaar
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I knew there would be some good stories!
Murphy strikes everyone, its just a matter of when and how bad.
Murphy strikes everyone, its just a matter of when and how bad.
montanadogs
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Walking up to the edge of meadow this past year, as I got closer to a patch of think brush I heard some grunting. Walked right up to a guy taking a crap on the other side.
xrayts
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As he was still hunting with an arrow knocked, my brother stumbled and tested the penetrating power of a broadhead on the back of his calf. It was a magnus 2-blade and went in about 3 inches. He pulled it out before he even thought it though, then had to deal with the bleeding. Luckily he was close to his truck.
My story isn't a hunt-ruiner, but pretty funny. About 10 or 11 years ago I was feral hog hunting with a buddy. I shot a 200lb sow at the edge if a field. She ran into the woods and layed down. As we went in to check her out, my buddy yells "here she comes!" he runs by me in a blur and naturally I followed him. I didn't see her, but when someone is running, you feel the need to do the same. The first decent sized tree I came to, I layed my gun down and climbed the limbless tree about 15 feet. For a couple more minutes, he was screaming like a girl and running away only to find out that nothing was chasing us. The pig was dead. That day I realized two things. 1. My buddy didn't have my back and 2. I can climb trees better than a Polynesian getting a coconut.
My story isn't a hunt-ruiner, but pretty funny. About 10 or 11 years ago I was feral hog hunting with a buddy. I shot a 200lb sow at the edge if a field. She ran into the woods and layed down. As we went in to check her out, my buddy yells "here she comes!" he runs by me in a blur and naturally I followed him. I didn't see her, but when someone is running, you feel the need to do the same. The first decent sized tree I came to, I layed my gun down and climbed the limbless tree about 15 feet. For a couple more minutes, he was screaming like a girl and running away only to find out that nothing was chasing us. The pig was dead. That day I realized two things. 1. My buddy didn't have my back and 2. I can climb trees better than a Polynesian getting a coconut.
IdahoBugler
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You try to run through the mental list of things you need for the day, for yourself and Oscar. The hard part is asking him where his gun is after starting from the truck with it and about 1 mile down the trail he doesn't have it. I must say he did hall arse down that trail pretty quick looking for it.
MTGunner
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Was hunting north of Havre, MT on a cold Nov. afternoon. I started back to Havre for the night which was pitch black. Did not know the road or area that well and was going slow in my '01 F-250. Rounded a small curve and hit a black angus cow dead on. No one was hurt other than the angus lost his head. This was in an area that was not open range. We were lucky to not go off the road into the ditch. Truck has been fixed. Shorts were tossed that evening. MTG
noharleyyet
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We took a good sized hog and decided to load it ungutted in the rear of a Ford Bronco. Plan was to take it up to the light for dressing. We also had my bud's dog with us. The dog is in the rear seat. All of a sudden the dog is clawing the tint off the windows. Seems the hog's bowels had evacuated all over the rear of my bud's Bronco. It was a loooong ride home and we still guffaw about it.
