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The second day of the season I would always put a mannequin dressed in orange or camo in one of the new guy tree stands before afternoon stand. You would hear them yelling at the mannequin before getting on the radio asking what to do. One time I dropped off one of the new hunters at an occupied stand and as I was leaving he stopped me and said there's someone in the stand. I told him to stand behind a tree with the radio in case it gets violent. So I yelled at the "Hunter" to get the F out of the stand or I'm going to shoot you out of it and unloaded my handgun with blanks at the stand. He almost crapped his pants. I took him to another stand where he shot his first buck, a nice 8 point. I miss those day's. SJC

Have you ever done any hunting pranks ? I was invited to a camp with a few guys many years ago . One of our friends was a Biker and always acted Macho . One of the regulars was showing us around the woods . We came across some deer scat . Bill had a box of Goobers candy (chocolate covered raisins) in his coat . He slipped a couple in his hand and reached down Looking like he had picked up some of the deer scat . He popped the Goobers in his mouth and said , it was a doe and she dropped these about 30 minutes . Our macho Biker buddy got the dry heaves and we all cracked up . He never lived it down .

Those stories remind me of one of my old neighbors, who’s been gone for quite a few years now. He was real particular about his tree stands and he called anyone who he didn’t know “aborigins”. One opening day morning, he walked up to his stand in the dark, to find it occupied by one who he said “looked like MR T”, with lots of glistening gold jewelry hanging from his neck. As he stood below and looked up, the trespasser asked “do you know what time it is ?” My neighbor’s reply was: “Yeah, it’s time to get the hell out of my stand”. He was a good guy and I miss him and his hunting stories. He traded me my first cultipacker (probably my second favorite foodplotting tool, right behind my 2 row John Deere 246 corn planter) for a case of genny cream ale.

Back in the mid 80's, 4 of us guys from work went up to Shiningtree, Ontario, Canada on moose hunt.......way back in. Old dirt road for miles, into a lake all the way to the end of that lake. A 150 yard portage into another lake and all the way to the end of that lake. It was damned remote. We set up a camp on the shoreline of the lake. But before we wet, I packed a special extra piece of equipment. We had a dog that enjoyed playing tug-of-war with any piece of cloth, and while doing this she would make these gosh-awful growling and snarling noise that sounded like some deranged rabid animal. I had a small portable tape recorder, and I taped a long session of all these loud growling and snarling noises, leaving a 15 minute empty section of the tape at the beginning. So the first night after our tent-camp had been set up we all sat around the campfire talking about the usual BS that hunters talk about around the fire, and I said I have to take a leak and went off into the total black darkness. I pulled the tape recorder/player out of my bedroll without anyone paying attention and took it with me. I turned it on and came back to the campfire. That 15 minutes of empty tape gave time for everyone to forget I had even left. Then all of a sudden, in the middle of the deepest, darkest Canadian wilderness came this horrible loud maniacal growling and snarling out of the darkness. Panic set into the camp as everybody grabbed knives and hatchets and anything they could to defend themselves. It was an archery hunt, so there were no guns. Finally, we decided to go out and see what vicious thing it was that was threatening the camp. So I put on the big brave John Wayne style act and led the crew through the darkness using just flashlights to light the way. When it turned out to be a tape recorder, I am not sure what kept those guys from throwing me in the lake.

No doubt. Where I grew up , way upstate, there were alot of em and you could hear them screaming all the time in the woods at night. Kinda sounds like a woman, right?

I have messed around doing some ratting with Terriers and it is a lot of fun, I have never found them in the numbers that we see in the videos from Britain. The infestations on some of those farms is unreal. Those big rats do not go down without a fight, the Terriers get some nasty bites, a veteran ratting Terrier has plenty of scars. Back in the day of town dumps, rats could be found in big numbers crawling through the garbage and rat hunting was common, I used my car's headlights to shoot them after dark. Al

And here we go again! Can you former members just not let it go any leave us alone? Not one thing has changed for me when it comes to this board, I will use it the way I have since I joined. I am here to gain information about the outdoors and share anything that I think that may help others. If I make a post and just one person gains something from that post it was worth my time to post it and worth their time to read it, it is that simple. I am not going anywhere, I like it here just fine and will never join the other board. Al