A couple of years ago I went on a Caribou hunt in Quebec with my friend from TX. He told me before we left that he was taking his Rockie boots. I had an old pair exactly like them that hurt my feet so I packed them for my "joke".
Two days into our cold wet hunt, I awoke at 1:00 a.m. to put some more wood in the stove. I hid his boots behind my gun case and replaced them with my old ones. Making just the right ammount of noise to wake him, he says "what in the F@$K are you doing"? I told him I was freezing and that Bruno (our guide) had not stocked our wood pile. By this time he was fully awake and there was just enough light coming from the open stove to see. I grabbed those old boots and chucked them in the stove. Almost instantly, the room lit up and he realized what I had done. Lets just say he was out of his sleeping bag in record time, and I was laughing so hard I thought I would piss myself. The problem is, I damn near got my a$$ kicked before I could explain!! Still, it was funny as hell!!

BOWHUNR

I had an older friend (dead now) who had had no luck that season in getting a buck.

I shot a nice 8 point one morning, field dressed it, then decided to play a joke on Bill.

I set the deer up as though he was bedded down on the rocky hillside, with his head on a rock partially obscured with brush. You could tell he had a nice rack, but couldn'te see his toungue hanging out.

I went back to camp and told Bill that I'd seen this buck walk onto the hillside and not walk out, so I figured he'd bedded down. Bill was hot to trot so away we went back to the hill.

Bill shot that deer twice, and the buck's head feel off the rock on the second shot.

When we got up to the buck I congratulated Bill on killing the deer with one shot and gutting it cleanly with the next. His sputtering reaction was priceless - bottom line though was he tagged the deer and claimed it - I'd forgotten!

Don

Reed

On my elk trip to WY....Deer season was open as we rode

the horses 12 miles to spike camp.Elk opened the next

day.When we got to camp,one of the guides,Dan,wanted to

go look for mulies.Nobody wanted to go but me.Well we

had a grand ole time.We spoted a small forkie and some

does.We moved over to the next canyon,and there were about

a dozen cow elk in the meadow.We heard a bull elk in the

trees.Dan pulled out an elk call and bugled.Three bulls

came out of the trees and one was a BEAUTIFUL 6x6.As we

watched,I opened the butler creek flip-ups on my scope...

and I wispered,"Thats the biggest mule deer I ever saw".

Dan hollers NO,NO,NO. I just burst out laughing.



On my sheep hunt I just returned from,John Latham the

outfitter is in camp to make sure everything is

running smoothly.He runs a great camp.Anyway,my guide

Loryn,found a 1/2 curl rams head from a wolf kill.He put the

head in his pack and the horns stuck out.Enough to know

it is a ram as well as not anywhere near full curl.Loryn tells me the first day out John like to bust'em ....

well I do too,so.When we walked into camp,I called John out and told him I made a mistake and shot an illegal ram.The look on his face "Priceless."The look on his face when he found out it was a wolf kill,even better.He said "It's too early in the hunt to mess with the outfitter.



When your out with your guide,reach down,grab some elk

droppings smell them and casually say "5x5".



Have a great hunt.Where in WY are you going?