Anyone had anything strange/odd/weird/bizarre or just a bit peculiar happen to them whilst out on a hunting trip?
I'll start the ball rolling
I've shot 5 deer so far in my short hunting career (3yrs) and i've shot all of them in the neck!
RR
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Anyone had anything strange/odd/weird/bizarre or just a bit peculiar happen to them whilst out on a hunting trip?
I'll start the ball rolling
I've shot 5 deer so far in my short hunting career (3yrs) and i've shot all of them in the neck!
RR
Found a tumor, found a antler also found a whole head once. Best thing was I found a spring about 10M away from a place I camped on top of a hill
It's been absolutely amazing - no bullshit - but every time I go hunting, I come back happy!!! Must be that bloody good bush water.
A while back now, went out one evening to knock over some bunnies with my hunting mate, as we were leaving his place I distinctly told his heavily pregnant wife "Don't go into labour while we're out"
Guess what she went and did...
Am fairly sure that's going to be a once-off type event in my life!
Not hunting but, I used to fish a spot in Sydney that needed a sketchy climb down a cliff face to get to.
Anyways was climbing out one day and popped my head up on top of the cliff
about 5 meters in front of me was a very pretty little brown bullet hole, Took me a minute or two to register what was going on.
Some bloke and his misses must of jumped over the safety fence and decided it was a good place to have a nature one.
He was having a lazy one laying on his back,
I had a urge to tap the bullet hole with the tip of my fishing rod, but didn't.
After sitting there for a minute or two, deciding what to do (didn't want to spoil his fun,didn't want them to think I was some perv lurking in the scrub)
I had to walk right past them to get out,
I shot a rabbit last night and it had a recent wound in the middle of the back, but didn't hit the spine, lucky rabbit, should have kept its tail, huh:ORLY:Attachment 19429
Years ago a mate n I had shot a deer in the Bluies, and sat down during the carry out for a breather. Nek minit a nice sized sow runs through our spot. Dog chases, I stick, we congratulate. Nek minit the boar that had been chasing it ran towards us. Dog grabs, mate sticks that one! Not a bad trip at all.........
I sat down on a hill in the middle of nowhere one day for a breather, and felt something sharp . Sat on a old as 303 prjectile . Made me wonder if it was a miss or kill maybe 50 years befor me
the last goat I got, I cut up for dog food, someone had shot it in the behind with a shotgun.
I got a three legged possum a while ago too.
Any body been up totem pole gully up the Wairoa gorge in Nelson? I always heard rumours about it then one day I was following an old over grown track up a gully and came to a bit of a basin where there was obvious drainage trenchs and pits etc, then I come across a hole about 300mm wide and beside it was the rotting remnants of a totem pole. Really random little spot in the middle of no where, apparently hippies used to live up there back in the 60's growing their "whacky tobaccy"
I have seen/shot a few animals with 3 legs:
Shot one old Chamois buck with damaged shoulder from bullet wound
Shot One Chamois Buck with broken front leg.
Shot 2 red hinds with 3 legs. Seen another one shot.
Seen a big billy goat with 3 legs.
Seen a big old bull Tahr that a mate shot with a broken back leg(top of femur) bloody tough old bull.
Shot a rabbit with 3 legs,and seen another my brother shot that was riddled with shot gun pellets.
And shot my first Chamois with a shotgun while hunting rabbits in Matagari
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So all in all there are piss poor shots out there. some ones really good at wounding animals.
In my time, I have owned three deer rifles. A shitty ole .30-06, a .270 and now my .308
On all three, the first deer I shot at I missed!
30-06 was an easy shot but my first ever red so panicked haha.
.270 was a fallow (yes, bit big I know but at the time seemed like a good choice being a young fulla), and easy easy shot and stuffed that one.
.308 was a sika stag bounding through some scrub in a private block. Safe shot but at 270m it wasn't easy.
I am just Odd..............
Oh yeah....waking up in Fox Glacier with a deer hock on the wing mirror on my car. Couldnt even remember shooting it! Eh R93 ;-)
Silver impreza, I know it was you!
