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As a person who loves a good prank, here are two of my favorites.

The first year I hunted in a lease in 1975, we bunked in a very old building. It was full of rats, nothing to have one scurry across your sleeping bag. There was one old guy ". My age now" that was deathly afraid of rats. Every night he drank until he couldn't hardly walk. We tied a wig on a piece of monofilament fishing line. We put a couple of eyes in the wall behind his bunk so we could jerk the wig out of his bag. Sure enough, old Billy came to bed drunk. Once the light went out and he settled in, the guy jerked the wig out. Billy was screaming and flopping until he fell out on the floor. We laughed our asses off.

About 4 years ago I had two old plastic gun cases that were cracked and beat up. I put a few bricks in each one. It was opening weekend of deer season. We put one on the edge of the road going into the lease. There are several leases on that road. We were hiding in the bushes. The first truck passed it up, but the second slammed on his breaks, the passenger jumped out, grabbed the case. We could hear him yell" it's heavy, must have two guns in it"

Same thing happened on the second case, except it was a young boy. "Its heavy Dad, it's got guns in it". I would have liked to have seen them open the cases.

I'm sure I'm not the only prankster here???

I like a good clean joke, or gag myself, but remember, the tables, they can be turned.

I was hunting in CO. In the seventies with a group that had two brothers and their cousin. Cousin left camp and saw a buck chasing a doe right down the trail he was on.

He stepped out of the trail, threw his rifle to his shoulder and watched as the deer ran by him.

The brothers had placed black tape across the objective lens of his scope.

propped up a dead black bear that I shot that evening behind the cabin in up in northern Ontario and yanked the screens off the windows after smacking the cabin. There had been a problem bear in camp. Lights went on and things got lively

We hung a mounted buck's head, at the end of a farm lane, in a grove of trees. It is not approachable, except right down the road. (Open field all the way to the dead end.)
My uncle set up in position and waited an hour for that buck to take just one more good step....lol.

I think one of the best pranks I ever heard was from a deer camp my dad went to (75% in attendance now in the great hunting grounds in the sky). Those boys would mess with each other relentlessly...and not sure how much hunting really went on.

Legend has it that one night 'Hose Nose' decided to play a prank on 'Dupa'. He waited until he was passed out drunk and mixed a handful of fine central Wisconsin sand into Dupa's jar of Noxema. Stirred it in just so.

Now, Dupa wasn't using the Noxema for his complexion. He had developed a case of the 'roids and took to slapping a handful in the ass and taint region every morning before taking to the trail. Helped to smooth out the walk apparently...well until the day Hose Nose mixed in the sand. Story goes he was on the ground crying about 10 yards into the walk to his stand.

Hose Nose got figured out being the only left handed guy in the group. Dupa, retired police chief as he was, started an investigation. Turns out the swirl pattern in the jar was counterclockwise and the perpetrator was caught...Dupa was still mighty butt-hurt about the whole thing and a proper fistfight broke out.

20 years later it was told in the duck blind to me, a wide eyed boy with a love for stories...but always by Hose Nose, Dupa never enjoyed the telling (or the jovial reenactments).

Buddy was camping on the banks of the Potomac with friends during spring turkey season. One big guy was very afraid of snakes, worried about one crawling into his bag. Kenny found a long limber stick, and waited for John to fall asleep. He tickled his hand with the stick a little, swatted it real hard, and hollered SNAKE. Of course John was scared [bleep], then got mad. He grabbed Kenny's occupied sleeping bag, and threw it, and him, in the river.

CAN be turned?

They WILL be turned!

One trip, we also had a guy afraid of rats. The prankster went into the cabins bathroom, we heard a shout, thumping and a small fight. The door popped open, he ran out, dropping a rubber rat on the victims lap.

