Descibe the worst hunting or fishing trip you ever went on.

[LostLure]

I might have to change my name to from lostlure to "MissingReel"

[LostLure]

I drove 1 1/2 hours to a very nice river in colorado. I started to rig my fly rod and I realized I had forgot my reel. I drove all the way home to get it and then back out to the river. Once one the water I caught a fish on the very first cast and then not even a bite the rest of the 4 or so hours I was on the river. Needless to say, I was not very happy with the way the day turned out.

[Happy Myles]

There was a legendary female mule skinner In early days Montana. Rumor had it when she was in training at a local bar she could whip any two loggers or wild bull riders in the establishment . One time we were adjusting pack saddles on top of Sheep Creek Pass for the journey down into Hells Roaring Creek, when out of the snow and fog came Big Mary with a string of mules heading the other way. I shouted at her, "the weather to bad for you?" No, she replied, "I ran out toilet paper and whiskey, I can do without the toilet paper", then she disappeared down the trail into the s ow storm.

[99explorer]

Happy and WAM - Discretion is the better part of valor.

[WA Mtnhunter]

Happy,

I hear you! From what you describe, he was just about ripe whoopin' size! LOL Not that I advocate violence or anything like that. ;0)

[Edward J. Palumbo]

Picture a persistent monsoon rain, a hunter soaked to the skin in Oregon's Tillamook National Forest, and temperatures just above freezing. I am convinced that a corner of Hades is cold and wet.

[Happy Myles]

WAM,
He was six feet two, weighed about two twenty and was an ex professional wrestler. I left him to his fighting skills , and took my five eight one hundred thirty pounds , good looks and elk hunting talents someplace where they were appreciated.. Kindest Regards

[1ojolsen]

Right now with no hunting and only a bit of ice fishing going on, not even the worst hunting or fishing stories seem too bad.

[FirstBubba]

The game left because we got two feet of snow opening day!

Lesson learned?
Don't be the only dot in the crowd with a family affair!

[FirstBubba]

Had a buddy talk me into a pack in elk hunt in the Weminuche WA north of Vallecito Reservoir. The remainder of the foursome was his dad and brother.
Pop had already been up for a week on a mulie hunt. The packer comes by and offers a pack string to get us out because the game had headed "SOUTH"!
Between Bayfield and Chimney Rock, we saw bulls and cows galore. We stopped in Pagosa Spgs for a bite and rest before heading home. I talked to a guy I knew there and he tells me Fosset Gulch is "loaded" with elk. He even offered to let us camp by his business.
The boys were ready, but pop was tired and was headed home with or without us. The boys?
"We're gonna do whut daddy does."
The "only" bright spot? My pregnant wife delivered two days after I got back!
Lesson learned?

[Gary Devine]

I was following tracks of a big buck in five inches of snow. I went into a ticket and a branch slammed back into my eye. The pain was horrible, and my eye wouldn’t stop watering. Two hunting friend took me to a hospital in New Brunswick, Canada. The Doctor said I scratched my retina. I wore a black eye patch, and took pain killers. The Doctor said my hunt was over because wearing the patch in the woods would be dangerous. Plus my equal liberum would have been off.

[WA Mtnhunter]

Happy,

My ending to your story was that I took both saddle horses and left him hog-tied to the meat pole.

[Pmacc60]

Dakota Man its true you can't pick your family damn!

[99explorer]

I once got lost in the Adirondack Mountains in New York State while deer hunting, and I had to spend the night in the woods at 5 degrees above zero and a foot of snow on the ground.
I kept a fire going all night with deadwood and pine boughs hacked off live trees with my little Case hunting knife. A Bowie knife would have been most welcome.

[DakotaMan]

Nice story Happy!

Worst hunting trip for me... a two-way tie:
a) my brother shot me in the chest from about 20 yards with a 12 gauge #4 magnum while we were pheasant hunting. Collapsed both my lungs and punctured my jugular. Ouch! And a little scary for a while until the lungs re-inflated!
b) my brother-in-law popped off both barrels of a 12 gauge right above my left ear from 2 feet away. Cut the hair right down to my scalp and knocked me cold. I was actually quite angry on that one but it wasn't as scarey because I was knocked quite senseless for some time. By the time I regained my vision and could once again stand up, I had calmed down considerably.

Worst fishing trip: Colorado Rockies fishing an ice cold trout stream. I kept slipping on the snotty stream bed, got soaked, nearly froze to death and never caught a fish. After a lengthy treck back to the car, I discovered someone had bashed in a window on my Jeep and stolen my wallet. I only had a hundred bucks or so in it. I guess misery loves company though because I finally feel a lot better about it after hearing Happy's story!