stupid hunter stories!
The Ox
8/27/07 4:24pm
so i know we have all had it happen to us your set up nice and good on a great spot before light and just at light some one comes and blows everything because they are loud and dumb! my stupid hunters story (notice the plural on hunters): me and a couple buddies beat the light to our spot for elk, and we were feeling pretty good about it until right at light. some jerk in a diesel drives 50 yards from the meadow we were watching and idled his truck for 20 minutes no joke sitting in his truck at day break idling, i was pissed off and ready to go explode on him i took some breaths and soon enough he backed up and parked 50 yards from wherei had parked then to my relief shut his &^*&%$#$ truck off. well if idling wasnt enough they exit the truck and make sure to slam the doors of course, so i took some more deep Breaths and stayed put. 5 minutes later i hear a dreded four wheeler, JUST great. well he stops a good 250yards away shuts it off and i can hear him talking loud from across the meadow and behind some trees some more deep breaths and i stay put. well a good 5 minutes pass and here comes another truck just great he parks and ten minutes later the dumb hunter walks 5 yards past me did not see me and continues into the trees tromping around now i have just about had it! if that isnt enough the truck with a broken shock from yesterday decided to make an encore. decides to drive through this medow and to the trees so he did not have to walk so now i am hearing a loud exhaust and the constant screeching erking crakcing sh**** shock every bump they hit i lost it walked over to my buddies and said enough we decided since they could not come in quiet we would not leave quiet my buddies uncle screams at the top of his lungs : HEY BILL DID YOU SEE THAT BULL HERE HE COMES HES COMING RIGHT FOR YOU GET READY!!!!!!!. i am sure those stupid hunters were excited though ahah. felt good cause i was gonna go have some words with the broken shock guy. if everyone would sneek in quiet it would be great but nope 90 percent are retarded we got back to my truck and there was a truck left of me 50 yards a four wheeler 50 yards left of it a truck 50 yards right of me and the dumbest of all parked 300 yards east of me in the stinking MEADOW!. if i see someone parked in an area i give it to them they were there first its theres have at it, good luck to them! i dont park on all sides of them make as much noise as possible and set up next to them . we got the heck out of there hit a spot with no one near it and my buddy shot that great buck on the archery forum under 07 archery buck. so it ended up working out but still! why do people have to be so dumb like that and so inconsiderate!
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Your a hunter, You can go to lots of places on foot and leave the road hunters behind.
Really, with a little map studying and a little walking, you won't have those problems.
one year my husband and I were driving our 4-wheelers from my parents house (We usually go camping but didn't have a lot of time to hunt this year) to up to where we go hunting and we were driving almost to where we park them. it was still dark and there was a truck pulled off to the side of the road (Arizona plates and this was in utah), so I went to pass it and as soon as I almost got by the drivers side door he opened it and held out his hands, so i stopped or I would have ran him over! and he told me to shut of my 4-wheeler cuz his buddy sees a 2pt right down the hill and he's steadying himself to get a shot! -first he was in the passenger seat, aiming out the window and they were parked on the road and it was still dark! so I said forget this I'm not going to wait for these people until day light or if they are going to breaking the law and shot now I didn't want to stick around! so I just started my 4-wheeler back up and drove around him! when my husband came up to them he said they were still yelling! but we got to where we were going, got off and started to hike where we go hunting, and we got to almost where we were going and decided to sit on this first ridge until light, as soon as it got light a small 2 pt came by... since there was both of us and didn't have much time to hunt, I shot it. as I was cleaning it I said, now watch another deer come over the ridge.. not even 10 minutes later a big 24" 4 pt came across, and my husband shot it! so within 20 minutes of daylight, we had both deer downed, cleaned and loaded and on our way home, needless to say we came across this truck again and he stopped us and started yelling at me for not stopping and scaring off his buddies deer! I said 1st you can't shoot from your vehicle 2nd you can't shoot from the road and 3rd it was still dark! he started yelling some more and I said I gotta go get these deer hung up in the shed and took off.. needless to say he waved good bye to us.. but he didn't wave with all of his fingers! :nono:
I just wonder the mentality of some hunters? :-k
Wildlife Officers Michael Blanck and Kirk Oldham were on patrol during
the 2003 third regular rifle season early in November. As they entered a
hunting area regularly occupied by a variety of hunters called
Church Park, in Middle Park, they noticed two individuals carrying rifles
creeping through a meadow. The wildlife officers stopped on the road
and watched to see what the two men were stalking.
The wildlife officers watched one of the men drop to a
knee, look through his scope, and shoot. The other man was watching
through his rifle scope as well. The shooter then stood up and began to
walk towards the edge of the meadow. Blanck and Oldham could not see
what the men had been shooting at.
The shooter stood at the edge of the meadow, turned around, and held
his rifle above his head. He was shaking it up and down as if to indicate
that he had killed what he was shooting at. The second man walked up to
the shooter. They both stared at the animal they had killed. Then one of
them finally looked in the direction of the wildlife officers. The shooter's
partner slowly began to walk towards them.
