Strange things you witnessed while hunting...

[Beaver93]

The strangest thing I saw while hunting this year was a shiny, black Excursion with a 6" lift and a the biggest Warn Winch I've ever seen gassing up in Ukiah. That's not terribly stange in and of itself, however, the owner (an assumption), was wiping off dirty spots on the driver's side with a little white hankie.

Corey

[chromebright]

You know the guy that owns Warn Winch owns a big hunk of land right their at the bottom of Cable creek. Right were the huge herd of elk I jumped last year ran onto and got shot up. Maybe it was him?

Rick

[Rusty]

Good topic!

By far the strangest thing I ever saw while hunting was on the Wilson River Hiway, about 5 years ago.

I was driving from one area to another when I noticed a yellow Mercedes sedan parked on the side of the road at about MP 29 or 30. As I drove by, here comes a guy dragging a forked horn buck off the hill! You guessed it! The vehicle was his! He gets the deer to the sedan and opens the trunk. By this time I had pulled over to assess this rather odd situation.

The "hunter" looked quite embarrassed, but simply said, "My rig is in the shop and there was no way I was going to miss out on the only day I had to hunt!" And of course, he got his deer despite the fact that he was "vehicle challenged!"

Good show 'ol chap!

Rusty

[Grip It-N-Rip It]

I was in Idaho hunting and I saw this rig come by me. I was the first person I had seen all day and Know one had passede me either way. I came back to the pick-upand had a sandwhich and I'll be darned there goes a Cadillac Escalade that looked like a low rider. The wierdest thing about it was that there was a hill they had to come up that was steeper than steep, I thought I was crazy for going down it on my 4x4 quad. There were rocks andlimbs all over that road. I would have never expected to see that rig off of the main road let alone the highway

[Robert]

I was trying to find a place to camp near Corvalis and saw a large group of people burning a cross.

[Small Fry]

This one scared the crap out of me.
Several years ago we were hunting Lookout Mountain above the Snake River. Elevation 8500 feet. We hadn't seen another hunter for several days or seen a camp anywhere. I had made a hunt down a long draw about 2 miles. On my way back up I spotted something red under a tree several hundred yards up the hill. As I made my way closer I could see it was a person. This person was wearing blue jeans tennis shoes and a red flannel shirt. Now mind you it's maybe 20 degrees out there. The person was lying under the tree quite a ways under it so I couldn't see much. As I approached I started to make some noise so I didn't get shot. I got within 30 feet or so and said hey! No answer. I walked closer, 15 feet, said something again. No answer, I stood there for a minute or so just kind of looking things over, I couldn't see a rifle or any hunting gear, No pack, No water. I hollered louder hey are you ok? No answer. About this time I'm getting freaked out. I walked up to the body and gave it a shake. Nothing, no response. Freaked out more! So I tried to roll him over to check if he was breathing. I got this guy rolled on his back and out from under the tree. Guess what he woke up and chewed my arise for waking him up. I tried to explain to him I thought he was injured or dead. He told me under no UN certain terms to F___ off and leave him alone. So off I went.

To this day I still can't figure what he was doing up there in the middle of no where.

[TonTo]

I thought this was pretty strange in a I kinda want one sorta way.
The guy says he can get this 19 dog power rigg up to 30mph I met him while I was out elk hunting and he said he was training for the Ididerod.After he got em all hooked up he got in and released an anchor rope he had tied to the front of his truck and away he went flying up the 4200 line of the south fork Toutle river.
Sorry About the pic size I thought I had it all shrunk down Iguess I still have more to learn about pic posting.

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[TAILOUT]

My buddies hunted east biggs this year for deer, and on opening day the 3 of them each shot a buck and they were quite a ways up. As they were packing their animals out they decided to take a rest, so my buddy took his binocs out to scan the terrain. As he was looking around he saw a truck driving on private land up top patrolling for tresspassers, well I guess this 60 year old cowboy stops the truck gets out strips down completly naked and stands there in the sun for about 20 mins or so, he then proceeds to put his clothes back on get in his truck and drive off again. Pretty strange if you ask me!!!! :whazzup:

[Radke]

About 20 years ago hunting deer out of Ukiah, I see two guys sitting back to back on a fairly large stump. One looking east, the other west (or something like that). One of the guys gets up, takes about two steps, pulls his pants down and takes care of his morning constitutinal, does the paperwork, pulls pants back up and returns to the stump. I can only assume they were close friends.

