Dirty Trick but it were funny!

Got a 4-wheeler I keep in Louisiana, which when I visit the folks place, I like to take the kiddos for rides on.

My Uncle decides to clean up and misplaces my key. Not happy.

Later that year, deer season is open in that area of the state. Pay back time.

In the back of my Grandparents house is about 2000 or so pine timber woods with some hardwoods mixed in. My key misplacing Uncle had set up some real nice food plots and shooting lanes.

Oh the joy of having my Dad email this photo with the subject line, "Food Plots Worked" Hopedale got a nice deer.



LOL, my cell phone started ringing. No I did not shoot this deer, but saw this pic somewhere and got the idea.

What pranks have you pulled on folks you hunt with?

Good prank there Hopedale

To funny.

Opening day of dove season this year, me and another buddy ganged up on a third. Buddy #1 put a rattlesnake ring tone on his phone and hid it under Buddy #2's stool before first light. As we're sitting there, waiting on shooting light, I start calling the phone. Buddy #2 about soiled himself. He jumped and up and started looking anxiously in the dark under his stool from a good distance. I got in 4 or 5 calls and kept it going a few hilarious minutes. He was just about ready to start shooting blindly around his stool when we had to step in to save the phone.

Oh that is an awesome prank there, I have got to try that on one of my hunting buddies next year.

Now that is funny, but it would have killed TxKiller.

I had a buck I was trying to get in Mason Co back in the 80's. Both my Uncle and I had seen it, but could get a shot. At the end of the season, we bring our deer back home and my Dad and I had the idea to take a doe and tape some horns on her. Get home, hang the deer up to start processing(deer are in cloth bags) and called my Uncle to come see "him". The doe could have been 1/2 sized of the buck, but my uncle takes it down and looks at it, says how big the horns are, how small the deer is and how his horns are big because of the small body... does everything but unwrap her/him.

Still doesn't have a clue to this day it was a doe!

This was not planned but still funny. This did not happen to me but to a friend of mine who was on his bow hunt on his ranch in South Texas. He was dropped of early sitting in brush blind just outside the feed pen about 30 minutes before daylight. All excited and then cold fear hits him...left his arrows in the truck as the lights fade into the distance. No cell phone in those days so he sits and has 7 bucks in range with one really great one and all he gets to do is to draw and practice on them with no arrows. Next day same blind but with full quiver of arrows. Still dark and deer crunching on corn and waiting on light in the pitch black to pick him one buck out when a snake crawls into the blind with him accross his feet and as he jumps up and lets out some *&^%# tones deer bust in all directions, bow goes one way , chair another and blind is demolished. Next day no deer show up. He had a couple of more mishaps that year also but I will save them for another time.

I've got a buddy (more a friend of a friend, but I've heard about this a few times) who works for a company that owns a large amount of commercial real estate. A few years ago, he had a retail store that went out of business and moved out. Of course, like most businesses that fail, they left behind a ton of stuff. Being a retail store, they left behind mannequins.

Well, my buddy loaded up a few and took them to his ranch. I was never there for this, but basically he would stage them in different places: Outside a window, in a shower, in a deer stand, etc.

Imagine climbing up a tower stand, opening a door, and seeing a lifeless figure sitting in your chair.

Demented, but funny.

We don't play many jokes anymore, but I remember several from my younger, more alcohol induced days. Favorite was likely writing on folks foreheads while they slept or coating their armpit with toothpaste after they passed out. I was blessed with the ability to almost always be the last to sleep.

Here is another one that was a prank pulled. A friend had a larger ranch in South Texas that always invited his friends to hunt and help him shoot management bucks and does. He had a mutual friend who was a local police officer in his home town who was a practical joker as was our friend. So that year in Sept the policeman played a joke on his rancher friend and got him good. So our rancher friend vowed to me that he was going to get him back. So we schemed and came up with a mounted deer hid in the brush to fool him with. We took an old management buck mount and tied it up in a tree out off of the road about 130 or so yds. It looked great and we always hunted out of top drive. So we had to test it out on 4 or 5 guinea pigs first. It was hidden so well and good the first time we did not "see" it right away. Some guys shot this buck as many as 4 times! One guy and I quote here-" yeah I seem him and I see his shoulders"! So I said shoot him in the shoulders. So he did and as with all of the shots they always "missed" everytime and the rancher would always say "you shot over him, shoot him again" and again and again. So they big day comes for payback. The rancher drives up on the buck and just by luck a doe bolts out of the brush right were the buck is standing and I point and say there is a buck chasing that doe. The ranchers says shoot him he is a great management buck. So the buddy lines up since all he can see is neck and fires once and the usual come out "you shot over him shoot again" comes out. Well he fires one more round really quickly and same response comes out but he does not reload. He looks at his rifle with a blank stare in on his face and his mouth is open and then he looks at us we say got you..and the cussing started. He would not speak to us for a bit but then he laughed about with us. You know in all the fun and shooting everyone that shot at the buck hit him in the neck when they aimed for it. Some good shooting I must say.