This one older big mouthed know it all guy that I couldn't stand went hunting with a big group. One guy had a cow tag and connected on day 1 or 2. We had him cut out the vaginal and anal patch so it made a small blanket and once he was asleep (passed out drunk) we stuffed it under his blankets but first we painted his nasty ass toenails pink. Knowing that he could always dish it out and never take it we'd hoped that he'd leave early. He did but apparently was in such a rush to get away from us that he didn't realize his toenails were pink. Some guy in a truck stop bathroom saw his pretty pinky toes (he always wore flip flops) and propositioned him thinking he was a freak at a rest stop looking for a piece of trucker ass. I still chuckle thinking back on how mad he was and how much he wanted to punch me but he knew pink toenails and an elk pusssy wasn't a good reason to die. 😉

I f'ckd with him until he finally quit and still wish I'd have just beat the f'ck out of him for the fun of it. Even his "friends" didn't like him...

Isn't that what they call 'traditions' in some circles?

Funny chit Ace

Our friend Ernie brought a TV to camp so he could watch the Giants and Murder She Wrote. We all hollered and told him camp is no place for TV. So that night I went to town and got the old TV my FIL had offered to me a couple weeks before. Ernie had put tin foil between the rabbit ears on his TV so we took the foil off his and hid it. Then we put the foil on the "dummy" TV and put it outside by the brook. When Ernie stumbled downstairs in the morning he saw that his TV wasn't on the table but out by the brook. He hollered about that but I told him "it's about to get a lot worse". 3 of our members were lined up as a firing squad and on the count of 3 they executed the TV. Later that night we got Ernie's TV out of hiding. He took it home and we haven't had a TV in camp since. Good times.

That's AWESOME!

But what's a brook? Is that sorta like a creek?

Yup, brook, creek, crick, stream that we pee in before it flows into the NYC reservoir!

There were some in our youth, but I've grown past the desire for that stuff anymore.

but first we painted his nasty ass toenails pink

So why did you happen to have pink fingernail polish in a hunting camp? Were you planning this or do you carry it everywhere?

A stream that's a bit bigger than a rill. We got creeks around here that other folks in other states would say are rivers.

I didn't and I don't remember who brought it or if it was paint. Parts of that trip are a little fuzzy and it was a couple decades ago.....but mostly just fuzzy. 😁

There were a bunch of hooligans on that trip.

WARNING: When camping I sleep with my 1911.

Throwing a hand full of 22 rounds in the campfire livens things up....grin

Breakfast food in a flannel sleeping bag sounds tame, but that was scout camp.

Elk hunt on a friends ranch back in the 70's. Hired hand thought he would be funny and come in the dark to our camp and steal the horses.

Somebody thought it might be a bear or a cat making the horses move around and let go with a couple of Win. Mag rounds into the trees above the horses. The hired man ran into the dark screaming "don't shoot, don't shoot!" Hit a tree in the dark. Them tables got turned.

You guys are lightweight, I say-lightweights! Not one mention of a good ol' fashioned snipe hunt! Several newbies in our camp have made the long walk to camp after being dropped off at the end of a logging road with a burlap sack and a whistle, and told to blow the whistle to lure in the wily snipe.

Another good story-our camp and the guys next to us used to have a friendly competition to see who could have the first buck hanging on opening morning. Dad and one of the guys next door both used to hunt up above camp, and fairly close to each other, and one or the other usually was first back in with a buck. One year dad dropped a spiker at first light on the first morning. His shot ran another buck right past the guy from the camp next door, and he dropped it too. Dad heard the shot, and knew the neighbor had one down. The race was on to gut the deer and see who could hoist theirs first. Both guys came down off the top of the mountain, within sight of each other, but Dad was about 100 yards behind his buddy from next door. No problem-he faced the deer head first down the hill, sat on it, grabbed the antlers to lift the head off the ground, and literally rode it down the hill. For years they talked about the crazy redneck sled riding down the mountain on a dead buck.

Someone packed a life size cardboard cut-out of a moose 2 miles in, then one night, another half mile down the meadow in the dark to position it 200 yards from my partner's stand where he would see it as it got light.