[Ras]

This was not really out hunting, but pre-season prep. My brother, his buddy and I went out one afternoon in late-Summer to shoot some clays for the upcoming bird season. I had a nice clearcut (nice clearcut??) where you could park at the landing and shoot out over the edge. Well, we pull up and proceed to burn some shells. About 5 minutes in, here comes a "kid" (20ish) walking up out of the woods in his "Sunday Bests"; tie, dress shoes, etc... Looks like he should have been working at Office Depot of something. We stop shooting, our jaws drop, he says hi as he walks up out of the brush, hits the road, and starts walking away!!! We never saw another vehicle our whole drive in. We are all still in denial over that one :whazzup: .

Ras

[Hoosier Daddy]

Pot farm was the weirdest...

[Lured In]

Maybe not too wierd, but certainly a first for me. While Elk hunting during the Cascade general season, we were sitting around camp for lunch and we hear a ruffed grouse drumming not 50 yards from camp. [img]graemlins/eek13.gif[/img] Not necessarily out of the ordinary, but I had never heard one drum in the fall.

So my buddy grabs his shotgun and decides he's going to go drum him in. He walks about 30 yards from camp and sits down on end of a large dead fall. He proceeds to start tapping his leg in a similar drumming fashion. Not 30 seconds later he raises up and BOOM!. The ruff had jumped up on the other end of the log, not 15 feet from him.

Oh well, you learn something new everyday.

A story my father told me about when he was a kid hunting with his dad was about the Kamikaze duck. There were hunting a long pond near Eugene back in the late 50's early 60's. A lone greenhead came in heading straight for the decoys and straight at the blind. The mallard was only slightly moving his wings, as duck do, as he approached the dekes. My grandfather rose and fire a single shot at the bird. The mallard simply "locked up". Not landing, not flying. As my father described it, they were rather perplexed by this as the duck is still heading straight for them. At about 10 yards out, they realize the duck is dead, but somehow the shot managed to luck him up with his wings out. The duck then proceeded to smash into the front of the blind at full speed. :shocked: [img]graemlins/1zhelp.gif[/img] Hence the name the Kamikaze Duck. :grin:

[blast and cast]

I have a similar grouse experience (will have to find the pictures). Stickflicker can verify.

We were camping at Rock Cree Res when this grouse walks into camp, it would stand 5-feet from us and walk around the fire. This went on for 15 minutes. We decides to catch the grouse. I was able to sneak up behind the grouse and put a 5-gallon bucket over it. Later, another buddy returned from the lake, removed the bucket and got the scare of a life time. Quite unique.

[chummer]

I've had a few encounters. Years back we liked to fish for bass in the spring near the mouth of the sandy. One afternoon while walking back to my truck, I heard a sound, I turned to see a fella following me about 30' buck-naked!! :shocked: He nearly scared a weeks worth of meals outta me. Turns out there was a small group who used that area as a nudist colony.

About 4 years ago, while performing a fire inspection at a butcher shop in hermiston, a hispanic hunter brought in a deer to have butchered. We went out to take a look at it. There in the back seat of a small car is a smallish forked horn.... not gutted or skinned!!! [img]graemlins/stupid.gif[/img] I held my tongue until after the guy left, and asked the owner if that had ever happened before? he said he gets one or two a year like that.

[Bait O' Eggs]

It has been a long time, but we use to spend every opening morning for several years watching these brothers, cousins, family etc. putting a hunt on this hill that lots of bucks. (not our family )

Everytime somebody would get ready to shoot, he would yell, "Lay down I am gonna shoot" and everybody would hit the deck, "Boom" and then they would be back up and chase those poor bucks around that were confused with people everywhere.

This buck is coming down the hill, and it goes right between 2 brothers standing on the same old growth log, one yells to lay down, and the brother on the other end of the log dives down, and the guy shoots the buck between them.

To my knowledge none of them ever shot each other

[id. painter]

The duck crashing the blind reminded me of this.
Many years ago I talked my father into going after a duck with me.
We set the decoys, and here comes a duck. We were not hidden yet and the duck just winged it past us ,, my father was the only gun close enough for a shot. He fired . the duck didnt even flinch. He started to fly in a circle, and circle and circle. I watched in my Binoculars as he disapeared from view with 8 power.
I distinctly remember looking over my sholder all day waitting for that poor old duck to fall back to earth. id. painter.

