Strangest, weirdest, coolest thing seen in the woods?


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January 11, 2003, 11:27 AM
The Bigfoot thread got me to thinking...what's the strangest, weirdest,or coolest thing you've seen in the woods? For me, weird was the 4 goat skulls on sticks surrounding some sort of alter...satanists, maybe? Coolest was seeing a hawk take a grouse about 20 feet in front of me. Still waiting to stumble across the lonely former-swimsuit-model-turned-forest ranger in need of assistance;)

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January 11, 2003, 11:59 AM
I once saw a Great Horned Owl catch and eat an adult skunk while I was in a treestand. Not very uncommon I suppose, but being only ten yards away the whole time was pretty neat.

January 11, 2003, 02:50 PM
Most dangerous: walking into someone's illegal marijuana patch in a wilderness area.

Most memorable:

Having a coyote walk close enough to me that I could have swatted him on the nose (I didn't).

Seeing a an owl take a ground squirrel. (Heap BIG owl)

Seeing a golden eagle for the first time.

Walking in cougar tracks for the first time. (have yet to see one.. may have caught a glimpse of one once but never ever got a good look)

Seeing an ermine in his winter whites, he was mad that I made him drop the mouse he had killed.

Momma bear and cub eating rasberries (watched from a distance)

Oh and this Elk (which I did not shoot, but almost pulled the trigger on) if you look closely he's frozen in place in the stream bed, as if in suspended animation. Nothing had preyed on him yet. Pretty amazing.

January 11, 2003, 04:25 PM
:what: neatest : while riding a mountain bike in southeast texas, had a large bobcat run out in frount of me just as i got back to a paved road. he reached the center of the pavement and spun to face me. he crouched down tring to hide from me and using that slow movment that cats are known for looked to each side realizing he had no cover to hide himself there in the middle of the street he begian a reverse stalk, backing away for me towards the opposite side of the street.when his back feet felt the edge of the pavement in one motion he spun around and disappered into the underbrush.

January 11, 2003, 05:51 PM
Aside from the story I posted the other day:

Wearing Treebark Camo while sitting in a tree, no stand, and watching a squirrel above me make his way down the tree and jump on my leg thinking it was the tree. He was more surprised than I.

Sitting in the woods full camo'd and having a Bobcat come up to my feet and stare at me trying to figure out what in the world I was. Then, letting out a scream that would make the hair on Supermans neck stand up.

Same stand the next day seeing two mature bucks come into my area, one from either direction and locking them up in front of me.

Most uneasy feeling: Myself and three buddies searching for one of our hunters after he didn't show up 3 hours after dark and not getting any return fire reports.

Hunt I wish to forget: While turning my Silverado Ext Cab 4X4 around in a pasture, after pulling my friends little Nissan out of a "stuck", I feel it just suddenly sink up to the axles! After getting out, cussing and smoking a cig, noticing the truck catch on fire. With no way to get the truck unstuck or get under the truck to put the fire out, I was afforded the fine luxury of watching it burn to the ground. Yes, pasture grass and a hot converter do not go together! Pssssst, both trucks today are converterless and wear strait duals and stage 2 Flowmasters. Shhhhh

Most memorable: My first time hunting as a youth with my Dad!

Art Eatman
January 11, 2003, 07:23 PM
Weirdest? Sitting in a tree stand and hearing a strange, rasping sort of "rawrr" sound. Spooky! I looked and looked and finally saw a bobcat trying to claw dried-out cactus pads away from a woods-rat's nest. Claw, get stuck, yowl. Claw, get stuck, yowl. (She weighed 18 pounds.)

Funniest? Sneaking up on a buck to about ten feet and hitting him on the rump with a rock. He turned inside out, tried to leave in 5th gear, wide-open throttle and couldn't get traction. My laughter provided further incitement to wall-eyed pandemonium.

Next funniest: "Squeaking" a fox up close enough to where I was sitting so I tapped his nose with my boot toe. Think "bottle brush"!

