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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!