[The Overfishin Condition]

I was not present for either the original shot or the aftermath, but a friend told me this story. He had a couple friends who would hunt into the woods if they were with someone who knew the area, but otherwise, they wouldn't leave the roadside. So if they were hunting alone, they'd just roadhunt. Anyway, one day these to fella's show up at my friends door, this is years ago- he lived down by clark college. Anyway, somehow they had shot a deer, and had it in the back of their car. They needed help gutting and skinning. So my friend John tells them, after they convince him to help, that they'll go take it into the woods that used to be around Clark and gut it. Well, they start driving, when John hears tapping, scratching, and clattering in the trunk, he asks the guys "what's that?" and they give him a, "what's what?" Finally John tells them to stop, and goes to check the trunk, just as he opened the trunk, the deer jumped out past his shoulder and started running down the road, stretching it out like a greyhound. Pretty weird, and histarical if you ask me. And the story is even funnier when you get this man's sound effects and narrative of it.

[Blue Tip Spinner]

some of these stories are hilarious... thanks for the laugh all. i especially like the grouse in the bucket story... BTS

[Erich_870]

5 or 6 years ago me, my dad and my little bro were duck hunting on a seasonal pond that fills up from the tualitin. This nice green head moves off of Jackson bottom and decoys great, comes straight in and I let him have it... Click, nothing. My first and only (so far) miss-fire. I pump and get off my two other shots, the first hit, you could see him react and his speed slow. The second was for good measure, he should have been dead. He turned around and was high tailing it up at a 60 degree angle atleast. I remember thinking how fast he was going up for showing such a reaction when I hit him full breast.
I turned my attention to my miss-fired shell, turning it in my hand for a sec when my dad, who was watching the bird saying it should be dead yells, "holy sh--, you did get him!! I look up to see him fall the last 100 yards, yes as my dad recounts, the mallard was atleast 400 yards up when all of a sudden he just stopped. To make this already long story short. It took me 10 minutes to find this stupid bird, buy its wing tips sticking out of the field on the other side of the pond. I cleaned him... 1 pellet in the aorta, and a bunch in his fat!!

PS. I know the danger of the misfired shell, my dad took it right away and tossed it in the lake.

[Gun Rod Bow]

We used to hunt the Minam (Eagle Cap Wilderness) on horseback. My buudies nephew borrowed a mule named Lyle.

We were trying out one of those protable hot wires instead of tieing out or picketting the stock.

The horses and mules that didn't know each other fought a bit, and Lyle was the smallest and a mule (bad combo).

Anyway, one of the horses ran Lyle into a tree in the dark, and a staub broke off in his forehead. About as big around as my index finger, and stuck rock solid in his skull.

He seemed fine though...we were afraid if we pulled it out it would be worse than leaving it in...so we left it. Kinda like a nail in your tire

Shane took him back with the staub still there.

Oh yah, he packed out my bull, staub and all. I love mules [img]graemlins/hearton.gif[/img]

[straightweave]

As kids we use to sneak thru some private property to fish the N Branch of the Pere Marquette river in MI. One day, in high school, were walking down the two-track and a golf ball comes rolling past us. hmmmm. We look around, and there's the owner standing behind a tree some 20yds away. The guy is as naked as Adam, sans leaf, standing there holding his sandwedge(golf term). In CA, that's considered eccentric. In MI, that'd be crazy. He was so embarrassed. I know he heard us laughing when we finally got down to the river.

[BuKuBass]

While working in the Forest Service the summer after high school, during a lunch break our trail boss showed us how to catch a camp robber (Clark's Jay). Leo placed a trail of bread bits on the ground that led to a hard hat that he held tilted at the end of his extended arm as he lay prone. Soon a bird landed and followed the crumbs. When he got to the end, Leo slammed down the brain bucket. There was a bit of squawking then silence. Leo slowly raised the hat and NO BIRD! Where'd it go? It had gotten tangled in the harness and cra**ed all over the inside. From that moment on, that hat was his.

[elkaholic]

I was archery hunting over on the breaks of the Imnaha river 15 years ago when I saw blue grouse fly in a nearby tree. I got out my rubber blunt and line up the bird with the tree so if I missed I'd get the arrow back. Was at the top of a steep ridge(all the ridges over there are steep), bird was 12-15 up, I let fly. A big poof of feathers and some wings flapping.

