I really don't feel like posting this, but when I look at it from a point of view other than mine, it is kind of funny.This past hunting season I was able to have the privilege of hunting with several of my family members. While out hunting one morning, I just could not keep my eyes open I was so tired. I found myself dozing off several times and I tried my best to stay awake, but no matter how hard I tried, I could not. Next thing you know I find myself waking up to a loud sound below me. I looked carefully over the side and I found my dad at the bottom of the tree laughing uncontrollably. It turned out that my dad had tried for an excess of five minutes trying to wake me up. First, he tried by just saying my name and saying it louder and louder until he was practically yelling at me. Then, the loud sound was him throwing a stick at me and it hitting the ground. I really don't know why I was so tired, but I think I could have slept through a thunderstorm.It is things like this that make hunting so enjoyable even when you don't see anything all day.One thing I will say is to give your self plenty of time in the mornings to get ready and to wake up completely, and always get plenty of sleep the night before a hunt.
this year opening day I was in a raised shooting hut 10 feet off the ground pouring rain real nice to have a roof over my head..anyways I nodded off a bit and was awaken to my friends dad less than 200 yards away unloading reloading and unloading his 12 ga again . When I awoke there he stood 50-60 yards away 6-pointer big bodied buck . This being my second year hunting have never gotten a buck I was pumped. I got a nice rest on the edge of my shooting window clicked off the safety and lined him up for the shot. He had his head down feeding at this point I asked myself is this the one I want my answer to myself was YES of course. Minutes passed I didn't shoot I froze up solid I wanted him to raise his head up once more. When he did he also trotted off into the thick stuff. I did not even shoot I assume this is what is called buck fever. I just froze up I am still kicking myself over this . I have only been hunting,like I said, for 2 years now so I dint have the funniest story but I thought it was a story worth sharing nonetheless . I now have 5 days left and all my tags still .
I know a guy who got picked for the NH moose hunt and while on the hunt the saw a moose so he unloaded two clips on it and it wouldnt drop, but it didnt run either? They were baffled and when they got up to it they realized it was already dead for a few days, someone else had shot it and while it ran it somehow got lodged between two saplings and died there standing up lol.
That is a crazy story, you might want to set up a little farther from the roost next time . I've had turkeys real close and deer almost step on me, but that is nuts.I was with my father a few years ago and he had a big tom strutting back and forth for the longest time 15-20yds in front of him. But this big doe was standing between them broadside and didn't move the entire time until the tom gave up and left. My father who is the calmest most logical guy I've ever met got up afterward and said "I've never wanted to kill a f****ng deer so bad in my life". He had been hunting that bird for two seasons.
Never had one attack before... But have had coyotes stalk to within a foot or so... Did have one start gobbling after my brother and I set up in the dark one morning. I was about 30 yards behind him and as it was getting light it gobbled. My brother called me on his radio and said Wow!! He's close!!!As the light began to brighten, there in the tree my brother was sitting against was a real nice bird. Didn't work out to well, he refused to fly down and flew off after a few minutes.
Ok Raquette you wanted to hear my turkey story so here it goes......about the fifth time last year every out hunting turkey......im by myself sitting at 4:30am near where i think is roosting trees........im set up ready to try my hand at this hunting thing and turkey starts to gobble, i try to draw him my way and use my striker a bit....sun starts to come out....and i wait....and wait.....turkey gobble again for about another 20 minutes so........ I am excited...this is my first time hunting year ever and now i am alone......i hear some hens going and another gobble......but with the creek at my right i cant really tell where they are coming from so i just sit some more....i use my striker again and call a bit more......and then it happened.......i am sitting in my seat and a big ole tom drops from his roost (which is right over my head) lands in my lap......he thinks i am a bush evidently......and i startled a bit....tried to get him off me and get my wits about me....and his spurs go in my chest and neck area and gives me a good cutting......10 stitches.....it happened so quick i didnt know what to do......so now i am on a mission to have that tom on my table for dinn dinn.....if i hadnt been there i wouldnt have believed this story but let me tell you...i had a hurt on and bruises everywhere from his wings......now that is what i call pecking order and extremely good camo bush material.......guess i blended in huh......lmao