When Oldham contacted him, he stated that he 'thought' they had killed a
moose. Since there was no moose season on, Blanck and Oldham knew
that there was a problem. The wildlife officers approached the hunter
who was standing approximately 5 yards away from a large bull moose.
The shooter asked them if the animal was a moose. He wasn't entirely
sure that the animal lying in front of them with large palmate antlers, a
dark brown/black coat, a distinctive bulbous nosepad, and a
distinctive "bell" around the throat was a moose. Oldham advised the
soon-to-be defendant that it was in fact a moose.
Both hunters had bull elk licenses. They stated that they had followed a
set of large two-toed tracks that must have been those of an elk. The
shooter said that he had seen movement in the trees at the edge of
the meadow. The hunter said that he had seen an animal with antlers and
a brow tine. As he continued to use the scope of his rifle to identify the
animal, he had lost sight of it As soon as he saw the antlers again,
he shot once and the animal went down. He had hit it once at the base of
the antler with a .300 caliber Winchester Magnum.
Oldham asked the hunters to field dress the moose. Neither of them had
ever field dressed an animal before, so Blanck helped them out Oldham
brought the pickup next to the moose so that it could be loaded.
The wildlife officers had a ‘spike’ bull elk head seized from a previous
violation in the pickup bed.
The shooter looked in the pickup, saw the elk head, and then asked
where Oldham had picked up the‘antelope’?
Blanck calmly explained that it was an elk.
The shooter was charged with hunting without a valid/proper license,
unlawful possession, and the additional Samson (trophy poaching)
surcharge.
All totaled, the violations equaled $15,795 and 30 points
against their hunting and fishing privileges. Working with the District
Attorney, the shooter pled guilty to hunting without a valid/proper license
and a deferred judgment on the surcharge. He paid $4,425 in fines
and agreed to pay an additional $5,000 to the local sheriff's department
per the stipulation of the deferred
judgment.
Both hunters were from the Denver area.
A year after moving to Roswell I decided to give deer hunting a try, one problem, I had had a complete knee rebuild about 3 weeks prior. No biggy, I'll keep close to the roads, and will call if I need help. I didn't have my own rifle, so I borrowed a buddies 300 Win Mag. He's a die-hard hunter and I know he's one heck of a shot, so I wasn't concerned about the rifle.
Opening morning turned out to be a waste. The fog was so thick I couldn't see 20 yards, but I hung in there and figured may be, just may be. Around 1pm the fog finally burned off and I decided to check out a new area I found on the map. A little canyon, which seemed to be a great idea, eventhough I could barely walk. For those that don't really know the Roswell terrain, it's FLAT.........................To hear of 300-500 yard shots is a common thing.
So I pull up to the rim of this canyon, it's 150 yards across and probably 40 yards to the bottom. Across the canyon towards the bottom was a little forked buck, but he was all alone, so I thought. I glassed the canyon for minutes trying to get a feel of the area, mind you I'm not hiding or nothing. When 2 Army helicopters fly over about 100 yards up, that's when the biggest buck I've ever seen stand up 10 yards infront of the little fork. I say my favor saying "Holy @$&#", lock, load, fire!!! Nada, Lock, load, fire!!!! Nada again, and I realize just how shakey I am, so I go down to one knee, the wrong knee and the worse hamstring cramp kicks in. I roll around on the ground, crying, trying to rub this cramp out, which takes a solid 2-3 minutes to work out. So I figure the buck has blown out of the county and is half way to Lubbock. So I stand up, and the buck is about 20 yards closer, guess he wanted a closer look at the stupid human. Long story short, I shot 8 times at this buck, walked back to pick up and reloaded, cried like a baby, you name it I did it, and that buck never spooked. He walked away, but never spooked.
I called up my buddy to tell him what had happened, and as the conversasion continues, his wife over hears and lets us both know that she had dropped the rifle a couple weeks prior while she was dusting. I took it to a gun smith to have it bore sighted, it was like 5 feet high and 6 feet to the right or something crazy. I went back to the canyon the next after noon praying for another chance, and the buck was back, kinda. He was there and he moved around a lot, but he never once gave me a shot, not even a may be shot.
How big was he?? No lie, swear on everything I love, this buck was an easy 200 buck, he was a buck of a lifetime.................
guess that's why my dad use to always tell me to site in the gun the night before the hunt even if you did just shoot it the week before!
guess you've learned your lesson... the HARD WAY!
As I was removing the cactus from my thigh, and trying to stop the bleeding from my elbows, two morons in the Chevy LUV stopped to ask if I had seen any deer, and for directions back to town. I thanked them for spooking the deer, and directed them to town by way of the nastiest road on the hill. It was the quickest way to town, had the gate at the bottom not been locked.