Damned if that bird didn't get airborn, setting it's wings as it glided down the draw. The arrow was showing out the other side as it coasted out of sight. I was sure he'd pile up within a reasonable distance but I never did find that bird.

[id. painter]

I ment to say that the duck was going up. One circle at a time ,,, up and up and up. id. painter

[nitrobass]

I killed a teal with a shotgun wad years ago, that pretty much weirded us out that day. A few pellets stayed stuck in the wad so when it was shot it must have flipped around and went flying out there. Hit the teal dead center in the breast. Have some interesting pics of that one

[Old Coot]

Watched a deer hunter sight on a buck and get the fever so badly that he cycled a full magazine through his bolt action without ever pulling the trigger.

My dad took a deer to a meat locker, the butcher said, "Come here, Joe, you gotta see this." Hanging there in the back was a nice buck, beautifully skinned, and completely gutted through a four inch incision. The butcher added, "That's Dr. So-and-so's first deer. He's a surgeon."

[Myles]

I work in high tech so alot of my co-workers don't know anything about hunting, but one of the software engineers wanted to go with me one day. I tried to explain some of the basics, like being quiet and try to slip through the woods undetected and look for sign, like tracks. Pretty soon he's was calling me over to look at some tracks. So of course I expect to see elk or deer tracks, but by the time I got close a train had run him over. [img]graemlins/berry.gif[/img]

Sorry, couldn't help it.

myles

[StickFish]

Years ago in un named state to the south I was duck hunting with a friend of my Dad's. He had a great dog, dang thing had radar or something, birds would get within 40 yards and his ears would stand up. Well anyhow, this flight of mallards comes in on my side of the blind so I let them have it (duck fever I guess) blam, blam, blam, birds fire off and disappear. The dog now standing in the pond next to the blind is watching, watching, watching the birds fly off. He slowly turns his head and looks at me and has this expression like, "What do I have to shoot them for you too!" It was a gas!

Later same day some pintails come in, flare and fly over us. Frank (my Dad's friend missed), as the ducks were headed south I put some pellets into the northern end of the south bound duck. It kept flying and flying and flying. The dog looks at me quickly (disgust plainly evident) looks back at the ducks, back at me, back at the ducks so forth and so on. Birds get about a 1/2 mile off (big arse rice paddy pond) and the one I shot at wing folds and breaks and the duck tumbles from the sky. Now there was one happy lab, 1/2 mile retrieve and chase. Duck was diving and jetting all around when he got there, he finally brings back the bird and retrieves the ones we shot while he was gone. Darn good dog if you ask me!

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[Salmo]

I was still hunting for deer on some family property when I was 16 years old. I had a tom turkey walk by me at 3 yards. As he passed by a tree, I raised my 30-06 and pulled one off. The bird immediately started going crazy! I pulled out my buck knife, tackled the tom, and cut his head off. Later I plucked it and never found an entry wound. To this day, I'm not sure if it was the muzzle blast or an Aortic blow out that startled that bird! My dad watched the whole thing from the truck.
Regardless he was tasty! :grin:
Salmo

[SandyRiverFisher]

Hey Ras, were you guys up Squaw Mountain when you saw the kid all decked out in his fancy duds? Theres a colony of mennonites that lives up in that area. Ive seen boys and girls walking the logging roads all dressed up.

Ive also seen the Naked people at the mouth of the Sandy. Walked past a big fat guy sitting cross legged, totally nude, in the brush by the river. I just kept walking like it didnt even phase me, and he thoughtfully buried his privates with multiple handfulls of sand as I passed.

Anyway, one of the strangest things Ive seen was in Heppner. I walked up over a little hump and down in the next draw is a Mule deer doe eating on a patch of grass. Ten feet away is a huge coyote, munching on the same patch of grass! I started down the hill. they both raised their heads, saw me, and then ran of TOGETHER, out the other end of the draw.

Coyote raised by deer?

[Mojo]

O.k. it really wasn't while hunting, and you aren't gonna believe this anyway, but Tarpon Slayer and Out Back can verify this...