Woods are full of hooligans!

I always arrived before BIL. Placed a dozen flamingos around his stand. He was not happy at daybreak.

So do buckeyes. And if you're about 8 years old and find out they 'explode' and send out some shrapnel in the campfire you just don't stop. But you wait until the dads are good and drunk before tossing a few on the fire! Makes things lively.

Well this is more of a fishing camp prank, but it was funny, and I'm one of the suckers that fell for it. We sort of have a family reunion, with a few friends of family thrown in a few times each summer. It's usually way back in somewhere where you need 4x4 to get to, and there's always a crick, usually different ones where we ain't been for a while.

Like here we are . . .



Well my cousin, Charlie, had taken some old brass and melted little drops from it and, unknown to anybody else, sprinkled a little along the edge of the crick right by camp. Nobody noticed for a day or two, but once they did, and word got out, there were people in the water trying to pan gold in frying pans, people staking micro-claims(you stay on that side of this rock and I'll stay on this side), and people talking like they had won the lottery. Charlie would sit in a lawn chair smiling and not even looking for nuggets till we figured it out.

One stunt I've heard of for deer camp, is the "deer call horn". Every nubee is to start the first hunt, by blowing that horn as loud as he can. Tradition says, the louder the blast, the bigger the buck who hears it.
The thing is, that horn is bent to face the bell at the musician. And he has no idea it has been filled with flour.....lol

I cannot take credit for this one. I read it here before.

A guy takes one of those plastic worm bait containers and removes most of the dirt but keeps worms in there. Guy replaces dirt by taking a dump in container and mixing it up and gives container to brother. Goes fishing and asks brother to dig out a few worms for him.

Had a couple of buddies come to the NM ranch for some coyote hunting.

We had an old adobe house that was at the headquarters everyone stayed in. Problem was, it was drafty, and rattlesnakes would come in frequently. I'd killed like 3 big rattlers in that house... And I made sure to show them the pics.

I knew none were in the house because I checked before they got there... but I did have an electronic caller that had "rattlesnake rattles" as a sound on it.

After supper, I put that caller under one of the beds the guys were staying in.

Waited for about 15 minutes after they turned out the lights and then used my remote control to turn on the caller already set to play the rattler sounds...

Things got pretty lively pretty quickly.

I let them holler for a minute or two, then went and turned the light on.... The guy that was sleeping on bed that had the caller was on a big table about 10 feet from the bed. I asked him how he got there?

He said he jumped. In the dark....

They were kinda relieved and kinda pissed when I reached under the bed and pulled my caller out... They could take a joke though.

I don't like them, hunting is fun but can get very serious, jack-fuggin around with guns, alcohol [after the hunt] and spooled up emotions present is not a good idea.

Leave the damn jokes for the house.

Mostly the guys I hunt with are light hearted, and not wrapped that tight.

The ones that can't take a joke don't make the cut. It ain't worth it...

If anyone has ever spent time in a hunting camp with a stick in the mud, you know what I'm talking about.

One thing I won't tolerate in hunting camp is a drunk, though.

I know what you mean, but, I'm there to kill first and foremost, either for meat or depredation/pest control, after that, light hearted relaxation with a good bottle of Scotch and Cigars is fine with me.

Good grub don't hurt a damn thing either.

Nothing like a good camp cook to improve dispositions after a cold, wet, unsuccessful hunt...

Geez Grandma, we were having a good time until you showed up.

You've got to know your audience but I agree about leaving guns and alcohol out of it.

We used to hide the bucks we'd kill from each other, and let the other guy stumble over 'em. Once I got a nice one and stashed it with the firewood under the tarp. My bud got back to camp and asked if I'd seen any and of course, I said "no, why don't you grab a couple logs for the fire?"