We had a guy on our lease that is afraid of the woods at night. Go figure? We rented a gorilla suit and ran in front of his trail cam during the night for 3 nights in a row. Stayed just far enough back where you could tell it was something standing upright but couldn't see it really clear. You know,like real Bigfoot pictures. When he looked at the pics on his SD card,he began to sweat and tremble. He wouldn't go into the woods at all,even in the daylight. The next weekend,we showed him the pics that we took of the creature in camp,thinking he would understand it was a joke. Well,he didn't. He thought the creature had followed him in from the woods. We finally went back to the shop and took pics of one of us with the suit on without the head. Damn he was pissed. He lost almost 2 good weeks of hunting. But,he says it still bothers him more to go into the woods now. Never said he was bright.

We had a guy on a day lease for a weekend once when we needed 6 people for a whole weekend hunt so we could have the place to our selves. Had a cabin with 3 sets of bunks in it. My friend told me the guy was a very deep sleeper . The wheels started to turn. He slept in the top bunk. The first night was un eventful,but we noticed when the old double bell wind-up alarm clock went off in the morning,he almost fell out of bed.The next night,with a little help from Jack Daniels,we got him to bed and sound asleep. During the night,the rest of us put his bed up on cinder blocks to raise it a ft. and a half.One of the guys set the alarm on his phone and we got up about 20 minutes early. The phone alarm didn't phase his buddy at all. But when the big alarm clock went off,he raised straight up and slammed his head on the ceiling. Kinda cruel,but was funny as all get out. He slept on the sofa the rest of the trip.

Not a hunting story, but a good prank nonetheless...I would go to my cousin's house alot as a kid and we would ride horses. One time during the summer (it had to be over 100 degrees) we were riding in a pasture and came upon a huge oak tree. He stopped and told me that an old woman asked him to bury some money for her and that he had burried the money under this tree. We got down and started digging. After a considerable amount of digging, he sat back and told me to keep on, that he was going to rest for a bit. I dug up part of a trash bag and got all excited. He told me that yes, he had burried the money in a trash bag. I dug enough to get my hands under it and lifted, and about that time the stench hit me. He had burried something alright, but it was the old woman's poodle. I lost my lunch that day, and he still laughs about it 35 years later!

My cousin would shoot coons at night down by the creek behind our deer camp. My son (14) and I put 2 glow in the dark thumb tacks on a stump down there to make it look like a coon. We went with him that night and my son carried the rifle. My cousin kept saying "shoot him, shoot him" until he walked almost up to the stump and we busted out laughing. He was mad. He said he would get me back sometime.

Deer & Elk trip. Camping between Ridgeway and Montrose Colorado with friends from Montrose. Weather turned nasty and we were around the fire passing a bottle of homemade wine back & forth while standing in a foot of snow with the temp in the mid 20's.

When we all were pretty well cooked we decided to turn in. All of us, except my brother-in-law, took a whiz. About 1am, my BIL has almost waited to long to go pee and hurries out of the tent in his underwear and boots. It was one of those that just took forever and I could hear him saying things like "come on", "hurry", "hurry" "dang it's cold".

Well.....my sleeping bag is right next to the tent door. So I reached out and zipped the door shut and then zipped the inside screen shut. He came stumbling back to the tent telling god about the cold and saying some bad things about someone's mother and their dog. When he hit that door it all came loose.

My friends were in the tent too and by this time we were all in stitches. Gentlemen - that was over 30yrs ago and I'm still waiting for him to get even for that one. Enjoy!

My now ex brother in law Bud was highly competitive when it came to hunting. He was what is called a "one-upper". He always had to come out on top, and he couldn't stand it otherwise. Bud, BIL #2, and I were dove hunting. Zero birds were coming in, so Bud decides to break off on his own and walk across the thick brushy pasture to another place. After Bud left, a big flock of blackbirds landed by us and I fired into them and killed about 25 or 30 of them. Me and BIL #2 dressed all of them, cleaned up the evidence, and had the breasts spread out on the open tailgate of the truck when Bud came walking back with his 5 or 6 dove. You couldn't tell these from dove breasts. Boy was he pi$$ed when he thought we had killed more dove than him, and was twice as pi$$ed when he found out later what we really did.