Years ago (like 1990) I was working night shift at the Idaho Air National Guard. It was late October (during the goose closure, when we had split seasons). We were out on the flight line working on a RF-4C Phantom Reconnaissance Jet, when I heard a goose honking (it's dark outside, 10:15 at night). Well it was break time and we started toward the shop, walking across the flight line, and I was voice calling to this lonely goose.

We get to the door of the shop and the goose lands on the ramp, about 100 yards away. By now I have a small audience (3 or 4 guys). I keep calling, and the goose starts walking over towards me. It eventually gets about 10 feet away, and I start walking in the door. It follows. One of my co-workers is hiding inside the door, and grabs the goose as it comes in. We took the honker to the humane society, and they released it at Lake Lowell the next day. If the season would have been open, I couldn't have killed it anyway, because it was after the close of legal hunting hours. But it was funny/strange/borderline unbelievable.

If you know anyone in the Idaho Air Guard, have them ask Shoe, Herrin, or Harwood about it. They'll verify I'm not lying.

[Steve Seeger]

Originally posted by The Overfishin Condition:
just as he opened the trunk, the deer jumped out past his shoulder and started running down the road, stretching it out like a greyhound.

<font size="2" face="verdana,arial,helv">I'm one of the "vehicle-challenged" who uses a regular passenger car for hunting. Earlier this year, I had a ~200lb. bear in the trunk of my Neon. He was at least field dressed, though. Wouldn't want that guy to wake up on the ride home! It would have been worth getting pulled over just for the officer's reaction when he saw the bear's head laying across the folded-down rear seats. After the bear, sticking a little forked horn back there didn't seem like a big deal at all.

Steve Seeger

[Erich_870]

My dad and I were hunting for geese during the early goose season south of Cornelius by a golf course, so we were hoping for some big geese, and maybe a couple golfers Its opening day and foggy, so we didn't expect too much. There was another group of hunters on the same farmers property. There we sat in fog, hearing nothing, then blam, one single shot from the direction of the other guys. We hadn't heard a single honk, and couldn't see past our spread so we had no idea what that had been about.

We waited out the fog, and the resulting blue bird day didn't bring any geese so we headed to the farmer's house to shoot the breeze. There hanging from the door nob of is shop was a goose left for him by the other hunters. The farmer was still in his house and had no idea it was there. He told us that the other hunters had offered to share with him, but he is a really old man who had polio as a teen and can't use most of his fingers. He specifically told them he didn't want any birds unless they were cleaned and ready for the pot.

The interesting thing was that this goose had broken its leg at one time then it healed, but his foot had moved up the side of his leg and was just a floppy flap. It walked around on that peg leg, and its wings, which had warn spots.

The hunters turned out to be a rude bunch and pulled enough crap to loose thier permission to hunt. We cleaned the goose for the farmer, and now are the only ones he'll let hunt.

[periwinkle]

Several years ago I was bowhunting deer in old growth timber next to big clearcuts, (sttep country). I decided to sit and eat my lunch and found a log in a slight depression to sit on. After sitting there a few minutes, I look down the hill and 50 yards down there stands a spike buck looking up the hill (2 pt or better area). So I go back to eating my sandwich. Next time I look up, there is that spike an arms length away staring at me. I almost fell off the log. Instead, I pulled an arrow out slowly and smacked him on the nose with the nock -- funny -- he jumped about 3 feet in the air, spun around, and ran a 3.1 forty down the hill. I must have been the first human encounter he'd had.. :grin:

[periwinkle]

This also happened many years ago (I'm really old), and maybe some of you have witnessed this. But again during a bow season, I was sitting on a hillside on a nice sunny day. It was a really dumb place to be because all I could see was the flat area below, maybe 200 yards away. (my son always told me even tho I carried a bow, I really had a rifle hunters mentality). So I'm sitting there and see a doe and her fawn walk out on a landing, 100 yards to my left. Then about 5 minutes later I see 2 large ears and 4 smaller ones maybe 10 yards in front of me. I stand up and say "Boo"! This doe and her 2 fawns then side hill away and also come out on that landing. I don't know what those 2 ladies said to each other but all of a sudden they rise up on their back legs and square off. Thump, thump, thump, thump, I could hear those body shots 100 yds. away. I'd seen pictures of deer duking it out but never witnessed it. My mouth was wide open --like WoW!!