Funniest hunt-camp prank: A rancher's wet came in and told us of "un vena'o muy grande" (very large buck) caught in a fence. Another guy and I drove out and found a little forkhorn, caught in a coyote snare when he'd tried to crawl under a net fence. We freed him, clove-hitched his feet, and tossed him in the back of the pickup. Drove back to camp; several guys came toward the truck.

"Where's the deer?" "Right here," I said, releasing the little buck and helping him in his jump--toward the guys. First time I ever saw great big deer hunters run away from a forkhorn! :D


January 12, 2003, 01:53 PM
Sitting on the spur of a ridge with a dozen or more deer below me on one side, while just below me on other side two whales cavorted in the shallows. I finally turned my back on the deer and watched the whales till near dark.


Ron L
January 12, 2003, 04:27 PM
Coolest would be one of two different instances.

First would be mountain biking once on the Potto Trail in Pinckney, MI. As I was coming around a curve, I startled a deer that was half-in and half-out of the trail. The darned thing spun and starting running along the trail in front of me like he wanted to race. We boggied like that for almost a half minute until he finally found a break in the trees and dove back into the forest.

Second would be also mountain biking, this time in the Shiawasee National Forest in the UP. I was riding alone and had gotten turned around and it was already late afternoon in the fall and my wife was back at the nice warm hotel waiting for me to get back. I wasn't panicked because I had some gear and I figured if I had to spend the night, so be it, but she would have freaked. I tried backtracking a couple of times but hadn't gone back far enough, but didn't know that yet. I took a break and took a look at the map but found it hard to get my bearings. Just as I was asking one of those "Why me Lord?" questions, there was a break in the clouds and I was able to tell which way was west and then make my way back to the main trail.

January 12, 2003, 08:37 PM
While bowhunting out of a treestand here in PA three years ago, I had a curious black bear climb up in the tree in which I was sitting in. I don't know who had more of a reaction when I got up and yelled.


January 13, 2003, 11:46 AM
It's not that unusual,but I love it everytime a songbird lands on my shoulder.

January 13, 2003, 12:40 PM
Sitting in my cover blind one afternoon and saw a covey of about 20 quail scraping around and strutting proud. Now that is not at all funny or unusual, it gets better. Couple of minutes later I hear a kissing sound behind me. And from the brush behind me out come another 15-20 quail. All the quail in the are now total approx 35. The new comers line up on one side and the original on the other. They all kind of do this wierd line dance thing and one from each side comes out and they spar, then they go back to the line and another two come out. This goes on for a while and I am quite amused by the dancing and the fighting when I realize that I have seen this kind of thing before. The quail were re-inacting "West Side Story". I nearly laughed when I thought of this. I then named one side Tjhe Jets, and the other side the Sharks, and watched them for the next ten minutes before they all lost interest in each other. If I had had a shotgun, I could have goten my bag limit with one shot:p


January 13, 2003, 01:35 PM

January 13, 2003, 02:39 PM
Two memories that come to mind:
Watching a mink chase a rabbit under my treestand. It was like a beagle/rabbit chase, but in slow motion. Over the course of about an hour, the rabbit passed my stand three times, with the mink trailing far behind, but on the exact path the rabbit had passed.

Another cool thing was watching a woodpecker pecking around the top of a tall, dead tree trunk, and chase a flying squirrel out of a hole. They went round and round the trunk, with the woodpecker pecking at the flying squirrel. Finally, the squirrel leaped off the tree, and glided down past me, just a few yards away, and when it was about five feet from the ground, using its tail like a rudder, made a ninety degree turn, and landed on the trunk of another tree about forty yards from where it started.

January 13, 2003, 10:34 PM
Once saw a unicorn picking apples with its horn.
We were in the woods hunting mushrooms at the time. :scrutiny:

January 14, 2003, 12:03 AM
Jogging on the USAF Academy...

