Savage30L
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A remark someone made in another thread sparked a memory in me of a somewhat similar event during a hunt, so I decided to open a thread about weird, surprising, or funny things that have happened on a hunt. I'll start:
One day back when I was in high school, one of my neighbors and I decided to take our guns and try to jump-shoot some ducks off of nearby ponds. We snuck up onto the dam of one pond, hoping to flush some ducks, but didn't see any. This pond was small, but it had several weeping willows growing along the edge, and sometimes mallards would hide underneath the drooping willow fronds. I looked around for something to throw across the pond into the nearest willow, and saw a piece of a stump near my friend's feet. I said, "John, pick up that piece of wood and throw it into the willow". He did, and a rabbit jumped way up into the air, turned a complete flip, and landed dead on the ground! That rabbit was hiding in the willow, and we didn't see it. John hit the thing squarely on the head with his throw! That rabbit was the only game we got that afternoon.
A few years later, that same friend and I decided to go up the hill behind our houses to a cornfield, which had been harvested and was in stubble, to hunt rabbits. It was usually good for a rabbit or two. As we set off, his brother's golden retriever, Goldie, insisted upon accompanying us, despite our forceful efforts to get her to stay home. Well, we got to the end of the pasture, and were starting to cross the fence into the cornfield, when a rabbit popped out from the weeds along the fence, and took off across the cornfield. Goldie--who was just about as wide as she was tall, a very overfed dog--somewhow squeezed through the mesh in the fence, chased down the rabbit, caught it, and retrieved it to us still alive. If I hadn't seen the event with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it possible. It was like the proverbial camel passing through the eye of a needle. Suddenly we were saying "good dog!" after having cursed and yelled at her for the last 5 minutes.
When I lived in Maryland, a buddy named Bob took me to his duck blind several times a year. On more than one occasion I shot a duck or goose that fell right into our blind. One time, Bob had his head turned and didn't see the duck flying in. I shot it, and it came down on his head!
One day back when I was in high school, one of my neighbors and I decided to take our guns and try to jump-shoot some ducks off of nearby ponds. We snuck up onto the dam of one pond, hoping to flush some ducks, but didn't see any. This pond was small, but it had several weeping willows growing along the edge, and sometimes mallards would hide underneath the drooping willow fronds. I looked around for something to throw across the pond into the nearest willow, and saw a piece of a stump near my friend's feet. I said, "John, pick up that piece of wood and throw it into the willow". He did, and a rabbit jumped way up into the air, turned a complete flip, and landed dead on the ground! That rabbit was hiding in the willow, and we didn't see it. John hit the thing squarely on the head with his throw! That rabbit was the only game we got that afternoon.
A few years later, that same friend and I decided to go up the hill behind our houses to a cornfield, which had been harvested and was in stubble, to hunt rabbits. It was usually good for a rabbit or two. As we set off, his brother's golden retriever, Goldie, insisted upon accompanying us, despite our forceful efforts to get her to stay home. Well, we got to the end of the pasture, and were starting to cross the fence into the cornfield, when a rabbit popped out from the weeds along the fence, and took off across the cornfield. Goldie--who was just about as wide as she was tall, a very overfed dog--somewhow squeezed through the mesh in the fence, chased down the rabbit, caught it, and retrieved it to us still alive. If I hadn't seen the event with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it possible. It was like the proverbial camel passing through the eye of a needle. Suddenly we were saying "good dog!" after having cursed and yelled at her for the last 5 minutes.
When I lived in Maryland, a buddy named Bob took me to his duck blind several times a year. On more than one occasion I shot a duck or goose that fell right into our blind. One time, Bob had his head turned and didn't see the duck flying in. I shot it, and it came down on his head!