Anyone have any interesting pranks that they have pulled on fellow hunters while at hunting camp or while hunting? With the opening of deer season, there has to be some people out there that are always willing to try to make a fool out of their fellow hunters. Let's hear what you got and maybe we can pick up some new ones to pull on the people we hunt with.

Buddy of mine was being a real smart-A years ago at the hunting lodge. We were all sleeping in bunk beds and he, as usual, rolled out his sleeping bag on top of one of the blanketed bunks. Well, he didn't notice he'd laid his bag down on top of an ELECTRIC blanket. I waited until he got good and asleep, then reached down and switched on the blanket to "BROIL". After about 10 minutes he started fidgeting and then launched out of that bag like he was shot out of a cannon. Of course, I acted like I was asleep but it was hard to keep from laughing..........

I've got a stuffed skunk. I'll be hunting alone this weekend, so I think I'll put the skunk in bro-in-law's stand. He and I are going back next weekend. I'm laughing now about him getting in there before daylight and seeing that thing sitting on the corner...

We have a guy on our lease that,beleive it or not,is afraid of the dark. out at daylight and in by dark. right before halloween last year,we rented an ape suit and ran thru the woods at a distance in front of his trail cam. i have been to camp every other weekend since march, and no one has seen him yet this year.We are only a few miles from Jefferson,so maybe he thought it was Bigfoot.

I used to hunt with a guy that always went way overboard with what ever he was doing. To make matters worse he would always talk non stop about the huge deer he was hunting, he never killed anything. A friend found a mule deer shed in Colorado with a 32" main beam and one 15" tine on it, so the idea was hatched. Another member of the camp was very good at carving so he carved us a huge deer foot that was attached to a long pole. The footprint was an inch longer than any deer anyone has even seen.

So the huge shed was left within 20 yards of his stand, it took him three hunts in that stand before he noticed it. We made "rubs" on trees that were 12-24" through the middle and several "scrapes" the size of the bed of a pickup. And lots of HUGE deer tracks.

This guy obsessively hunted what he called the world record 4 point for two years before he received an anonymous map to where his deer could be found. It entailed driving to the airport to catch a flight to Colorado. Luckily he took it well...

One hunting trip it was to the end of the morning hunt so I decided to walk to by buddies stand. Dangerous but the north side of his blind had no windows so that is how I approached. I walked up under his stand and threw rocks into the brush beside him. I could hear him moving around to get a look. I started grunting on my call and he was going crazy trying to find this deer. He would grunt back. Finally I was laughing to hard so he looked out the window below him and started rolling. It was funny as hell.

man i wish you could hide a video camera in there so we could see this go down

My brother-in-law is deathly afraid of snakes. He is getting a fake snake attached to the door of his GROUND box satuurday afternoon. Wouldn't dare put it in his tower. He'd die from the fall.

A group of us went hunting with a guy that is the best shot in the world to hear him tell it. He could shoot out a gnat's eye at 700 yards in the middle of the night with a hurricane going on--blah, blah, blah. We got to the place we were hunting and as were were unloading everything, one of us got his gun out of his guncase without him seeing us and clicked the scope 15 clicks to the left and 15 clicks down. The entire weekend, he obviously missed everything he was shooting at. He cussed and discussed the entire situation with each and everyone of us. As we were getting ready to go home, one of us got his rifle and adjusted the scope 15 clicks to the right 15 clicks up. The trip home was filled with how someone had dropped his gun and messed up the scope and after a while at the range, he would return to being the sniper that he used to be. We all ended up at the range the next day and when he shot dead center on the target at 100 and 200 yards on 6 shots, he loaded up his stuff and left. We still all hunt together, but he has a tendency to keep his mouth shut and when he does get out of hand, we gently remind him of the time that he got buck fever and could not hit anything for the entire weekend.

I killed a snake one morning coming from a morning hunt. I took it and coiled it up inside my brothers motor home right in the doorway. It was funny when he opened the door. hehehe

There were 3 of us turkey hunting in WV once and 2 of us were together and heard the third one calling from the top of the mountain. We walked up towards him and started calling. He called back and we lead him all the way off the mountain to the road. You should have seen his face when he came out of the woods and on to the road.

When I was just a kid my dad had a friend that was always bugging him about taking him hunting on the ranch at Dilworth near Gonzales where we lived.