This wasn't really a joke, but it was funny as hell. I was hunting with a bud and we each had our own tent. I got up in the middle of the night to take a piss and there was a skunk messing with our dirty dinner dishes by the fire pit. So I started lobbing pieces of firewood at it to chase it away, I guess it made quite the racket. It ran off, so I took a leak and once it got quiet I heard my buddy say in a real tentative voice "....is that you?" When I said yes, he came flying out of the tent, said "you scared the sh** out of me, I thought it was deliverance all over again!" I laughed until I cried.

God bless Texas. One more reason NOT to go hunting with drunks and dangerous associates. You'd get shot on a lease. gunner500 is right.

Get shot on a lease for what? A harmless prank?

One of the funniest things I ever saw in camp wasn't a joke.

There were several leases that had a central camp on a large ranch because it had water and electricity. Made for interesting times, for sure.

The area had LOTS of rattlesnakes. Most days a guy would bring in a huge rattler he'd killed.

Before daylight one morning, folks were stirring, getting ready to out hunting...

One guy went out to the bushes to take care of his morning business..

A short while later, that guy went to screaming and hollerin' to beat the band. Hell, we all thought he'd been snake bit.

About a half dozen of us grabbed a light, and headed his way.

When we got there, we all got the same shock HE had gotten... (Only his was worse)

He settled in to take a crap, and finished. When he pulled his camo bib overalls back on, and threw the back bib with suspenders over his shoulder, he got hit in the back of the neck by his own crap.... He'd crapped on his overalls and didn't know it til it hit him in the back of the neck...

Buddy had a couple camps in Maine on a lake. We used to go there with a gang of guys, mostly firefighters. One year the owner invited a couple cops. They were good guys and everyone had an ok time. Owner found a cap gun that belonged to his grand kid, you know the kind looks like a black revolver and the caps like percussion caps. Well one of the cops started bitchin about dinner, the owner giving it right back to him... then he went into his pocket pulled the "revolver" and fired a shot... that detective grimaced held his belly and fell on the floor thinking her was shot for about 5 seconds... I almost fell off my chair laughing so hard..

In retrospect I am glad my detective friend wasn't carrying though truth be told we were better shots then they were.

The guys I used to hunt with took a deer hide with the head attached and placed it over a low barbed wire fence that could be seen from the road. Sure enough a truck stopped and a kid got out and took a couple of shots. The guys were sitting on the cabin front porch and busted out laughing. A couple of years later the guy and his son showed up to use the camp shooting bench. The dad looked and his son and pointed to Randy and said "there's your buddy, remember him"? The kid looked embarrassed and said YES!
Another time Randy found a dead 8 point on the hill above the cabin. It was frozen so Randy propped it up so it could be seen from the road. They were in the cabin when the shots started. They figured the shooter had to go back to town for more shells!

Several years ago my buddy and I were Elk hunting and noticed a lot of Elk “sign” and had an idea for a practical joke to play during the next years deer hunt in California. I bought a box of junior mints for the upcoming prank. My buddy and I and his wife were out hunting and I noticed a pile of fresh deer “sign”. I palmed a couple of mints and faked picking up some of the deer sign and placed a mint in my mouth and stated that I thought the sign had been placed earlier that morning and was piping hot. His wife told me where to go as she was not falling for that stunt. Later their 12 year old son joined us and while the wife was not in the vicinity I pulled the same trick only this time my buddy asked for some of the sign and he proceeded to disagree with me and told me it was much fresher. The look on his son’s face was priceless as he was horrified and thought surely we had gone completely bonkers. My buddy fessed up right away as he did not want to harm his son’s psyche. His son is now in his 30’s and that is one of his favorite memories of the hunt.

My favorite so far is putting a roll of "no tear" TP in the crapper (with a roll of real TP within reach). One of the guys just cut off a piece of the "no tear" TP with his pocket knife and didn't even say about anything it being hard to tear.

Went camping with 6 buddies one fall, everyone was responsible for bringing their own food.