Last year I took my 13yo son to the lease. The weekend before I had set up a turkey decoy on the other side of a rocky draw from camp, about 200 yds. away. When we got to camp my son saw the "turkey" He wanted a gun to shoot it. I told him that turkeys were dumb, and that he just needed to get a rock, and sneak up on it real slow. So he went off down the draw crawling slow with rock in hand. He couldnt see the turkey for the last half of the stalk, to see it wasnt real. Then he popped up in the other side of the draw about ten yards away from the decoy. He thought he was something special until he realized he'd been had. It was funny he was real embarrassed, but I am sure he will get me before too long.

A buddies dad and his friend were playing pranks back and forth for a couple seasons at our deer lease. Well the friend decided he would try and get one in one day while him and another guy were walking to the stand. He went and took a crap under my friends dads feeder. He had on some overalls with a hood and when he was walking back over to where the other guy was standing by the trail he flipped his hood up and the crap hit him right in the face. Next time I bet he makes sure his hood is out of the way when he does something like this.

I was on a friends lease about 12 years or so ago now as a guest one time in South Texas and 2 of the hunters had a friendly rivalry going. One was from UT and the other from A&M so you can guess how it was going. One weekend in the rut the A&M hunter could not get to the lease till after dark and had not been in 2 weeks. He was exicited to hear that the rut was going and the bucks were moving really well. He got to his blind the next morning in the pitch black corned the roads and was waiting on daylight watching his feeder pen hidden back in the brush off of the roads. As it started to get a light, he noticed something was not right. After daylight he was PO'd to find that his UT buddy had place orange and white survey tape on every post, every bush, every tree and on his feeder along with a large orange and white bullseye with a large orange and white arrow pointed at it saying "Shoot Here" along with the score from that years game. He was not very happy that morning and spent all morning cleaning it up.

One night the Jack Daniels was flowly freely. One buddy finally went to bed around 1am. We set his alarm, watch, and phone 4 hours ahead. The rest of us got dressed in our hunting clothes and waited until his alarm went off at what he thought was 6am. He got up, got dressed, drank a cup of coffee and went to his blind. The rest of us went back to bed and got 4 hours of sleep.

Man, That's harsh lol. He must not be too bright to have not noticed the time on a different clock.

That's funny. I will have to try this one.

Sadly, I've been the victim of this. I figured it out when I was about 15-20 minutes from the house and noticed the clock in the car.

I collected all my spent shell casings from sighting my rifle in one year and the first weekend my buddy did not show up to hunt I put all the spent casings in his box stand. He was not too happy when he showed up the next weekend.

I had a friend put a fake band on a dove and toss it in my buddy's pile. I was done with my birds quick and decided to help him and pick up the bird and walked back over toward my beer. Made sure to say, what's this crap on his leg, as I pulled it off and chunked it in the fire. Thought there was going to be a killing.

this one is only hunting related because it happened while on a hunting trip. I had a guy who had been talking some cash smack to me on a dove hunt and he knew I wouldn't mouth at him with my FIL around. So while we are in the store buying some cooking supplies I go back to automotive and pick up some zipties. Well a cold front was blowing in and we were supposed to be getting bad weather and storms around the time we left to go hunting the next morning. Well the guy talking smack wasn't going hunting with us the next morning and was going to hit the road to head back home. I stayed up about 2 hours after the guy's lights went out and went outside and grabbed some 3/4" plastic banding material I had seen hanging out of the dumpster my truck was park next to, cut off about a 2' long section, tied a cpl knots in it and ziptied that sucker to his drive shaft. He still doesn't know which one of us did it, but he was blowing ppl's phones up the next morning while we were out hunting saying how low it was to make someone get out of their truck in that downpour.

did this last year had a buddy that would always drop a duce in the morning before we went out and would ruin the cabin so i decided to tape those poppers that u throw on the ground on the bottom of the toilet seat, he screamed like a girl it was great, dont do it to your wife not as funny!!

A guy on our South Texas lease shot a dink deer by mistake. We all took a photo of him and his trophy. Little did he know but one of us sent the picture in to Texas Trophy Hunters Magazine. He was irrate when he recieved his magazine in the mail and saw his picture. He even called his lawyer and threatened to sue the publisher for using his picture without permission. To this day he still doesn't know for sure who sent the picture in.

Ttt

Not hunting related but very funny anyways.

My boss came in one day in a very bad mood and no one had any idea why... After awhile his phone rings and he answers. All I hear him say is, " NO, I DO NOT HAVE A MONKEY FOR SALE! " Turns out someone had taken an ad out in the paper advertising some sort of monkey for sale and attached his phone number to the ad. He got at the very least 30 phone calls that day and a few the next day with people inquiring about the monkey for sale. To this day, none of my co-workers have owned up to that prank after seeing how mad he got about it. It was a harmless prank that still makes me laugh!