[salmurai]

I was goose hunting a hay field near Klamath Falls with a couple of friends, when a long comes this lone honker. Someone raises up and just wing tips this poor honker. He comes out of the sky a flapping and making all kinds of commotion. We have with us, a year old male black lab. The dog takes after this wounded honker and I'm thinking all the time, that this honker is going to really work this young dog over. How wrong I was. This dog had no intentions whatsoever of retrieving this particular goose. Anyway, the goose sees this black dog running right at him and decides to run away. The goose turns and runs toward the upper end of the hay field and gets to the ditch. About the time the goose is going up the little incline, the dog catches the goose by wrapping his front legs around the forward portion of the goose's body and he is trying his darndest to give the goose a littly pink present in the rear portion. :shocked: Now the goose is really flapping his wings and honking and the dog is going crazy with lust....... I have no idea how the goose was killed. I was crying too much to see anything and actually rotglmao!

[sliverpicker]

Years ago while bowhunting elk near Seneca in Eastern Oregon we were driving up a road heading back to camp after the morning's hunt.

We come around a corner and see an old VW BUG parked on the shoulder, behind the BUG is a young camo clad fella standing alongside a 5x5 bull elk!

We stop and ask what happened? He say's he was driving up the road when this bull crossed the road and stopped about 20 yards up the hill. So this guy slam's on the brakes, grabs his bow, climbs out of the BUG, nock's his arrow, and procede's to put a killing shot this bull. The bull ran along the hillside for 50-60 yards until it dies and comes rolling down the bank into the road.

He had the gutting process started, but really wasn't going about it properly, so we gave him assistance. We inquire about how he plans to get the elk back to camp. He say's he lives in John Day, and ask's if we'd help load the elk over his car! We offer to put it in the pickup and take it to town for him, but he say's if we can help get the elk loaded whole, he can unload it at home and skin it in his dad's garage.

We didn't have time to argue. So the 4 of us, (my hunting partners and myself, plus the hunter) start pushing, pulling, and lifting that elk up and over the BUG until all parts of the carcass are off the ground. The hunter had some rope, and we gave another 100ft of 1/8th inch twine we had. He said he would lash it down good and drive real slow back to town.

Of course nobody in our group had a camera in the pickup. I still kick myself over that. That old BUG sqwuatting near the ground with a hole bull on top. A Kodak moment of a lifetime!

That evening one of my hunting partners drove down the road all the way to the highway and didn't see any sign of the BUG & BULL, so I guess he made it home.

sliverpicker

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[2LEYS]

Was walking up an old trail once and saw a chipmonk curled up on the ground just off the trail. I reached down and touched him. He spun around and looked up at me for about 2 seconds then high tailed it to the nearest tree.

Also saw a yearling jump in buckeye lake and swim all the way across it.

[Woody]

Strangest thing I've ever seen.........Me, shooting a deer. [img]graemlins/stupid.gif[/img]

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[sturgn]

Me and a friend where Archery Antelope hunting in Idaho and there was an early storm came in, it got very cold and snowed about 4". I was using a huge stack of hay bales to get close to a herd that was in a alfalfa field and at eye level I see a hummingbird on a piece of hay, its sitting there froze solid. I decide to take it back and show my partner so I just break of the piece of hay and take the bird back to the truck, kinda like a hummingbird popsicle. We where sitting in the truck warming up and I was rotating the bird over the defroster and after a couple of minutes he peeped and off he goes buzzing around the cab it was all we could do to get him out of the truck. pretty funny site to see!

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[Salty Walty]

