Embarrassing bow opener stories?

[-HIC-]

This weekend, opening morning had my first embarrassing moment. Only sharing cause it is was kind of funny at camp. Last year I was hunting a tripod that was a bit high and platform to small for comfort. All the deer I saw were out of range. This year I bought a popup and brushed it in closer to where the early season deer travel. Opening morning I was covered up in mosquitoes and generally kind of miserable. After several hours of seeing nothing the mosquitoes gave me a break and the deer were everywhere. I evedintly had my stool a bit too close to the window. I was about halfway drawn, kinda leaning back and down goes the rear leg of the stool in the dirt. I could either let the arrow fly as I was falling or just fall. I decided to hang onto my bow and fall like a man. Fell backwards and rolled into the side of the popup. White flags everywhere when I got up. I had taken a spare chair and plywood for the bottom but forgot them on the way out, I learned a few things. The story has stuck and never trust an included popup stool. Frankly, I think falling out of that stool saved my man parts from more torture.

Anything funny that you all care to share? [emoji26]

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[ttechdallas]

It wasn't deer season, but it was the opening day of spring turkey season as well as my first time to hunt turkey. I was bow hunting and it was a surprisingly cool morning, borderline cold when I snuck into my ground blind. The afternoons were warm and my uncle had killed a pretty good size rattle snake about 15 feet of popup the day before. I took a good look around the floor of the tent, then got in and zipped up and as I did, it felt like it was raining. I looked up and the roof of the tent was covered with what looked like hundreds and hundreds of wasps. They were falling all over me, including inside my jacket and I just went nuts trying to get out of there. I was slapping at them while trying to find the zipper on the opening and I fell into the side of the tent which pretty much toppled it while dumping even more wasps on me. Now I'm in panic mode, on the ground with a collapsed tent full of wasps on top of me and I keep digging with my hands trying to get under it to the outside but every time I do, there is just another fold of the tent. I'm trapped under these never ending tent folds so I finally manage to stand up and try to run while shedding that tent. I finally got out but I had to wait until day light to find everything that I had scattered along the way. I probably dragged that popup 20 yards and I wasn't about to open it back up anytime soon so it didn't turn out to be a very good opening morning.

To make this even more embarrassing, I later learned that as cold as it was those wasps, or more likely bees, could barely move at the time and were falling because I was moving the tent, not coming after me. All I had to do was find the zipper, unzip it and step out.

[Bayouboy]

Nothing like climbing into your treestand on opening morning only to realize you left your release at camp.