A Road Runner that paced behind me for 3 Miles then did the "BEEP BEEP ZOOM!" thing and took off!

Kind of Cool! ;)

Or the Weasel That raided my Backpack and stole my Bait! while I was testing a New VHS Camcorder!

January 14, 2003, 02:36 PM
Sittin on the back porch whittlin. Think it was in july or august, about 3:00 in the afternoon. Hear something funny and look up to see a deer haulin *** across the middle of the backyard, passed within 50 ft of where I was sittin. This was broad daylight an it was runnin to beat hell like somebody had really lit a fire underneath it.
So yeah thats unusual but heres the good part.

The neighbors who had moved in a few years back had a big mean dog and had put of a woven wire fence between the yards. Bein a city slicker trying to convert, he had no clue as to how you build a fence. Used T posts every 16ft or so an woven wire, and really didn't stretch it any. Just tight enough that it didn't droop unless you were leaning on it or something. So it was pretty springy an flexible....

So anyway said deer is runnin like a striped *** ape across my yard, head down stretched out going for all its worth. Runnin so fast in fact that it don't see the fence.
Head first POW, into the fence. Fence stretches about 6-10 ft, and slingshots the deer a good 15 ft backwards, dang near did a back flip!
I was afraid it had broke its neck but it just stood up, shook its head, jumped the fence an commenced running.

January 14, 2003, 02:59 PM
Someone just sent me this strange picture.

I guess the deer was hit by a train.

January 14, 2003, 03:25 PM
That is by far the strangest thing I've ever seen in a corn field!


January 15, 2003, 02:35 AM
Two things:

First, on a fly-in fishing trip in northern Canada, taking a stroll at almost midnight (it was still light) and ending up 10-feet from a seriously big black bear.

Second, fishing trip in northern Minnesota, on the Canadian border, sitting up with a buddy watching an orange light in the sky perform aerial maneuvers that no plane from this planet could duplicate. We saw occasional jets that took four or five minutes to cross the horizon; this baby did it in about two seconds, then did a few 90-degree cross-horizon turns just to make it interesting. Too weird.

Art Eatman
January 15, 2003, 08:16 AM
Aw, Keith, that deer just chose a strange spot for a people-stand.


January 15, 2003, 10:01 AM
Someone just sent me this strange picture. I guess the deer was hit by a train

From the way the animal is laying on the wires, I'd guess that some wise guy took a stuffed dear and staged the photo.

Ol' Badger
January 15, 2003, 07:35 PM
1. There was an worm eruption and a Red Tailed Hawk landed and started to gobble up worms.
2. Observed Cyotes foricating.
3. Red Fox try'n to get to an Duck that was froozen in a pound.
4. Observed a couple haveing sex in a tree stand on a friends farm.
5. Herd of cows watched me climb up a tree stand and they all(300 of'em) came over and looked up at me. One started to pee and the whole herd then fallowed.

January 16, 2003, 11:30 AM
It's not that unusual,but I love it everytime a songbird lands on my shoulder. “...Its the truth, its actual. Ev’rything is satisfactual..."


That was from a Disney movie for you non kid at heart types.

Art Eatman
January 16, 2003, 12:23 PM
Well, zippedee my doodah! What would Uncle Remus say?

"Song Of The South"

:D, Art

January 16, 2003, 12:41 PM

I'd give my eye teeth for a copy of that movie.

January 16, 2003, 12:51 PM
I've lived a sheltered life. The coolest thing I've ever seen in the woods was a medium-sized black bear I came across while mountain biking in the Pisgah National Forest (it was in the middle of the trail, I stopped about 50yds away from it). It was the first time I'd even seen a black bear, in the wild, so far from civilization (saw a lot in the Smokey Mtns National Park). I watched it for a few seconds, turned around, and did a fast walk with my bike to meet up with my buddies before they all came storming into the area. It was gone when we got back to that spot.


January 16, 2003, 03:27 PM
I have no good stories like everyone else but my second night hunting there was this dern weasel that just wouldn't leave me alone.