We had some very old mounted heads that had pretty decent horns, that looked shabby up close. My dad took one of the heads and removed the board from the back of the mount and screwed a small board on the back that could be stuck in the ground. We stuck the board in the ground in a shallow creek bed. From a distance it looked like the buck was comming up out of the creek. It looked real from 75 yards away.

We go to Gonzales, and go to the mans body shop. It was fixin to be Thanksgiving weekend and he was going to give all his employees off on Friday at noon. It was drizzlin rain and kinda foggy so we invited him out to the ranch that evening. He shows up with quart of whiskey and a 30-30 with a side mounted scope. My dad asked how long it had been since he had shot the rifle and he said last year. My dad said he should shoot the gun a couple of times at a target just to confirm it was on. The 30-30 was right on the money.

He and my dad mixed a drink and proceeded to drive through the Peach Creek bottom with me in the middle of the truck. This guy was ready with the rifle out the window. We drove to the spot where the deer head was and my dad said look over there, there is a buck standin in the creek bed lookin straight atcha. We stopped, turned off the truck and the guy got a good rest out the window and he squeezed one off. He hit the mount right in the base of the neck. There was a small white cloud of dust and the deer head was rocking back and fourth. My dad said shoot again, so he jacked another round and fired again with the same outcome. By then I couldn't stand it anymore and started laughing. Dad told him go over there and see WTF is going on. He gets out of the truck and struck a trot to the creek, and just stands there looking, pulls his hat off and looks all around him and comes walking back to the truck. When he got to the truck he unloaded the 30-30 and set it in the seat of the truck. He was breathing really hard and grabbed the bottle and took a good pull and said Sheet boys lets just ride around and look at deer I dont feel like guttin a buck anyway.

We all had a large laugh and continued riding and looking at deer. He thanked my dad and I for the fun hunt that we had. He said he would have never thought that a Game Warden would have pulled a trick like that on him. They drank the rest of that bottle and he went back to Gonzales. Needless to say he didn't ask my dad to go hunting anymore, but they were good freinds until his death.

last year a buddy on my lease got up a day early prior to opening day. well he went to my uncles stand and put a blowup doll in there sitting in his chair. what made it funny was my uncle turned it around on him and acted like he never hunted the stand it was in. kept him going all week. it was pretty funny.

several years ago by brother killed a buck that was real sick looking. we were afraid to eat it so we took it and tied it to a tree to where it looked alive. got a green horn buddy to go spotlighting that night. as we drove down the county road where the deer was, some buddies fell in behind us with lights off, some other buddies were already ahead of us. once to the deer, we shined the light on him and hollered Shhot! the greenhorn jumps out with a buddies 300 win mag and starts hullin at the "deer". meanwhile the buddies behind and in front, start screaming down the road blinking red lense covered spot lightsmaking it look like the game warden. we yelled run, evryone scattered and met back up at the truck in a minute or less. we were 2 hours convincing the green horn to come out of the woods. o yea, he chunked my buddie's nearly new gun in the ditch when he bolted.

We've had our share:
- We threw a dead bobcat on a buddy while he was taking a nap.
- When my brother in law shot his first and only deer years ago, we told him that it was no good because it was covered in ticks and he should bury it. So he proceeded to dig a huge hole behind camp. We told him it was a joke before he dug all the way to China.
- We took an old buck mount that my brother had found in a trash can down the block and nailed it to a tree down in the woods from my uncle's box blind before he got there to hunt that afternoon. He got in his blind and started glassing the area and saw it. My uncle said he waited 2 hours that afternoon for that buck to step out so he could shoot it. Said it just got dark so he left and came back to camp. None of us said a word when he told us about it. He got in his stand before daylight the next morning and when the sun came up, he said there it was again, in the same spot. He finally snuck down to it and found out it was an old mount nailed to a tree.
That's just a few of the better ones.

Done a few but the best was when I took a friends truck to the beer store and came back and started telling him I hit a deer in his new f250, what he didnt know was I told my brother to get the leg from a deer that had been killed earlier and stick in the grill where he could see if from the door. Well everyone cleared the house to see the damage to only find me and my brother out of breath from laughing so hard. Geeze, we thought it was funny, he did too after we told him the truth, but Dad called me a few choice words, oh well. Still laugh about it today.

