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The Shame Thread

I bet shipping from PA to AL for that is probably worth more than my whole boat/motor/trailer

if You can convince some other PA guys I’d take a weekend road trip for a mini meetup. I’ve done the drive from fort Benning to central Jersey jn 17 hours
 
Made a hour and a half drive to Eufaula Al one morning years ago to hunt with a couple of buddies Put on my gear to go to the tree and as i was opening my bow case i remembered with a lot of cussing that i left my quiver on my bow bench where i changed out a couple of dull broadheads the night before Still hurts my pride Big Dummy
 
First time I shot my compound bow was at a doe feeding 12 yards away. The arrow whizzed by her head. She looked up and kept feeding. Second arrow fell to the ground because I didn't nock it right. Third arrow flat missed cause by this time I was shaking so bad. Ended up with no arrows and the doe walking away. What a shame.
 
First time I shot my compound bow was at a doe feeding 12 yards away. The arrow whizzed by her head. She looked up and kept feeding. Second arrow fell to the ground because I didn't nock it right. Third arrow flat missed cause by this time I was shaking so bad. Ended up with no arrows and the doe walking away. What a shame.

So you nicknamed her Lucky, and she nicknamed you Habanero...

...You would have shot a fourth time, but you didn't "Habanero". :tongueout::tearsofjoy:
 
Is this thread the antithesis of the no shame thread or like the antithesis of the no shame thread?


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Like the antithesis. It’s similar but not an exact opposite.
 
I've been ticketed for baiting dove, hen wood duck during teal season. (Not on purpose but still)


The worst shame for me, I stalked a bedded doe group during our holiday antleress gun season bout 8 years ago. Made the shot @ 75ish yards, in the clamor of the other 20 does in the group running and me racking the bolt, a yearling had stopped in the same position as the doe I just shot. My first thought was,"crap I missed, shoot it again." Bam deer goes down. Walking up to the yearling I just killed thinking it was the doe, I look over to see the actual doe I had perfectly hit on the first shot dead 30 yards from (most likely) her now dead fawn. Felt absolutely terrible about that one. Perfectly legal (well, I didn't have orange on) but good god, put yourself together man.
I had something similar on the first year i was doing our urban hunt. It was 2/3rds of the way into the season and I hadn't seen anything! I had just got out of the truck at a new property who let me park and hunt there.
I'm not sure if it was legal light but the sky was lightning up a bit and as soon as I got my bow out I saw 3 deer coming out onto the guys back lawn to feed. Without thinking I shot at the closest one and saw it run off with the arrow in its side.....(light arrow 100 grain BH... shame I know!)
The landowner came out and said "well at least you got one" and invited me inside to wait a bit for better light before tracking it down. After 2 hrs we went looking and had a great blood trail until I found the back half of the arrow broken off. Then blood was scarce but still trackable. After 200 yards we heard a deer blowing at us 50 yards away and not running away so we thought, 'oh we need to give it more time. 5 hrs later we went to the spot where the deer was blowing and no deer....blood trail had slowly disappeared!
Then as we were rustling around looking for a blood trail (the other guy was wearing stinky clothes and smoking) a button buck comes running up to us abt 10 yards.... again without thinking I assumed it was my wounded deer and shot at it again but missed terribly. The deer just walked closer to me as I reloaded my last arrow. After I finally got a perfect heart shot at 7 yards I was utterly shocked that I had hit it in the same spot as the first shot!!!!! I was convinced of this up until I butchered it....
Except I didn't hit the same hole lol..... The landowner was real cool abt it all and just said 'thats why you carry 5 arrows'!
I much later(next season actually)found a coyote eaten skeleton with my first arrow tip....
 
Many, many years ago when I was a turkey hunting novice I was planning on having a buddy call for me so I bought a tag in his local area about an hour and half south of me. Well, before season arrived he took a job out of state and left me high and dry and stuck with a permit for a downstate area. Well, come opening day I load up all my gear and head out at 3:00 am to get down there before light so I can make the best of it. I get down there in plenty of time and take a short nap in the truck. As the sky starts to lighten I get dressed in my camo, put on my vest and dig out a few turkey loads. Then I go to grab the shotgun . . . wait . . . its not here. Crap, I drove an hour and a half to turkey hunt and don't have my shotgun! :mad: Where's the last place I had it? Last place I can remember for sure it was leaning against the front door frame at home. I must have forgotten to put it in the truck. Plenty PO'd at myself there's nothing I can do but pack up and head back.

An hour and half of completely foul mood driving later I finally arrive home. I unload my stuff and walk in the house. I turn to the door frame to collect the shotgun and . . . . crap . . . its not there either. Wait I know I had it in my hands this morning . . .how far can it be? A search of the house, no shotgun. Another search of the truck, no shotgun. Now I'm really confused. In my early morning stupor I can't remember what I did with the gun . . . . it has to be here somewhere doesn't it? I sit down and think.