I was deer hunting with a buddy of mine and was glassing the rim rock and spotted 4 bucks. I looked for a route to get up there and get a shot. I looked down the ridge and see 2 other hunters working the top of the ridge. I figure that is OK because there would be a good chance that I could cut off the survivors and get a shot. The other guys get to where the deer are and peek over the ridge. The dooky hits the fan and they unload their guns and 2 bucks are down! The other 2 bucks are looking up at them and getting ready to boogie. I'm thrilled the guy got excited and shot the wrong one! They missed the biggest one and he was headed for me. Then the guy who shot the small buck starts shooting again and the big guy goes down. I am incredulous over this. These guys just poached a deer in front of me. My hunting partner comes over to me and asks what all the shooting was about. I said that I just saw those 2 guys shoot 3 deer. So we decide to go over there and ask them ***. We pass a dead, small 3x3 on the way over there.We get to the first guy and he was gutting his deer and the other was down the hill with his. My partner asks him, "How many guys in his party?" and "How many did you get?" The guy responded 2 and we both got a buck. Then he asks the guy "What about the one up there?" He responds, "Which one up there?" We go up the hill and there is another buck. He looks at me and asks "Do you have a tag?" My partner tells him to stop talking and shows him his badge. He was the OSP trooper for the area. The guys face turned white. My buddy asks me if he was the one who shot the 2 deer or the other guy down the hill. I told him it was the other guy. He goes down to chat with him and get his side of the story. He had no idea what had happened up the hill with his buddy. This is what the other fellow told my buddy after he showed him his badge. He said he thought the one he had first shot at had gotten up after he hit it . So he shot the one he was gutting too by mistake. My buddy asked him didn't he notice that the deer he was gutting looked different than the first one he shot at? He said no. One was a small 3x3 the other was a 31" 5x5.Then he said he thought that he missed the 3x3. So he shot this one. My partner had heard enough. Both guys got tickets and Mr. Overharvest lost both deer, some $ and 5 years of hunting privileges. The guys sure had the strangest looks on their face when they saw that badge.

[Stratocaster]

Hunting in fog this year and still hunting a clear cut when i turn and see a doe staring at me from 15ft, i turn back around and heard a buck snort so close it scared the stuff out of me, almost, was awesome but couldnt see anything. Saw a whitetail in Lewis Co.(probably from game refuge in Cathlamet?) and one day almost walked into a doe on a trail, again scared the crud out of me. But got my buck later that day! :grin: Weird for me.

[PBR Streetgang]

Originally posted by Robert:
I was trying to find a place to camp near Corvalis and saw a large group of people burning a cross.

<font size="2" face="verdana,arial,helv">Where and when did you see this?

Thanks,

Tim

[elkaholic]

I was hunting bucks in the Steens unit 3 years ago with a friend. We were about 5 miles North of Fields in Skull Creek area.(behind a locked gate a couple of miles) Early one morning we were riding the ATV's up a faint road to a drop off area for the days hunt. Off to my left I saw coyote trotting and jumping sage. We stopped and I made a sqeeking sound on my hand and he/it turned and headed right for us. It came down to the tracks and walked beneath the road 10 yards past my buddy and then stopped level with me. I had pulled the camera out of the pack by then and took it's picture. It proceeded past me and back into the road and sat down about 15 feet away, I took another picture (unfortuantely before I had a digital). I have been around a lot of coyotes and never saw anything that brave (or dumb)unless you were near a den. It was a pup of that year and the nearest(occupied)house was in near Fields. Weird. No, I didn't shoot it, was too cute :smile:

This other wasn't while hunting, but there is a cow elk (alive) at Starkey Experimental Forest Compound that has spikes. That'll freak you out!!!

[ 11-24-2003, 10:04 PM: Message edited by: elkaholic ]

[winterkill]

I was bull elk hunting and sitting on a longing road there was a guy on a lawn chair. I guess he was waiting for the elk to come to him [img]graemlins/stupid.gif[/img]
Ian

[Leatherneck]

I was hunting whitetail in Camp Lejeune, North Carolina from my treestand. Im 20 feet up the tree using a 20 ga remington,slugs. I didn't like to shoot no further than 75 yards with this shotgun. Had a nice buck come in to my rattling but wouldn't come closer than about 90 yards. Decided on taking a shot. Pulled the trigger and the next thing I see is the buck doing a complete back flip. I about fell out of my tree stand from laughing so hard. The buck jumped to its feet and bolted. It didn't get far. Those 20ga slugs really do a job.

[Killertraylor]

I have a friend who went pheasant hunting in Idaho and between the four of them, they shot 7 pheasants, put them in the Tahoe and headed home. When they cleaned the birds, there were only 6 there - they thought they either miscounted or one didn't make it in the rig. That was on Saturday.

On Monday when he went to get in the Tahoe to go to work, there was a live rooster pheasant sitting on the drivers seat. It had pooped all over the inside of the Tahoe and flew out and down the street - they never got it. They figured it must have just been knocked unconscious when it was put in the rig and later came to on the ride home and hid.

Wierdest thing I've personally ever seen was the healed over broadhead and arrow in a 5 point Roosevelt elk's nose that we got during rifle season. Man, that must have hurt!