January 16, 2003, 04:09 PM
Walking point, rested left foot on a log to take a compass reading. Stupid me! Big rattler slithered and decided to slither around my ankle...after an eternity, he finally slithered away...about the time I shot him with a 45 ACP, I heard eveyone behind me exhale.

Canada as teen, we had placed a couple of the canoes inverted on some fallen logs. I had slept under oneof these and upon awakening I 'sensed' something. Perched atop the canoe about 4' away an American Bald Eagle. Magnificent! I still can't believe how big those things are.

Flooded timber, duck hunting around Stuggart AR. We had the rain, and temps dropping all through the night and early am. Shooting time and its snowing , I mean its snowing huge flakes and coming down hard. The Greenheads drop in by the droves. I unload my shotgun , my 2 friends unload thiers, the retriever gives us a funny look. We never fired a shot! We just sat there in awe and watched, took pictures, and a video. I huddled with the dog with an old army blanket shared some chicken broth with him. The most spiritual, quietest, beautiful hunt I've ever been on.

Had to break ice to motor out, drove through 4 + " of snow to get home, but worth it.

Mossy Bloke
January 18, 2003, 04:10 PM
Probably the coolest thing I've ever seen while hunting...

Bowhunting in a swamp, I was sitting in a ladder stand with my bow propped on my knee, nocked arrow about 4 inches from my face, a hummingbird flew right up to my face a tried to suck from the fletchings on my arrow. They were purple and pink. He wasn't 5 inches from my eyeballs. Flew away and then came back to try the fletchings on the arrows in the side mounted quiver. It was incredible.

January 18, 2003, 04:36 PM
We had some really funky weather one fall and the tempature dropped 35 degrees in 15 minutes. News that night said it was the biggest tempature drop in the least amount of time ever recorded in the state.

Went squirrle hunting the next morning bright and early. Walking along a trail I came up on a box turtle. No big deal, as I see them quite a bit. What made this one different was the fact that he was dead. But he didnt look dead. He actually looked like he was froze solid. His legs were extended, his shell was up off of the ground and his head was extended like he was just walking and looking around. He was in perfect form, other than the fac that he was dead. I figured being a cold blooded animal, that maybe he couldnt adjust quick enough to the tempature drop and just froze to death...even though the tempature went from the low 80's to the mid 40's.

January 18, 2003, 06:11 PM
Didn't happen to me.

A teacher in high school told the story. He was sitting in a tree stand all camo-ed up deer hunting. All of a sudden he hears a whoosh and some flapping wings and there is an owl perched on his head. He was wearing a hat, but feared that if he startled the bird it would did its talons into his noggin. So after a few minutes he simply began to lean to one side...slowly. The owl kept scooting its footing at first but eventually flew away without injury.

He said he didn't know what he was going to do if it just kept scooting.

January 18, 2003, 07:47 PM
Stupidest thing:
Was meeting my hunting buddy out at our favorite WMA for some next day turkey hunting. I didnt have the truck so I took the Thunderbird. He has a truck so I wasnt concerned using the T-bird. Besides, the dirt road from the highway to the camp ground is in great shape, that is as long as it didnt rain. Well, I thought that since it rained about 3 days ago I would be alright. I got to the hunting area just before dark and at the pull off from the highway it drops down a bit. There was water built up there but its not usually that deep. I remember this from deer season when we hunted there. SO I figure that I would be ok in the T-bird. Little did I know that there was alot of activity during the wet season between deer hunting and turkey season. So as I proceed cautiously in the T-bird thru the water I feel the vehicle slip and bamn, right down into a rut. Bottomed out and the eng quits. Great, now Im here alone stuck in a damn water hole in the wifes T-bird, water coming in and no one to pull me out. So I climb out the window, onto the roof, slide down the trunk and open it without getting wet. Pull out my hip waders (always a part of hunting gear in the lowlands of South Georgia), slide them on and wade into the water to assess the situation.

