I got so many it's hard to pick a winner. definately in the top 10 was Jeff. summer 1977 my college dorm room. showing him my used pse compound bow, he's holding it checking it out and I turned my back,not paying attention. he nocks an arrow, pulls back to full draw and I turn around just in time to see him let it fly. it goes thru my window and sticks into the ground app a foot or 2 away from a senior citizen sitting on the lawn with a group of others having a picnic. I had some splainin to do. am not gonna tell of some of the bonehead moves I've done, let's just say I'm on the top ten list too.
The three old guys that we had as members in the little lease in N Fla. They were PIA's from day one. Actually, one of the guys was very nice. He barely hunted, mostly sat at camp and kept the fire going. I think he just joined to stay away from his wife.
First idea they were going to be a problem...opening of archery season. They show up on Friday with rifles.."we don't bow hunt, but we can shoot hogs with our rifles"..
One guy couldn't shoot. We had a 4 buck/2 doe limit that we imposed. He shot and lost at least three deer. We told him it was counting against his season limit. He thought that was ridiculous. Keep in mind, this was only a 400 acre lease.
He was also a drinker. He would not drink during the day. But, when he got thirsty, he would head to camp and mix his white russian. That usually was right in the middle of prime time on the evening hunt he would crank up his ATV and run wide open to camp, and fire up the generator.
Guy 2 was an asshole. No other way to put it. He bent and stretched the rules any way he could. We started noticing things missing around camp. Turns out it was him. They also would stay up there 2-3 weeks at a time. We would come home to work, go back on Friday and they are still there. Every stand had been hunted all week.
Straw that broke camels back. Guy 2 brought his no good 20 year old kid up there. He walked all over the property. Never sat for more than a few minutes and was up walking.
One day at lunch I evesdropped and heard them say they were going to sneak into the adjoining piece(since they had pushed all the deer out of ours all week) that afternoon.
Sure enough, he goes off walking and I followed his boot tracks. Went right into neighbors lease.
About that time, my partner gets a call from them saying one of our members was ove walking on their property.
We told them to pack up and go
Try not to hunt or shoot with aholes, as i dont want to get shot. However if i had one to pick it would be one of my original hunting buddies. I never had a gun pointed at me so much, walking down trails, just swingin loaded firearm around with no care, and no sense of direction whatsoever. Really just removed the situation, and dont hunt with him now.
Back when I was young and just starting out hunting we ran dogs in Ocala and up in North Florida. My step-dad's cousin was a little too eager at times. You'd be set up on a crossing with a buck headed your way and here he'd come flying in with his old truck just in time to turn the deer. There were times he wouldn't answer the radio and would be heading the dogs all by himself when they got out of pocket. Thankfully, he has since changed his ways.
I'm sure there were more, but I'll add them as I think of them.
I don't know if he was the biggest or not, but I had a cousin that was a game hog. Go pheasant hunting with him and he would shoot at every bird and claim he got it, no matter where it was flying and who it was closest to. Had him come up to my deer stand opening day in Pa one time. You can take 1 buck per year there. He told me he got a 7-point but "it took two of them to get it". I asked what he meant by that. He replied that at first light there were 3 bucks standing near his stand, a small 4-point and two small 3-points. He shot the 4-pt and since the two 3's stood there he shot one of the 3's and tried to shoot the other one as it ran away.
I told him I wouldn't of done that and he said "yes you would I know you". I looked him right in the eyes and this is what I told him "I know the feeling of getting a buck on the opening day of season, it's a wonderful feeling. You shooting that second small buck just took that feeling from somebody else. I would of never done that."
He just stood there for a moment then walked away. I don't think I ever hunted much with him after that.