Suddenly it occurs to me in a serious "OH CRAP" moment, I carried it out set it on the truck bed tonneau cover while I was loading my vest and camo in the back seat. In the dark I didn't notice it laying there before I headed out. I hop in the truck and start retracing my path south again scanning along the roadsides as I drive. About 10 miles down the highway there's a familiar shape half in the ditch, half on the shoulder. I stop and sure enough there sits my cased shotgun, unbelievably undamaged.

I still to this day can't believe my luck that a cased weapon went unnoticed sitting there alongside a busy highway for better than 4 hours.


I do most of my fishing out of a 12' solo canoe. I added an accessory thwart behind my seat with rod holders. Hauled out in the dark and was loading on my truck, and another fisherman and I started jawjacking while I loaded my canoe and gear. Headed home, handed my bride-to-be (didn't know it at the time) the fish, went back to grab something out of the truck before I started cleaning fish, and something looked funny... odd, I could have sworn I had a canoe earlier...

I had forgotten to strap it down! Went back and it was sitting in the middle of the road, thankfully not flattened or stolen. Thankfully I bought a cheapo Royalex boat that can take some abuse. Still fishing with it a decade and a half later.
 
I dry fired my brand new Matthews V3X last weekend at a 3D shoot after forgetting to nock an arrow after ranging, glassing the target and adjusting yardage on my sight. Shameful! Luckily I dodged a bullet and it wasn’t damaged. Lesson learned is to always nock an arrow first.
 
My first season of hunting I had a buck (4 point nothing special) walk in 15 yards, got too excited drew back into the tree and spooked him, no more deer that year.

Last year I clipped my release on backwards and didn't realize until I drew back and watched that buck spook off as well.
 
Do you have a source for this?
Sure....his name's Brad and he owns B and S automotive in goodletsville tn. 4 bay garage, 2 gas pumps, and a wrecker....

I worked there when the ethanol stuff all started happening.....he explained that all the fuel has ethanol but as long as it's below a certain percentage it can be sold as "ethanol free"....if u really want no ethanol u need to add the gas treatment/additive
 
The first year after we moved into our house in Kentucky, it was my hope to try to put down something on our 25 acres. I scouted out the property and found a nice hot line of rubs going from a lower bench to the ridge top. I hung a camera, and then picked out a good tree to hunt from.

When it was time to come down for the night, I decided I would just leave everything in the tree and come back and hunt the next morning. Left my steps on the tree, left my tether up in the tree, as well as my platform.

The next morning, I did not feel like hunting. Lazy, only reason. Decided I would go out for an evening hunt at that same set. Decided to pull my camera card to see if anything had come through.. wished I hadn't.
That morning's 9 am visitor, passing 15 yards from my set...



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The first year after we moved into our house in Kentucky, it was my hope to try to put down something on our 25 acres. I scouted out the property and found a nice hot line of rubs going from a lower bench to the ridge top. I hung a camera, and then picked out a good tree to hunt from.

When it was time to come down for the night, I decided I would just leave everything in the tree and come back and hunt the next morning. Left my steps on the tree, left my tether up in the tree, as well as my platform.

The next morning, I did not feel like hunting. Lazy, only reason. Decided I would go out for an evening hunt at that same set. Decided to pull my camera card to see if anything had come through.. wished I hadn't.
That morning's 9 am visitor, passing 15 yards from my set...



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That happens to me every day I don’t hunt…. I just don’t have a camera set up to prove it.
 
That happens to me every day I don’t hunt…. I just don’t have a camera set up to prove it.
I had a farm I hunted in Michigan years ago, it's where I killed my only deer to date, anyway it was getting late in November and all sign had died up. I decided to skip hunting one Saturday to watch the Michigan/OSU game instead. Got a call from the farmer late in the 3rd quarter...
"Where are you? I'm watching the biggest buck I've ever seen chasing another deer all over the field."
:(

He described the antlers as the size that would require smaller, lesser deer, to hold up so the bigger deer could maneuver his way around the woods:laughing:
 
Swung for the fences in Louisiana one year and hiked almost 3 miles into an area. Took 2 hours to get where I was going. Had to bust some brush to get through some really thick stuff midway through the hike. Climbed the tree with my climber, got all setup, and went to pull up my bow only to realize all my arrows had come out of my quiver on the way in. Only found one on the hike back out.
 
Unfortunately after almost 5 decades of deer hunting I have more shame stories than I care to admit. Here's another:

About ten years ago on the final Sunday of rifle season I trekked out about a mile for one final sit with the rifle in an area I frequently camp and hunt remote from home. The forecast was for rain but it held off and I managed to get a full evening's hunt in even if it wasn't successful. It started sprinkling as I climbed down (still using my climber then) and by the time I was packed up and headed out it was raining pretty steadily. By the time I got back to the truck I was soaked and not entirely happy. I started shedding my hunting clothes and boots and put on a pair of shoes for the hour and a half drive home. I threw all the wet stuff into the bed of the truck under the bed cover, "I'll dry it out when I get home." Once home I pulled everything out of the truck and hung it up in the basement to dry. Later that week we get a bonafide winter storm that dropped a couple of feet of snow over the course of the next few days.

