Crazy hunting stories

[chadly]

Tell me yours.
I will start.

A friend and I went pheasant hunting yesterday afternoon.  We needed a couple more birds for our limits and decided to hit a small ditch that usually held birds.  Since my friend had already shot the first four birds he said he would watch from the truck and pick me up at the end of the ditch.  As I approached the end of the ditch the birds started to get up and I was able to drop two filling our limit for the day.  My friend drove up to me as I scooped up the birds and threw them in the bed of his small truck.  We drove home about 40 minutes away.  I was unloading my stuff from the cab when I hear my friend say "Hey.  You might want to come shoot this one again."  He had an off smile on his face as I approached.  Sure enough one of the birds was on his feet and head was up.  My first thought was to capture him with hands.  I went in quick and as I just started to touch him he flew like a rocket across the bed of the truck into the opposite side.  My friends was trying to grab him but to no avail.  Feathers were filling the air as he turned and headed my way.  My jacket was open and he half got caught inside as he made his way out of the bed of the tuck.  Try as I may I could not put a grip on him.  He broke loose and off he went towards and over my neighbor's house.  He flew like a well-rested bird and that was the last we seen of him.  We broke into laughter at what had just happened when my wife walked out wondering what all the commotion was about.  We tried to explain and showed her the feathers as they cover his truck and my driveway.  It rained real heavy last night and stormed to point we lost power for five hours.  We got ready for church with flashlights this morning.  As I backed out the driveway I could hardly believe how many feathers had survived the storm visible on the drive and I had to only hope the pheasant likes his new home away from home. 
Blessings.
Chad

[Hillbilly yelper]

Once me and my buddy was turkey hunting, we were walking down a red dog road. As I called a bird, he answered on the opposite ridge. My buddy slipped down over the mountain to shoot. I bowed down in the brush on the edge of the red dog road. Now mind you, I am blind therefore I call and my buddy shoots. My buddy shot him, he went to get him and couldn't find him. I heard something walking close to me on the red dog road. I said, hey man, what's going on? Then I heard the sound going away from me. I called my buddy to come back up the mountain. He started noticing turkey feathers the closer he got to me. As he topped the mountain the feathers were literally 2 feet from me! I was talking to the turkey and didn't even know it! I mad a new friend that day...Tom the turkey!

[Hillbilly yelper]

Well Chad....I may not have ever wrestled with a pheasant but I talked to a ol Tom! Fun thread...thanks for starting!

[chadly]

Once me and my buddy was turkey hunting, we were walking down a red dog road. As I called a bird, he answered on the opposite ridge. My buddy slipped down over the mountain to shoot. I bowed down in the brush on the edge of the red dog road. Now mind you, I am blind therefore I call and my buddy shoots. My buddy shot him, he went to get him and couldn't find him. I heard something walking close to me on the red dog road. I said, hey man, what's going on? Then I heard the sound going away from me. I called my buddy to come back up the mountain. He started noticing turkey feathers the closer he got to me. As he topped the mountain the feathers were literally 2 feet from me! I was talking to the turkey and didn't even know it! I mad a new friend that day...Tom the turkey!

Enjoyed your post!  Hoping for more fun stories. 

[2eagles]

I was hunting pheasants with my two best friends several years ago. I was separated from the others for a while when I saw tail feathers sticking out of a snowy clump of heavy weeds. I reached in and caught the rooster alive, so I put him in the game pouch unharmed. When I met my friends I told them I got one bird, but they were confused because they didn't hear a shot. So I pulled out the rooster and kinda tossed him into the air, figuring one of the guys would shoot it. Nope! They stood there looking silly while my rooster flew away to live another day. Too darn funny for anyone to be mad.

[hs strut]

heres one of my more memorable hunts from this years rifle season. i was hunting my place the saturday after thanksgiving.i was sitting against a old stump near a deer trail that comes out of the oak tree patch on my place and while sitting here i noticed some commotion from one of the trees and what i saw was hilarious. a wood pecker would fly down and pester this one grey squirrel. well afte doing this about 4-5 times the squirrel got tired of this. the wood pecker came back around to the squirrel again and when he did that squirrel let him have i never knew a squirrel could be so vicious he was pulling moves a mma fighter could only wish to do the woodpecker got away but i can tell you i didnt see that bird come back again.

[chadly]

Wow that is a heck of a retrieve. 
On a side note how is your dogs temperament?  I love the wirehairs for their drive, point, desire to retrieve, and able to handle the cold.  I wanted to get one so bad but was told they are not the best with kids.  Others say they are wonderful with kids. 

[THattaway]

Called in a big tom for a friend in the early 90s and he rolled him with lead 6s. Had other birds down the swamp gobbling so we hurried out to get the bird and go for another. Friend tagged his bird then stepped off the bird's head when he took off his vest. Tom jumped up and sprinted. I gave chase and took care of him for good when I tackled him 50 yards on. Friend just stood ashen faced asking me "What if he had gotten away with my tag on his leg?"