Home Forums Hunting & Shooting General Big Game Have you ever taken a shot then could'nt stop laffing?

Not a rifle but shotgun. Had taken the time to bust out a circle in a frozen section of a slough off a river, and mallards were piling in gangbusters. We were one bird short of a limit, and here comes a solo greenhead locked up. Instead of touching down in the opening though, he decides to land on the ice just outside the open water. Why, I have no idea, but as we watched, with me ready to touch off a round and call it a hunt, the stupid bird skidded on the ice and was headed for the hole, when all of a sudden he hit a rough patch, or a piece of ice sticking up or something. The damn thing was like one of the three stooges of the duck world. An audible 'CLICK!' was heard as his bill smacked the ice as he face planted, then slid into the hole. It was almost like we were expecting a 'hey, I did that on purpose for your entertainment, guys' out of him. I couldn't bring myself to shoot him and soon after we headed out a bird shy of our limit, but wearing wide smiles.

That's funny - I can picture it. As a teen I one day watched a bunch of mallards playing on an iced-over sandbar on the Missouri River in North Dakota, 25 miles below the Garrison Dam. Every evening as the power grid came up, more water was released, raising the river level, which iced the sandbar. During the day, the iced sandbar was a couple feet out of water, but smooth and slick.

The ducks (there were a couple dozen - tho not all of them were doing it)) would take off from the water, circle around to belly-land at speed on the ice and slide 50 feet or so, plopping off the end into the water, then quack loudly, and do it all over again.

I must have spent 2 hours watching them...

my dumba$$ critter story is the time that i flushed a coot which proceeded to fly directly into a thorn tree (one of the jobs with the 4" thorns on the trunk) and impaled itself. the coot got itself good, the thorn went straight through his neck. came back later and it was still there. life can be literally impossible for the stupid

then again, coots as a species really are some of the most unfortunate in the intelligence department.

I know I don't post a lot so no one knows me, but I read a lot here. Is it just me or has Kawi's grammar/spelling become vastly better? OR...Am I just more fluent in "Kawi"?

My first called coyote was similar. I was sitting at the base of a cedar tree watching a yote from way out work the ground to his advantage, dipping in and out of low ground and ditches and along an old barb wire fence. He dipped into one last "ditch" for lack of a better word that led straight at me. I had my rifle pointed where I thought he'd appear. He crested up out of that wash broad chested ears straight up at attention staring down my barrel no more than 10 yards away from me. His face was much like you described. I was able to keep it together and shoot him though. I've been addicted to calling coyotes ever since, I just wish medical school would give me some time to do it.

If you mean in a reply post - sure.

I don't consider myself overly morbid but....we hunt deer as a club and put on large scale drives. I had a doe tag yet to fill and was watching a ridge where the deer were being driven from my left to my right, across my face. The woods were quite that day and one could hear the damn things coming a mile away. I set up knowing about where the shot would present itself. Naturally a doe had ninja'd herself right up the ridge and was 20 feet from me. Looking straight at me, I shot it square between the eyes with a 243. At the shot both eyes rolled out like a slinky and its legs locked like telephone poles. It fell over like a tree against an oak tree. It came to "rest" leaning, still completely rigid, against that tree like a broom stick in your kitchen closet with both eyes dangling out like a damn accordion.

Was squirrel hunting about 20 years ago. I was sitting on the trunk of a downed tree when I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. It was a squirrel slowly coming along the same tree trunk I was sitting on. I did not move and the squirrel hopped over my lap and kept on going. For a second there, I was afraid he would go for some nuts half way across my lap!

Anyway, he jumped off the tree trunk, still moving slowly, and I never saw him again.

Never did get a shot at him, but I still enjoy the memory of it .

Steve

He does seem unusually coherent.

Pard and I had agreed to each walk along the edge of a long clear cut that was perhaps 500 yds wide and about a mile long. We agreed that when we each came to the other end of the clear cut, we would walk to the middle and wait till the other came over to meet. We hoped to jump elk that would be bedded down along the edge or out in the open soaking up the sun, we had 6" of powder snow.

Well, I got to the end of the clear cut first, time to take a leake. I was doing my thing when I heard this grunting sound, looked up and a big bull elk was coming at me at a quartering angle. Well, I had leaned my rifle against a close tree. I pissed all over my rifle and myself as I reached for it, first shot was over the bull's back as he was running down hill, second shot more of the same, third shot aimed low and further out front, hammered him mid body. 140g Ballistic tip, killed him dead right there, no kickling.

I told my partner what had happened as he walked over. He laughed so hard I thought he would puke. Then he pulled out a Leatherman to help me skin the bull...insult to injury!

Thanks 68W.

August when a haples coyote took a sonder threw a goat fawning ground.

I was hunting squirrels a month or so ago and the squirrel rut was in full effect. There were two way at the top of this 80 foot pine chasing each other around. They got still and I noticed that they were doing the act. Not wanting to shoot a man in a moment like that, I watched them. Right when they finished, she kind of turned around and snapped at him...and he lost his grip. Being that that pine was long and straight, the only limbs were within twenty fee of the top, so he fell straight down and hit the ground with a solid "whump". I waited a minute or two and he didn't move and I was walking over to pick him up. Then suddenly, he woke up, jumped up on the tree, and went up for another round. I just smiled and tipped my hat to him instead of shooting him.

Yea, I think Kawi is going to college now.

I still don't understand what dowel rod he had in what gun he fired at a badger or what he feeds badgers to get them dizzy, but he is improving.

Picking on a guy who hunts badgers with cordless drills is a uberfluckingrisky!

Thanks for a good laugh 340mag! Great story.

I love it when a plan ( or not) comes together!

TFF