The following weekend I'm pulling stuff together to do a late season bow hunt and try as I might I can't find my "new that season" scentlok camo bibs. They're not in the basement, they're not in the truck . . .the wife claims she hasn't done anything with them despite my repeated insinuations otherwise (like she's gonna touch my hunting gear!) :tearsofjoy: Suddenly the light bulb goes off . . ."Crap, the last time I had them I was shucking them off in the rain standing behind the truck after that last rifle hunt. I bet I didn't notice them in the dark left them laying there in my hurry to get in somewhere dry." It has been snowing almost steadily since then and season was all but over. Could they still be laying there? I hop in the truck and drive the hour and half hoping to find them. I barely make in back in to where I had parked through the now 2' deep snow and spend 45 minutes frantically digging around in the area where I thought they might be. No luck. I gifted some lucky dude an almost brand new pair of $180 bibs! :mad: The story could end there but, unfortunately it doesn't.

Next April, turkey season rolls around. I'm getting my things together for the next morning opener. I can't find my new camo walking boots I bought last spring. I always leave them in the garage just around the corner from the back door. They're not there. I look in the basement, again no luck. Again I ask the wife where she moved my boots to, multiple times . . . "You know, those camo boots I keep right outside the door." To say she's less than appreciative of my questioning/accusations of her involvement is a rather large understatement . . . I can't type her last response to me here:tearsofjoy: (you're welcome @redsquirrel). After better than an hour of searching I still have no boots to show for it and I can't imagine where I put them. Again, I try to remember absolutely the last place I had them . . . yep, you've guessed it by now. I normally only wear rubber boots deer hunting but since it was my last sit in the area for the year and I was walking so far in I put on my walking boots that last day of rifle season. I left them buried in the bibs where I stepped out of them to change into shoes. I not only gifted someone a set of bibs, I threw in an almost brand new set of boots to match. o_O
 
Unfortunately after almost 5 decades of deer hunting I have more shame stories than I care to admit. Here's another:

About ten years ago on the final Sunday of rifle season I trekked out about a mile for one final sit with the rifle in an area I frequently camp and hunt remote from home. The forecast was for rain but it held off and I managed to get a full evening's hunt in even if it wasn't successful. It started sprinkling as I climbed down (still using my climber then) and by the time I was packed up and headed out it was raining pretty steadily. By the time I got back to the truck I was soaked and not entirely happy. I started shedding my hunting clothes and boots and put on a pair of shoes for the hour and a half drive home. I threw all the wet stuff into the bed of the truck under the bed cover, "I'll dry it out when I get home." Once home I pulled everything out of the truck and hung it up in the basement to dry. Later that week we get a bonafide winter storm that dropped a couple of feet of snow over the course of the next few days.

The following weekend I'm pulling stuff together to do a late season bow hunt and try as I might I can't find my "new that season" scentlok camo bibs. They're not in the basement, they're not in the truck . . .the wife claims she hasn't done anything with them despite my repeated insinuations otherwise (like she's gonna touch my hunting gear!) :tearsofjoy: Suddenly the light bulb goes off . . ."Crap, the last time I had them I was shucking them off in the rain standing behind the truck after that last rifle hunt. I bet I didn't notice them in the dark left them laying there in my hurry to get in somewhere dry." It has been snowing almost steadily since then and season was all but over. Could they still be laying there? I hop in the truck and drive the hour and half hoping to find them. I barely make in back in to where I had parked through the now 2' deep snow and spend 45 minutes frantically digging around in the area where I thought they might be. No luck. I gifted some lucky dude an almost brand new pair of $180 bibs! :mad: The story could end there but, unfortunately it doesn't.

Next April, turkey season rolls around. I'm getting my things together for the next morning opener. I can't find my new camo walking boots I bought last spring. I always leave them in the garage just around the corner from the back door. They're not there. I look in the basement, again no luck. Again I ask the wife where she moved my boots to, multiple times . . . "You know, those camo boots I keep right outside the door." To say she's less than appreciative of my questioning/accusations of her involvement is a rather large understatement . . . I can't type her last response to me here:tearsofjoy: (you're welcome @redsquirrel). After better than an hour of searching I still have no boots to show for it and I can't imagine where I put them. Again, I try to remember absolutely the last place I had them . . . yep, you've guessed it by now. I normally only wear rubber boots deer hunting but since it was my last sit in the area for the year and I was walking so far in I put on my walking boots that last day of rifle season. I left them buried in the bibs where I stepped out of them to change into shoes. I not only gifted someone a set of bibs, I threw in an almost brand new set of boots to match. o_O

I know this is the shame thread and we’re supposed to give you a hard time but, I’m starting to just feel sorry for you @boyne bowhunter.:tearsofjoy:
 
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