Thank God my buddy was already at the campground. I fired off around 3 shots with my 12 guage and he came to see who was shooting after dark. Found me, pulled me out and the rest was history. Funny thing was, bout the same time he came to pull me out a highway patrol noticed me there and asked what the hell happened. His comment, "shoulda went to Winn Dixie and bought a damn turkey instead of going thru all this trouble to hunt for one"

January 18, 2003, 08:14 PM
Funniest thing:

As a kid I remember going duck hunting with my step father and his friend. It was my job to stay in the blind and cook breakfast while they were out setting the decoys. I remember later in the day as they were out retrieving them my step pops reaching out to try to retrieve a decoy and over he went. Water was cold and it was around 15 degrees (Winter in Ohio). Laughed my butt off at him.

Another time, we had just taken three greenhead mallards and step pops just got back from retieving them. Bout 5 minutes later pops friend (Mike) gets up and opens the door of the blind to take a leak. One of the mallards decides to make a break for it and runs out the blind. Mike grabs his shotgun and rolls him. Never took the time to put away his member the whole time.

January 18, 2003, 09:07 PM
A month or so ago I was trying to call in a crow.

I look to my left, and about 30 feet from me in a bare tree it a pygmy owl. Bout the size of a softball. Looking at me like I'm nuts.

The attached picture was taken less than thirty feet from my back door. How many Elk can you count in the picture??

Art Eatman
January 18, 2003, 11:02 PM
Cheaper by the dozen?

The owl story reminds me of another hooty-bird tale.

The wife and I came home one night and just before entering the back door heard a great horned owl overhead. I told my wife to wait, and got a flashlight. There he wuz, atop the TV antenna, looking down at the light.

We took turns, one with the light on the owl, one operating the antenna rotator. Do you have any idea how many degrees of rotation an owl can do, and not lose sight of his object?

He finally got fed up and left, but not before ten minutes or so of this nonsense!

:), Art

January 18, 2003, 11:57 PM
Thanks. Sweet story.

Weirdest thing I think I've seen was back when I was sixteen or so. Saw a worm that was about 20" long (measured against my Topper, Jr. bl).

January 19, 2003, 01:17 PM
The coolest thing for me was when I was stationed at Ft. Sill, OK. My buddy and I were out for a run in the woods of one of the training areas and we turned a corner and almost ran right into a herd of elk crossing the road. Two bulls on the side stopped in their tracks and looked at us making us stop in our tracks, before they took off. Kinda scary at the time but a cool experience.

January 19, 2003, 09:56 PM
Coolest: Floating down the Deschutes River one hot summer afternoon, my family and I spotted a Bald Eagle grab a large trout out of the river less than 50 feet in front of us.


January 20, 2003, 08:32 AM
A mental image I carry around, from a scene witnessed on the Penobscot River in Maine: A bald eagle soaring across the backdrop of a huge grey thunderhead.

January 20, 2003, 08:02 PM
I've seen a lot of animals up close when bow hunting. Watched flying squirrels one day (didn't even know they were around here), had an owl land about 6" from my head and sit till sunrise. The funniest thing was when a pair of chipmunks ran up my legs, screamed horrible little screams, and jumped about 3' in the air when they realized what I was.

Ted Bell
January 20, 2003, 10:00 PM
As a younster I had three separate close encounters with bears -- twice with black bears near Lake Louise in Alberta and once with a grizzly in Waterton Park in Alberta. This past hunting season I had a ruffed grouse walk to within ten feet of me. Went out an bought a .22 pistol after that one.

January 20, 2003, 10:11 PM
was not in the woods really, but while running along a road one day saw a hawk with a 2' wingspread try to get a squirrel out of a tree. The tree was about 15' tall and had a roughly circular grouping of branches maybe 8-10' in diameter with very few leaves. The hawk landed in the top branches and tried to walk down to where the squirrel was, but was not very manuevrable in that mode. The squirrel could easily avoid him but when it tried to leave the tree the hawk took to flight and forced Mr. Squirrel back into the tree. Watched this drama for about 15 minutes until the hawk got the message and left for easier prey.

