Most Dangerous Hunt(s)

[HookMeUpII]

I agree. Big cold water waterfowl hunting. And Mountain Goat hunting can be very hazardous. My brother in law drowned while goose hunting.

I am very sorry for your loss. Waterfowl hunting from a boat is risky. My wife said it's the only hobby she still worries about with me.

I've had some really close calls. I got caught one time with a buddy, in my sneakbox, and he in is, when his motor died at the sedge. It was blowing 30-40 kts and was 32-34F. We were in contact with the USCG throughout the ordeal. We were lucky enough that I was able to tow him back. They said they would send a helo if needed but neither of us wanted that.

Another time, new to waterfowl hunting, I got out of the boat to pull it on the bank. I slipped, grabbed onto the side, with my lower half in the water, only to find that it went from 2' deep to 10' deep in a matter of a yard or so. Mind you, it was December, 4am in the morning, and not a soul in sight. I ended up drifting down the creek, holding onto the side of the boat, luckily able to pull myself in.

None of this is helped by the fact that the birds seem to cooperate best when it's damn near blowing a gale, and iced to all hell.

One the topic of ice, a buddy of mine went out only to find he was iced out of the ramp by a couple hundred yards when he returned. Thankfully, a bunch of guys found themselves in the same situation and all helped each other drag their boats over the ice back to the ramp.

 

[PerH]

For me, it would definitely have to be hunting my three man eating Royal Bengal tigers. All game animals (under the wrong set of circumstances) can be potentially dangerous. But those which have specifically learnt to hunt & eat human beings on a regular basis (in a mangrove forest where you can barely see what lies 30 feet away from you)… are a completely different ball game altogether. Those of you who’ve read my autobiography, will know exactly how close the first one came to hunting me.
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Amongst my African hunts, the third & most recent elephant hunt which I went on (in 2006) left me permanently traumatized regarding elephant hunting. The bull had charged. I was armed with a .375 Holland & Holland Magnum pre ‘64 Winchester Model 70 (loaded with 300Gr Prvi Partizan copper jacketed FMJ solids) and unsuccessfully attempted three frontal brain shots. The creature was less than 12 yards away from me, when Devon (my white hunter) stopped the charge by killing the tusker with a frontal brain shot from his .505 Gibbs. 51 years (and counting) of going on African Safaris, and this was the only time in my life when one of my white hunters actually needed to step in so that they could save my life. A postmortem later revealed that two of my frontal brain shots were properly placed in the correct reason. But the bullets had completely broken apart & ruptured their jackets without penetrating some four inches through. I immediately swore off Prvi Partizan FMJ solids after this incident. It’s not a very macho thing to admit to on a social media platform, but the incident left me with a subconscious fear towards elephants. I felt so small & powerless. Even since then… I’ve hunted several more hippopotamuses, Cape buffalos, lions & leopards in Africa (till now). But I’ve deliberately been putting off chances to go on elephant hunts. Someday however, I hope to overcome my fear of elephant hunting and hunt a super tusker in Tanzania. And also a tuskless cow elephant in Zimbabwe.

Another very notable incident amongst my African Safaris took place during the hunt for this hippopotamus bull on land in the sugarcane fields at night (my first hunt of this kind). When he charged, it was like an 18 wheeler truck was inbound towards me. I did stop the charge on my own with a frontal brain shot from a .375 Magnum Holland & Holland magazine rifle (which was built on a Pattern 14 Enfield action). But only after the first three shots (two body shots & one frontal head shot which failed to find the brain) were futile. The shot which stopped the charge, coincidentally happened to be the very last cartridge in my magazine (a Winchester Safari 300Gr Nosler flat nosed monolithic solid factory load). I said this before and I’ll say it again. If you really want your heart racing on an African Safari, hunt a hippopotamus bull on land in the sugarcane fields at night. You’ll know what danger really is. Excitingly terrifying. Or terrifyingly exciting. In a macabre turn of events, this kind of hunting has actually ended up becoming my favorite form of African dangerous game hunting.
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I’ve dealt with a few charging Cape buffalo, three charging leopard (one during follow up on a wounded animal and two which were hunted over hounds) and two charging lion (one of which was a captive bred specimen which is far more likely to stupidly charge the hunter in the open as opposed to a wild specimen which relies far more on ambush tactics). But none of these troubled me too much compared to the incidents listed above.

A lot of good cartridges and bad bullets mixed make different choices afterwards .
But with the different solids now around it’s even better for .375 than in years earlier .

 

[bakerb]

My most dangerous was definitely Russian snow sheep and Botswana elephant and leopard over dogs.

However, probably actually the most dangerous things are hunting out of treestands and duck hunting.

I lost a cousin and his brother in law from a duck hunting accident. Just another routine day on the lake went bad for them

 

[Raven]

I won't be original. Pheasant hunting and shotgun blasts in my direction. It was unforgettable.

That's probably why I practically stopped hunting birds.

 

[Hornedfrogbbq]

1. Accidental discharge by a guy standing behind us when he dropped his gun down and had his finger on the teigger and it went off beween myself and another hunter sitting on the ground. He missed killing one of us by less than a foot.

2. Duck hunting and chased a wounded bird into a flooded field and stepped right off into the main channel in about 12 feet of water. I was able to jam my shotgun in the mud and propel myself back up the muddy channel side enough for a buddy to geab me as my waders filled. If he hadn't been there it would have been a question of if i could have swum out of the waders in time.

3. Lots of idiots on dove and quail hunts not paying attention.

4. Got hypothermia and frost bite on a goose hunt and had two guys grab me and get me into a warm truck before more damage.

None of these was caused by an animal. All dealt with poor decisions or actions by we the hunters.