Thanks guys, for making my day!

 

Ok.. I got one other one that didn't work out well for me and my buddy.

We draw a very hard to draw rifle bull elk tag in Northern AZ. The hunt is in the middle of November. We setup camp at my favorite spot, start the camp fire and start to dream of what the next morning may bring. About 10pm this bull starts bugling in a meadow about 200 yards from camp.

My buddy had never been elk hunting before so he asked if that was normal. I'm like, well the rut is over, the bulls usually don't bugle this late in the year, especially during rifle season because a bull that bugles during rifle season usually doesn't live long.

Anyway, the bull continues to bugle all night long, so much that neither one of use get any sleep. I told my buddy at first light, we creep into that meadow and bag him. So we get up and get into the meadow, the elk are no longer there but I know they are close so I start following their tracks. Then I hear a vehicle driving down the forest service road.. and instantly I'm thinking "dear god.. please let those elk be off the road and out of site". Well.. a few minutes later.. I hear the truck slam on it's brakes, doors open.. shots are fired.. and I hear "I got him!". So my buddy and I look at each other.. drop a couple dozen F bombs and walk our dejected a$$es into another spot to continue the hunt.

A few days later, a couple of hunters walk by our camp and we start chit chatting. And one says "yeah.. there was a humongous bull killed right over there (pointing to where the bull was killed) on opening morning". I told him.. "Yeah.. that was our effing elk. .and I dont want to hear about it". He said. "oh... man that is too bad because that thing is going to make the books!". Again, I told him I didn't want to hear anymore about that particular elk, and then made my way over to the ice chest for a refreshing breakfast beer.

Anyway..didn't see another shootable bull the rest of the trip and haven't drawn a bull tag in AZ since.. and this was over 10 years ago.

 

i got one on the lines of 68 merc.
back in 73 we were deer hunting. one of the guys shot a 4 pointer. he walked up to it, and kicked it in the butt. it did not move, so he leaned his shotgun against a tree, and straddled the deer to slit its throat. just as he put the knife to the deers throat, it jumped up, and took of running with him on its back, sawing at its throat with the knife in one hand, and hanging on to the rack with the other. all the way out to the highway, about 200 yards, down the highway a good 100 yards, cars sliding all over the place, and finally it drops in the center divider.
with all the city slickers standing there watching him, he said "boy, that was fun!!", then grabbed the buck by the rack, and drug it over the 3 lane, and down to the field where we had just arrived with the truck.

2 days later, we were sitting in a bar when a couple of guys were talking about the strange hunting habits we had in the area. "apparently they ambush the deer, jump on their backs, and slit their throats instead of just shooting them"

we were rolling on the floor laughing.

 

I am not a movie go’er or watcher, however did watch that one and loved it....tractor tippin it is.

 

These deer stories are good! BUT!!!!
Let me tell you all about ole Dr.V.
In my old hometown there was an old Army Ammo plant. Every year they would hold a lottery to get 1 square mile to hunt deer on. Well Dr. V. got in the lottery and won! Dr. V. got him a brand NEW bolt action rifle! Now Dr. V. was an old VietNam Vet, So about 1am Saturday morning he loaded up his rifle and his knife! Well that night he went out to his assigned spot and went to sleep. He was woke up by a noise of a deer! 8 point buck , nice rack size and he reached for the rifle, slid the bolt back, and JAMMED the bullet in the barrel!!! Well Mr.Buck had not heard him, so he tried to get the gun unjammed without luck! So, he put the rifle back up against the tree fork and pulled the survival knife and jumped down on the deer! Well, he killed it with the knife! He drug the deer out to the road so the warden could check it. 1st question the warden asked was,,,, Doc? Wheres your rifle? Up in the tree, WHY??? The next thing Dr.V. knew was he was handcuffed to the Ramcharger so he would not make a run for it! Sure enough,,, The warden found the rifle, walked back to the truck and got the bullet unstuck! The warden let him keep the deer because he told the truth! NOW,,, It's mounted on his wall in his office with the front hoofs turned up and holding the rifle that NEVER fired a shot!

BTW,,, IT'S TRUE!!!