Me and one other guy went into town and stopped at a grocery store for dinner fixins, I got steak and large portabella mushrooms.

We got back into camp late in the afternoon after the beers had been flowing for the 4 who remained.

I grabbed the package of portabella mushrooms and concealed them inside my coat, and said I wanted to take a walk in the woods. Once I was a little way from camp I took the portabella mushrooms out of the package and put them in my floppy boonie hat that I had been wearing.

I walked back into camp with the mushrooms in my hat and announced, "Look, I found us some mushrooms for dinner."

One fellow said, "What? you would have be crazy to eat those."

I responded, "No, I think these are Morels, I saw a picture of them in a book once."

Another guy said, "No, I know Morels, those aren't morels."

I said, "They look just like morels to me." I took one of the portabellas out of my hat and took a bite out of it.

One yelled, "I know Morels, THOSE AREN'T MORELS!!"

The other guy yelled, "spit it out, SPIT IT OUT!!"

A third yelled, "Don't swallow it!"

Just as I was going to start faking foaming at the mouth the other buddy who had went into town with me and knew what I was up to couldn't keep it together anymore and began laughing, and the jig was up.

Dayom, that is some kind of schidt right there. Could make for a real long day in the boat...or maybe a real short one.

Question is... Did the fish like it?

I think there would be a fight if I stuck my fingers in cshit.

Can't be THAT much worse than some of the stink baits I've had.

Some of them... well, you didn't open in the house or your pickup.

I think I'd open the container, take one whiff, and the prankster would be wearing that schidt.

For God's sake, put a little less starch in your BVD's.

I don't go to hunting camp to play practical jokes or try to act like an idiot. If you have to do that to be entertained, I don't want to hang out with you, let alone hunt out of the same camp.

Back in the 80's a bunch of us went to camp for a work weekend. I invited a coworker to ride along, just to get away for the weekend. We had a camp cook at that time that enjoyed stirring things up. He'd always try to get under someone's skin. I gave my buddy a little heads-up about "Diffy" on the drive to camp. Morning after the 1st night Diffy wasn't to happy. I found later out on the ride home my buddy put a few toothpicks in Diffy sleeping bag before he crawled in knowing he'd never get blamed for it.

Littered a buddy's tent inside and out with an entire 'combat assault sized' bag of Chips Ahoy cookies one night while he was on a beer run.

Had about 20 raccoons take over his campsite in the dark.

Then we ratched-strapped the door shut on the porto-potty whith same guy inside of it the next morning.

Good times

I took my grandkids, an 8 year old boy and a 10 year old girl hiking last summer. They weren't paying much attention to me where we stopped for a little break. I opened a big bag of peanut M&Ms and found a nice handful of the dark brown ones and arraigned them with the "M"s down. When they came back and we started our hike again, we went a little ways and I pointed the pile out and said "look an elk was here". I picked some up and sniffed it and said, "it's pretty fresh too," I tossed a few in my mouth and started chewing it up and said, "It was a big 'ol bull elk too". You had to see the looks on their faces right then to appreciate the joke. I couldn't help it, I lost my straight face and burst out laughing. I gave them the rest of the M&Ms in the bag and picked up the brown ones for myself. Paige told me, "Grandpa, I almost threw up", but she still was laughing too. Their new joke on me, is whenever they see a turd of any kind along the trail, they say, "Hey Grandpa, what do these kind taste like"? 😊

Interesting thread. I've never liked people that get their jollies at someone else's expense. Tells you all you need to know about that person.

You're a barrel of laughs.

This thread's turning into a real kgunt magnet.

Really? I just can't take life that seriously. We're on this rock for way too few days to be so puckered about everything. There's nothing wrong with a little harmless good-natured fun. Guess we'll never hang out sharpsguy.