We also found a big lizard on the side of the house when we got there so we decided to put it in one of the guys sleeping bags that hated lizards, snakes and such. Well needles to say we all went to bed with him being the last one in bed. It took a few minutes and when the sleeping bag warmed up so did the lizard. The guy was out the door before you could even blink an eye, I thought everyone was going to throw up from laughing so hard.

I'll have to think of some more.

I didn't pull this but the old man at the regular poker game swears by it. With all the small kids in camp and growing up in the woods they would always tell a story about an old indian who lived on the place that murdered a family down the road. These stories went on for years and years. Finally when some of the kids were old enough to sit in their own stand one of the grown ups at camp thought it would be funny to dress like an indian and run through the woods where he could be seen. Not thinking it through when passing by the stand whooping and hollering the poor kid drew a bead on him and started shooting. Obviously he didn't hit the old man but when his father showed up to get him out of his stand the first words out of his mouth were " dad I saw that old indian and I dang near got him. Yeah I shot at him twice."

I just find it amusing.

Several years ago my wife and I invited some fishing friends from the Abilene area to bring their kids deer and turkey hunting one weekend. When we got up and started leaving to go the next morning I told them I needed to spray them good with doe pee so the deer wouldn't smell us and get spooked. I lined everyone up and sprayed them down with a squirt bottle I had filled with water the day before. They took it all in stride for I was born and raised here and had ranched here all my life so they never questioned but what I knew what I was doing. Somehow my wife and I both managed to control ourselves and we loaded up in my crew cab and started to the deer pasture. The kids kept talking about how it sure didn't smell like what they thought doe pee should smell like until I finally lost it. They liked to have beat me to death right there. I get that bottle out every time they come and we have a big laugh.

on a ranch out in Rocksprings my dad is a partner one the founders used to tell a story about their "pet deer". Supposedly one of them took a neighbor and his son out there to shoot his first deer. They told him he could shoot any deer he wanted, but just be careful not to shoot their "pet deer". They said that it would be the one out there with the red earrings, just be on the lookout for it and don't shoot it. The instructions we not to get out of the stand until they came back. Well, they heard him shoot and went to check on him. Sure enough, he had a deer down. One of them distracted him while the other one went to check out the deer. You guessed it, he slipped on a pair or red danglies on that doe's ears. Scared the poor kid almost to tears thinking he had shot their pet.

I don't know how long ago that was, but supposedly, that kid never lived that one down...

i took one of my green horn buddies out to the ranch. and we were shooting around with my 12ga shotgun. I was shooting some #8 shot as fast as i could, then i told my buddy to try to shoot a can as fast as he can with the 3 shots in the shot gun... well i loaded it up with 3 slugs instead of the #8 shot and didnt tell him... he shot the first shot and it knocked him on his A$$. He got up raising hell and yelling at me. saying he thinks he broke his shoulder. me and the other guys were rolling on the ground laughing so hard!

I was camp hunting with a guy one time that like to polish off a 1/5th of whiskey by him self while cooking, when he got nice and drunk i pulled the potatoes out of the fire and wrapped some round rocks in foil and pushed them back in the coals.

2 hrs later he is hammered and cussing at why his "tatter" aint ready to eat!

I also killed a big rattler last year and Im having it mounted striking around a whisky bottle so I can put it in the cabinet and whens hes drunk and say..."hey bob get another bottle!" .. I'll try to get video.

I havent done it yet but I read a story where a guy bought an old alarm clock with the bells on top (the wind up kind). You take the bells off and glue a rattle on it from a rattlesnake. Set the alarm for whatever time you choose and stick it either in a stand or close to a bed. Once the alarm goes off, the &%#$ hits the fan. Cant wait to try it but I havent found a rattle snake on my place yet.

Bowfishing with my buddy Casey one time, he shot at a gar and missed, his arrow ended up under a stump. As he waded towards the stump to retrieve his arrow, a moccasin slid off the stump into the water, you should have seen his face. So he cautiously wades over towards the arrow, going slow and looking around for the snake. I, following close behind him grabbed a stick. As he reached his arm into the water to feel around for his arrow, I poked him in the back of the leg and yelled SNAKE! He jumped about 10 feet in the air and messed his droors. Man that was priceless.

remind me to never hunt with any of you jokers..

those are some funny stories..

My cousin put a bunch of empty beer cans in my dad's blind. Nobody that hunts his blind drinks so when he got to the lease, he assumed someone had been poaching our lease and hunting his blind. He just about had the game wardens on their way out to the lease when my cousin broke the prank to him.