Thread: hunting incompetence

Last year, was going to the Coromandel to stay with my niece and have a go at some goats. Swabbed out the rifleand put it in the car. Put the bolt and mag in a container and carefully placed it on the bench right by the garage door so I couldn't forget it. Jacque's going "are you ready yet? Come on, are you ready yet?" Get to the niece's place and have a coffee, then go out to get the bolt and mag from under the seat - not there, so no goats. Of course it was all Jacque's fault for hurrying me , but I still felt like a fuckwit. All weekend, and still.

Originally Posted by keneff

Last year, was going to the Coromandel to stay with my niece and have a go at some goats. Swabbed out the rifleand put it in the car. Put the bolt and mag in a container and carefully placed it on the bench right by the garage door so I couldn't forget it. Jacque's going "are you ready yet? Come on, are you ready yet?" Get to the niece's place and have a coffee, then go out to get the bolt and mag from under the seat - not there, so no goats. Of course it was all Jacque's fault for hurrying me , but I still felt like a fuckwit. All weekend, and still.

Much to be said for the humble break-action!

I have a few.

After fallow one morning in England and set up on extendable shooting sticks up looking down a ride in a close wood when a spiker popped out 10m in front of me. I took a quick aim and squeezed off the shot just as one leg of the sticks collapsed. I missed by a mile and we both stood there stunned for ten seconds before he ran off. My old Labrador Sam looked at me with a “WTF” look on his face.

Another time I shot at a roe buck from 60m or so and Sam the Labrador lunged forward at the shot just about pulling me off my feet by his lead. He broke the shooting sticks and I missed again.

Others that spring to mind are driving for an hour only to realise I had left my bolt at home, and arriving at my hunting ground in winter and realising my gum boots were at home. I stalked around in the mud in my shoes for hours, but did shoot a nice fallow buck. My hunting mate David forgot his gum boots that day too. What a crack team of deer managers.

Originally Posted by Spitfire

Others that spring to mind are driving for an hour only to realise I had left my bolt at home

have actually had a nightmare about this ....woke up in a cold sweat ..... not actually done it but always check several times before i hit the road