Jeez to hear some of these sour puss's whine, I guess we should all have a sign at the trail head leading into camp that says something like, NO SMILING, LAUGHING, OR FUN TIMES BEYOND THIS POINT. IF YOU WANT TO HUNT HERE, BE 101% HUMOR FREE! ANYONE CAUGHT SMILING OR HAVING A GOOD TIME WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT!

Any one that jacks with someone else for their own amusement where I hang out and with who I hang out with could easily get shot on sight by several different people.

A day without humor is a day wasted.

Deprive me of my sleep or my grub and you got yourself a wolverine on your hands!

LMAO! Thanks for the idea, my granddaughters will never forget it.....

On a fishing trip we had a guy that snored REAL Bad. We all sleep in tents . My brother was one of his tent mates and got a idea. About 5 minutes after the light where out. My brother rolled over and patted the snoring guys ass and said "Later baby after the guys get to sleep!" We all but him got a good night sleep!

Milkduds work even better, and look the part.....lol

I took a road flare and put about 10"of cannon fuse in it. I lit the fuse and threw it into the tent with a young fellow that wasn't pulling his weight.I told him it had a 10 second fuse on it.

Sure changed his attitude

In 1980, my bother, a friend and I were drop camped into the Eagle Cap wilderness in Oregon. We were all pretty green in terms of mountain and wilderness hunting. My friends tent was close to a fire ring and cooking utensils. My brother and I shared a tent 20 yards away.
The first night, we tied a string to some of the cooking utensils and ran the string to out tent. After we all were in our sleeping bags for about 1/2 hour, we tugged on the string and rattled the cooking utensils. Then we stepped out of our tent and started firing some big hand guns and hollering "bear"
Our buddy darn near tore down his tent trying to get out of his tent. We laughed our ass off at him, but when he came out of the tent he had a 9MM in his hand. Its a wonder he didn't shoot us.

Tootsie Roll.. outside the monkey cage at the zoo...

If you don't have one, you can substitute a Baby Ruth.

Instead, now you occasionally make smart alecie comments on the web.

There's that word again.

You ought to copyright it.

"That word. I do not think it means, what you think it means."

When I was a teen we used to go fishing to Canada a few weeks every summer. It was my dad and a few of his buddies, WWII vets or that age group at least, and about as many of their male kids like me. This was in the 60s and 70s so they weren't that old yet. The group would usually be 15 - 25 people and two or three boats and three or four campers. One year my dad invited his friend Ken, and that guy was a jerk. He was bitching before we got to the first town 50 miles North of home, Lusk, and bitched all the rest of the way too. We kinda had a tradition of swapping around passengers in the trucks so everybody got new people to talk to for a while. By the time we had stopped half a dozen times nobody wanted Ken in their ride anymore. My dad got stuck with him, not me I was car hopping to all the other rides.

Poor ol' Ken, he had it figured down to the penny what fuel was gonna cost, he didn't approve of playing cards for money. He knew who got the best deal and who got screwed at each restaurant when everybody just chipped in, he didn't think any joke was funny, and he knew the order from those of us who cussed the most to the least, he not only didn't approve of alcohol or cigarettes, but would even bitch when he saw someone take a chew. I guess he figured someone was gonna add tobacco and booze to his end of the expense.

We all thought my dad was going to have the longest drive ever to Lake La Ronge, but we pulled into some little bitty town near the border in North Dakota and my dad and Ken were having a heated discussion. My dad kicked him out and told him to take a bus home or call his wife or adult kids to come get him. We all left him there, looking mad, but he was used to it, he had been mad since he left home, and probably was for years before that. The rest of us went on, told jokes, played poker, caught fish, had a few drinks, and had a good ol' time. Best joke of the trip was still the look on Ken's face when we left him at the gas station. We were still laughing about that one 30 years later.

And you and Kaywoodie are 2 of the best. Definitely worth the price of admission for pulled pork, bbq brisket and more great peach cobbler than can be put away.