I think it was intended for Martins car hHaHaha
Out for hunt with a mate one day when I spied a spiker peering out of some flax and scrub about 80yrds away. All I could see of him, was from his eyes up, looking straight at us.
My cobber stopped as I did and backed off a little when I raised the rifle for the shot.
I squeezed off a round and the wee 55gr slug found it mark with a loud slap. My cobber reckoned he seen the top of the skull fly off.
Confident the animal was pole-axed and we were only 5 mins into the walk, my mate decided to sit and have a smoke.
I was in no hurry either as I seen the same sight picture countless times, usually with the same result.
We started to head over to the animal and found the going was hampered with swamp, blackberry and deep holes. Took us another 10 minutes to cover the eighty yards to the deer which, on arrival appeared to have collapsed as you would expect, with a bullet to the scone.
We were stoked as it was a short carry/drag back to the truck and even more a bonus as the animal was in prime condition and would fetch us around $120 bucks each, after tax.
I casually went to poke it in the eye to confirm it was dead thru habit with the rifle barrel, when it blinked!......Fark! It shouldnt blink! At the same time my cobber was leaning down to grab a spike to stick it.
The words "Its blinking" were barely out of my mouth just when my mate grabbed it by a spike and he gave a wee girly squeal when the fucker stood up!
The look on my mates face was priceless, just as it knocked me over backwards and bounded off with great ease, considering the terrain, and that my portly mate was hanging on for dear life.
I proceeded to crack up uncontrollably, which did not help the situation much. My mate was not too happy being dragged around by an irrate spiker, through gorse, blackberry and swamp, all while being kicked heaps and rather hard by panicking hooves.
He eventually managed to gain some control and pulled it back down to the ground. He stuck it, and sat on it till it expired. I dropped my rifle when it knocked me over and was laughing to hard to find it so I could not finish it properly if I had the chance, anyway.
I also didnt like the look of the route I would have to take, to assist him.
The projectile creased the top of the skull dead center between the spikes knocking the poor bugger out for a bit. He would have certainly lived I reckon, had my mate not played rugby with him.
My cobber reckons to this day I owe him a bigger cut of the profits from that animal.:)
wtf, photoshop?
Found a campsite in the Waioeka's with a carved board which read "Tim & Micks new roar camp", but on the back was carved "Brokeback". I swear I could hear banjo's playing.!!
The small ones are ok 308 but watch out when they grow up. Need to hide ya grog.
Many years ago a mate and I were duckshooting, my mate dropped a parrie and its mate came circling back low and slow. Mate fires and misses but we both watched the wad go out and harmlessly bounce off the flying bird as if in slow mo. We both agreed we'll probably never see that again!
I watched my son shooting myna birds in our olive trees shoot one but two fell out.
This is the same kid that wasted me at clay birds first time he used a shot gun, I see a pattern emerging here
Thje offsider shot a deer in Manapouri that was all fucked up in the feet. Had several formed or partly formed feet, from memory about four or five on the front two legs.
I reckon it was some inbred thing released from the pig island.....
Had a US mate out shootin' possums in the spotlight. saw one at about 70 metres, told him to shoot it in the head to save the skin. He shot, it dropped, threw it in the back of the truck and back to the hut. 5 mins later I hear a bit of scratching from behind me, nek minute poor old yank's got a very alive possum on his shoulder, yank screams "what the f**k!", meanwhile I'm pissing myself and rolling around laughing, poor old yank grabs said possum and slams it in to the floor of the truck and stands on it. Then asks me what to do next. I couldnt answer cos I was laughing so much, yanks petrified and possum is starting to screech...........loudly! We finally got it sorted, but me good ol' US mate made sure all future possums were dead before even picking them up - bullet had only creased the skull, fair between the ears.
A mate had shot a few mallards during the season a few years ago. Loaded up the car and drove home. When he opened the boot to unload, there was a very much alive duck sitting looking a bit confused haha