Haven't done many pranks at work but have in the field....

A deer hoof, many scrapes and rubs go a long under a guy's deerstand after sitting for a week and seeing nothing. There's a sense of re-energized motivation to hunt in all kinds of rain _and_ wearing cotton during muzzleloader season with a wet gun. The look on his face after we let it go several days was dis-belief.

His took the joke well and that was after he got me with shooting and getting on the radios saying he got the bruiser we'd all been hunting. I immediately got out of my stand to go help him load it up during prime hunting time only to find out he was kidding.

Could almost write a book on practical jokes on co workers.

One particular victim was a miserable old cunt named Bill who owned a concrete pump. One of our guys nicknamed Seahorse was assigned to help on the pump, these two guys grew to fuckin' hate each other, old Bill would rag seahorse's azz all day every day. To say SH had a boner for the old cunt was an under statement.

Sooo i just mighta suggested to seahorse that someone should take a shit in old bills lunchbox. Knowin' full well that SH be one sick puppy.

Anyways coupla days later and a few hours before our lunch break, seahorse comes and tells me the old cunts gonna get a nasty suprise when he digs out his sammiches.SH tells me he'd been brewin' up for near two days before he unleashed hell in a lunchox.

I made sure i informed all our crew on the sly so they were in on it. At the onsite mess hall you coulda heared a pin drop as Bill opened his lunch box. Then when the old cunt discoverad his shitwiches the whole place fuckin exploded. The Poor old miserable cunt was never the same after that......

I could write 10 fucking books on it and still wouldn't be outta first gear...............

That IS raw. Every gang I have ever been on is kosher with fuckin' with guys......opening another hands lunchbox is promised to get you fighin',fired or both. Some things need to stay sacred.

A couple of weeks ago, (in Iraq), we rigged a fake bomb to one of our HQ guy's NTV(Non-Tactical Vehicle), and made sure he found it. A little cruel, but funny as shit.

Hahahahaha, that is fucking harsh!

Last winter my hunting pard was the first to tip over a lynx....And for those of you that haven't seen a skinned lynx leg, they look kind of like a little arm, complete with fingers.

So he feels the need to duct tape a pair of 'em under my desk, so that when I sat down the fingers would slide up my leg.

I didn't say a word about it for weeks, until one sunday night before we were having the board of directors and VP of Op's in the office at 8am the next day.

Just sent him an email at home on the sunday evening, at about 9pm... congratulating him on his practical joke, but to bear in mind that some guys will take it a step farther. And that he should remember that everyone one in the office was aware that he was the only guy to kill a lynx so far. And that there would be some guys with NO sense of humour in the office in the morning.

And that maybe, just maybe, he should wonder in who's office those little skinned baby arms might show up in, during an office visit by the VP's of a multinational corporation.......

He thought about it for a bit....And when he still couldn't sleep at 1am, he finally came in to work to look for them. And found exactly ONE of them.......

One of the favorites on the ranch has always been grease or never seize on pick up door handles, or in the days when cell phones were still "car phones", a nice dab of grease in the ear piece and a phone call to same was always good for a laugh.

When I worked @the gunshop we had 1 manager wh couldn't resist picking up any and every set of binocs on the gun bench. Long time employee finally had it. He sight-blacked the eyecups on a set of Swaros. Sure enough, dude comes by, eyefucks the Swaros and heads off on his merry way. Store manager meets him rounding a corner 50' later and about pisses his pants.

A smoke grenade taped to a truck frame with some string tied to the pin and then tied around a drive axle is always good for a laugh.

Propping up a 55 gallon garbage can filled with water against the front door and ringing the doorbell at 3am will do wonders also. Having a split foyer always made that stunt a whole lot more messy also.

Looks like I need to go smoke grenade shopping when somebody gets a new rig......