One thing I notice abut these prank threads (there have been others in the past) is they ALL are about "we or I or someone I know did something to someone else" and it was so damn funny, we (I) laughed our asses off.

I've read the whole thread and unless I missed it, haven't seen one mention of "some guys did something to me and I damn near broke my leg/was humiliated/shot someone by mistake/ruined a $200 pair of boots" and oh, man, it was so funny, I laughed and laughed! Geez, I wish they'd play jokes on me like that every week.


What generally happens is, someone plays a joke, the victim is humiliated and almost injured or for real injured and is madder than hell while everyone else laughs at his expense - the madder the victim the greater the laughter. So then the victim turns around and does unto others what he hates to have done unto himself.

And there endeth the Sunday morning sermon.


Now this will spark the counters of, "oh yeah? well I have a great sense of humor and love it when people play practical jokes on me and ruin my hunt/ruin my clothes/put my life and limbs in danger."

Too late - you'd just be responding to a challenge now. If someone were going to claim that they would already have done so without being prompted.

This. Seasoned hunters who are friends go hunt for the comradery as well as the meat. Most seriousness is saved for hunting.

Hahah. I wonder if he left through the door.

Great stories on here posted by many.

Great jokes and thread Hanco. Had a good laugh.

Worm crapper woulda got crap on him.

Thanks for posting Barry, Jacq, and others. I cant believe i didnt think of the morel or mm trick.

Our biggest standing prank came about by accident. In 1994 my dad, brother, and I were elk hunting in Idaho, just north of McCall. The second day of the season I shot a big 5x5 early enough in the day that I was able to gut, skin, and remove the head and still get back to camp in time to retrieve an axe and packboard to finish the job.

I didn't want the head just sitting there in an unattended camp so I put some cardboard down in the trailer and put the head in it, facing the door. It just turned out that way. When my dad got back to camp he opened the door to find a big bull head looking at him. Both he and my brother figured it was a joke, so now when one of us kills a bull we stash the head where the others will find it.

That's about it, I don't get off on screwing with family.






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I had a lot of crap done to me. I'm easily startled. I've had the SOB's grab my leg from under the truck, jump out behind bushes, they get up early to get in my stand before me " scares cshit out of me to open door and get grabbed"

We have a cowbell that makes the rounds now. You never know when your jeep is gonna be clanging. There is a magnetic gay pride sign making the rounds also.

All in fun!!! I enjoy getting as well as giving!!

The biography of William O. Douglas had some good ones in it, perpetrated by the Justice himself.

Like stopping up the flue so the cabin filled with smoke, and saving a few trout heads from the previous evening's dinner to place in the bottom of the coffee mugs of his pals, so that they wouldn't find them until they drained the contents....

I had a good prank pulled on me. Seems the joker in question (who still hasn't come forward) used a cargo strap to lock me in a bathroom. (Wrapped around the knob, and anchored to some shelving.)
But, being that I am a belt and suspender type, (never leave home without knife, fire, and flashlight type) I still had a few screwdriver tips and a 1/4" handle in my pocket. (Never a bad idea to carry).
I disassembled the lock, exited, then reassembled the lock. Left it as I found it, and they never did find out how I got out.
I never said a word about it.

A large zip-tie around your driveshaft with the tag left long, makes for some startled looks. (Ask me how I know)

Some of you are wound a little to tight.

I have this uncle who used the backside of an axe against the trunk of a snow laden jack pine to make for one of the most memorable group photos in camp history. The timer on the old Canon film camera snapped just in time to catch a couple hundred pounds of snow cascading down on 9 smiling guys who were about to hop in the trucks to head home after a 10 day hunt.

The time the lawn chairs were forgotten so logs were chainsawed off at the appropriate height. Except for the one for Francis, he'd been in the hooch after camp was setup and in the interest of his personal safety his chair was cut only about 3 inches tall. It seems that mass quantity of bourbon can affect depth perception and he decided to sit down in his seat. He was still pissed 20 years later.