Years ago I hunted on a lease with an "older crowd". My buddy and I were in our twenties while everyone elso on the lease were in their mid to late 50's...probably the best times of my deer hunting life. One man was just the biggest man I'd ever seen. He was 6'5" or so and about 325lbs....an old oil field worker....weathered face, hands like iron....just a mountain of a man. ALWAYS wore overalls with one of the straps hanging loose... He was the camp cook and loved 3 things in life...His family....deer hunting...and Miller Lite. The man could tell stories like nobodies business. As young pups, we just looked up to him because of his life adventures. He was tough as nails and was afraid of NOTHING...... except snakes!

On a work weekend, we killed a couple of small rattlers. We brought em back to the camp and all of us got this great idea to put em in "Cookies" Miller Lite cooler. We laid em in there but it just didn't have the effect we wanted. So we then took some eye hooks and some fishin line off one of the rod n reels in the cabin. We laid the snakes in a coil on the ice and tied the fishing line to the eye hook attached to the bottom of the cooler lid... Then we tied the other end of the fishing line around the snakes neck...so when the cooler lid was opened, the snakes head would raise with the cooler. At this point we think it pretty funny.

Sure enough Cookie comes in from working his stand. We are in the cabin sitting at the table....waiting. IT WAS TIME...he needed a beer...he walks over to his cooler and opens the lid....the man threw his hands up and back behind his shoulders and took off running kind of sideways....he hit the screen door and door frame with his full body...sounded like a huge tree breaking in two... and it never slowed him down....both screen and half of the door jam went flying and he was STILL running....he kept on running down the road (which was on top of a hill)until he disappeared. Now 5 or 6 of us are laughing so hard we can hardly breathe...then one of the cooler heads of the group said..."you know he's gonna come back...." THATS when we left for a while....

He didn't say much to us that night but gave us the stink eye all night long....needless to say we didn't sleep real good that night fearing a payback...

a buddy of mine headed to the lease a before i did but i wasnt far behind him, i stopped to fill up and when i opened my gad filler door i noticed a key hole on my filler cap. i turned the cap about 3 times then the cussing commenced. he had to drive 10 miles back to give me the key. i still havnt gotten him back, but i have something in mind.

i have a friend who drives a 4 door f350 and he always keeps his windows down, so one night i found as many old newspapers as i could and crumpled up every page into a ball. after i had 5 trashbags full of paper balls i headed to his house with a very mean plan. i filled the trucks cab with those paper balls untill it was overflowing. i got the phonecall the next day telling me i needed to come clean up the mess. i still claim i didnt do it.

BobbyG, thats hilarious!!

BobbyG... that's a classic.

My cousin and I started night hunting pigs about 10 years ago. We basically just walk around in the pitch dark with a cordless spotlight and listen for the pigs. At the time I was about 16 and he was 20 or so. We had gone a few times and always gotten a pig or 2. We have a younger cousin who was maybe 9 or 10 at the time who was dying to go with us.
One night we had another guy down there and we had planned on going hunting one night. My little cousin was bugging us to go so my older cuz and I decided we'd mess with him good.
We set it up to where we would head out in two separate pairs in opposite directions.( at least that's what my little cousin thought). We would be communicating with walkie talkies. Well me and the other guy circled around and set up in a spot we had planned out with older cuz. We waited there with a buck grunt and a coyote call.
Well my older cuz led lil cuz right to is and when he radioed us asking where what we'd seen and where we were( we lied) we new they were getting close. Of course lil cuz heard us say where we were ( well over a mile away from where they were).
At this point I start blowing those calls as loud as I could while my buddy starts smacking the biggest log he could swing against a tree.
Of course my lil cuz starts freaking out at this point. My older cuz hands him the spot light and tells him to turn it on so he can shoot what ever is making all the noise. What lil cuz didn't know is the battery was dead in the q-beam. Right about then I start running at them making all sorts of noise with those calls and my older cuz runs off leaving lil cuz and his busted light to fend for himself! Of course he starts screamin at the top of his lungs and takes off as well.... Too late. I was right up on him when he trips and falls and I fall on him.
What I hadn't thought of is how heavy and hard a 2 million candle power q-beam with a big ole dead battery in it is. My lil cuz starts beating me sinceless with the light. I was laughing so hard I couldn't defend my self! Luckily the other guy and my cuz came running up and stopped him before he killed me with that light.
We didn't stop laughing for an hour.....and lil cuz didn't ask to go hunting for a good while after that....

to good to be on the bottom!

I used to hunt with some guys that I had known for many years. I worked a lot of hours and was never able to get to the lease on opening weekend until really late on Friday night. The guys knew that I was always at my stand at least 1 hour before daylight. Little did I know that they put a flashing light on the top of my stand that was on a timer that activated it about 15 minutes before safe light to shoot. No matter how much I pay them back, they will never be paid back enough for that stunt.