Let's hear some stories of that guy you only brought once!
My buddies dad had us in tears a while back telling a story about field hunting mallards late season. A real dream hunt timed right year after year. Just two guys that are childhood friends doing the same trip for years.
They decide to bring a friend along who's been bugging them for a couple of years. He has top of the line equipment, expensive well trained dog. The guy seems really legit and into it.
The guy's wife sends all kinds of homemade food, and treats, he seems way cool on the 8 hour ride out, even brings good booze and lots of beer. The next day he is super slow getting out of bed and the guys are in the truck waiting and waiting. He goes on to spend close to an hour showering, getting ready with the final straw being him blow drying his hair and putting on cologne for 15 minutes while the guys are in the truck waiting to go set out decoys before daylight. Last time....

Have a friend that was like that...had to shave and splash cologne prior to the hunt! Sheesh! At least he brought liquor and beer and made great sandwiches. Was a bit slow but when he did get the shotgun up he could knock them down. The worst are the Freddie freeloader types who don't bring a thing and can't manage to pickup a decoy or dead duck. They don't get the invite again. Hell, my wife has been more gung-ho than most and never complained about the skeeters or the weather and the one day it was damn cold had mercifully spiked the hot tea with aqua vitae! Now that is love!

I made the decision a few years ago that I wasn't going to take anyone duck hunting with me who wasn't a duck hunter.


It wasn't a one time was enough lesson unfortunately.... It took years to figure it out. My hunts are surprisingly more fun now.

I hunted with my buddy's cousin for an entire season one year and I wa the first time I had hinted with the guy and we had a good season together.
Opening morning of the next year he was nowhere to be found at 2 am when we got to the ramp to secure the spot. Dude calls us from the boat ramp 10 mins from shooting light after we had been out there all night setting decoys and brushing in the boat blind. Lucky for him we had two boats. So my buddy goes and gets his cousin from the dock. We were hidden real good and had birds working us and knocked a few down quick. That's when he decides to strap his fucking GoPro on top of his head in the shiny water proof case with a red blinking light. Between that and him wanting to stand up and pee and go retrieve birds in the kayak (dog had emergency hernia surgery that year) we Didn't have another group work us all morning. All my work and scouting was down the drain I was fucking livid and I haven't even talked to the guy in two seasons since then.


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I hunt by myself 90% of the time now but used to take people with me all the time back when I was younger. I had a buddy that I used to take and after a few trips, he quit getting an invite. He would wear a regular camo hat with face and ears shining for the world to see and would always want to wrap it up around 7:30. After a few trips, and bad hunts he quit getting invites.
One of my other buddies had a friend who had been begging him to go so one evening we decided to take him. We pulled the boat up on a fork of a little Creek channel and I left them in the boat to go post up on a little pothole 100yds away. I let my friends buddy borrow an older stronger o/u I had because he didn't have a shotgun. Well as I'm walking through a slough in the timber to get to the pothole I hear a loud gunshot in my direction about 50yds behind me. Scared the shit out of me because it was in my direction. About 5 seconds later I hear "oh shit, NICK". Then I hear "I think we need to go to the hospital". I yell to let them know where I'm at and ask if everything's alright. My buddy responds "somethings wrong with nick". I hustle back immediately thinking someone has been shot, my mind starts racing preparing for the worst. When I get up to the boat I see my buddies friend nick leaned over the boat and blood pouring out of his mouth. I ask what the f**k happend. My buddy responds hell if I know, he shot and his face started bleeding. Come to find out nick "saw" a wood duck walking on land towards the boat and he held the gun up without shouldering it and shot at it. Well when he did this, the gun kicked back and the lever on top of the o/u that breaks the barrel came up and split his top lip in half. After hearing the whole story I couldn't stop laughing. The wood duck he "saw" walking to the boatand "shot" at was non existent. No feathers or nothing and it was "supposively" about 10yds from the boat. Needless to say nick never went duck hunting again and we got a good story out of it.

My older sister had been wanting to go duck hunting after seeing all her friends go. Well my sister has been around guns all her life, and my dad used to carry her dove hunting when she was younger so she knows how to respect a gun. One morning me and my buddy take her. We get set up in our boat blind and she sits between us. Loads her shotgun and props it up against the blind. It's still about 30mins before shooting time and dark out. We are just sitting there shooting the shit and I hear a boom and see a flame to my left. She had taken the safety off and had her finger on the trigger. I grabbed the gun and told her she wasn't shooting at shit today. Unloaded it and put it in the case. It scared the shit out of me and my buddy because it was about 5ft from us. That was the last time she went duck hunting.