While hunting deer near Ft Laramie a few years ago, me and a buddy, Mark, were walking up this draw. I was about halfway up the right side and he was going up the left side, but not as high on the his side as I was on mine. I saw something move in a fork in a big Cottonwood tree about 7' from the ground. Mark was closer than I was to it but didn't have the angle to see what I was looking at. What I could see that he couldn't was a pair of coon ears and the top of a scrunched down coon head hiding in a small hollow in that tree.

"Psssst Mark," I got his attention, "Lean your rifle on that tree over there," I pointed to a different tree. And in a just loud enough whisper and hand signals I continued, "Now pick up that stick," pionting," and "Go to that tree and poke around in the fork of it just there above your head". I still can't believe he done each step that I had told him and never asked why, but he did. That coon sure was pissed when he thought he was hid but got poked with a stick. He jumped outa that tree growling and hissing right at Mark who's running backwards till he fell down, but fortunately, the coon didn't eat him, it just run off mad. Mark was kinda mad for a few. "Why did you tell me to do that"? he asked, "I just wanted to see if you were dumb enough to do it without wondering why," I told him, "Guess we both know now". "What was you expecting to happen anyway"? "I never thought about it I guess," he says. "See, that's what I mean". 😁

Later that day, I pointed out a knothole to him and said, "Hey Mark, come put your finger in this here knothole". "[bleep] you, you do it first", I patted him on the back laughing and said, "See you are a lot smarter this afternoon than you were this morning thanks to me".

Oh heck. Too funny.

Man, it woulda been great hunting with you. Hopefully in the happy hunting grounds.

This is my sentiments also. Pranks are for kids until they are mature enough to realize they are not for anyone.

Some people don't like being fooled with. Usually it's people who are real full of themselves.

Or it could be they have actually matured as they got passed junior high school.

This is a shocker.

Did you get past junior high school?

The way my group hunts they're mostly too damn tired to play silly games.
Nobody sits in a stand all day, they hunt some high hard country.
Speaking for myself I'm damn old for that kind of crap.

I know just what to get you for Christmas.


Surprise!

I don't know about the rest of you guys, but I passed with flying colors.

When I was a teenager I hunted in a typical Georgia deer camp. you have several types of guys that are in every camp. In our camp you had the brother of the president who had stands in every patch of woods around. He spent the whole season trying to kill the buck others seen by positioning himself in one of his stands closest to where ever a deer was seen. One morning my friend Ralph saw a nice buck running along the ridge above the main creek. As he told the story I see the president's brother paying close attention. I immediately got in my truck and drove down to the creek. Knowing where he would be hunting the next morning, I went in and removed all of the victim's bright eye trail markers that lead to his stand and placed them in a big circle. The next day at lunch the said victim arrives in camp at lunch and says that he got lost going to his stand that morning. Only to find himself 40 yards from his truck come daylight.
The next fellow was the guy that knows every deer on the lease by name and likes giving advice on how to kill each deer. But he rarely ever kills one himself. One evening after an unsuccessful hunt. my partner and I got an idea. Knowing that Natiebumpo was leaving, we strapped a set of rattling antlers to a leather boot and positioned it even with the back door window of my buddies Bronco. When Natiebumpo approached the back end of our vehicle while driving out. We saw him hit his brights, knowing he had seen the back of our "trophy bucks" head. We rolled up the electric rear window ,speed up and away. The next day the President of the club called me and asked me if we had any luck the day before. I said "nope"!
The ever popular making giant buck sign near someones stand to keep them from wandering is always a fun one. It also tells you who will share their finding with the guys who say nothing.
The guys I hunt with all have a light heart and are there to have fun. We hunt hard but it is the laughs that we have on each others expense that make the memories. We all have nick names for each other, usually spun out of a practical joke, If you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen. Reading some of yall's disdain for practical jokes makes me think. Gee's these guys need to lighten up. You would not last long around my crew.