January 21, 2003, 07:12 PM
I used to haul food products out of Stuttgart. I considered it the mosquito capitol of the world.
We soon learned to never roll the truck windows down or open the doors before daylight. No matter how loud Mother Natuer called. LOL

January 23, 2003, 06:24 AM
I was out walking in the jungle in Panama. Just following a creek to see where it would lead me. I heard some noise up ahead like leaves rustling so I froze in my tracks to see what it was. The noise got closer and quite a bit louder. There are not many large animals in the woods in Panama except for the Giant Anteater and the Jaguar but there are very few of these. I was beginning to wonder whether it was a good idea to let whatever it was walk up on me. The vegetation was pretty thick so I couldn't see far. Soon though a troop of coati mundis came into view. There were about 10 or 12 of them foraging for food. It was very cool. They turned over every rock and stick they passed and stuck their paws in every nook and cranny that might be hiding something good to eat. They evidently don't see very well. The troop kind of split in the middle and they passed within a couple of feet on both sides of me. There was even a female with a baby riding on her back.

Also in Panama, I was snorkeling and a little fish swam up to my mask and started pecking at them. I was later told that this fish actually cleans the teeth of larger fish such as sharks. I swatted at it to chase it away but it wouldn't leave. It was determined to "clean" my mask. I tried to swim away from it but it was too fast. I finally had to get out of the water and go 50 yds down the beach to get away from it.

January 24, 2003, 01:13 PM
Had a critter or two perch on my leg, touched a doe deer, & have caught a few rabbits by hand here 'n there ...

Seen a few critters do things I'd never thought they would. Funny enough sometimes.

The really best thing I ever saw though was coming around the bend, trout fishing, & the two young thangs sun-batheing, sans-a-cloth on a big rock.

A friendly "howdy-do," & subsequent smiles & conversation made my day. Catching a nice trout under their rock just put a cherry on top. ;)

We're friendly, out west.

Ted Bell
January 24, 2003, 07:02 PM

January 24, 2003, 08:29 PM
Labgrade, I always wanted to try trout fishing. Next time get pictures! Of your catch, of course. :D

January 25, 2003, 12:06 AM
Anybody want to remember their first night patrol? Strange things the eyes and ears will do.

January 25, 2003, 04:59 AM
What was that about a cherry, Labgrade? :D

January 26, 2003, 12:09 PM
Deep off trail in the Chugach range, during the fall when the vegetation is impossibly thick, I pushed my way through a mass of devil's club into a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a heap of sticks. On top of this pile stood a child's toy truck. Keep in mind this is not a frequented area. No trails, no way to get in unless you push your way through.

On that same trip, I found a few big steel cooking pots that had been perforated by the teeth of a bear, like some sort of industrial metal punch. It's possible the truck had come from a roadside dump miles away. I don't know. It appeared to be undamaged. If a bear brought it, the bear must have been pretty gentle with it.

Maybe it was some bruin's toy. If so, I'm glad I didn't touch it ;-)

January 26, 2003, 12:13 PM
"The funniest thing was when a pair of chipmunks ran up my legs, screamed horrible little screams, and jumped about 3' in the air when they realized what I was."

Don't you know this sort of thing is ILLEGAL?

"Well shut my mouth! It's also
illegal to put squirrels down your pants for the purposes of gambling! ..." Chief Wiggum

January 26, 2003, 04:03 PM
Nothing real dramatic.
I was sitting about five feet away from a chipmunk when I noticed a house cat stalking it. Neither animal knew I was there. The cat made a perfect stalk and grabbed the chipmunk. I jumped up and let out a whoop and they both took off at high speed in opposite directions.
I had a ruffed grouse land on a branch about three feet away from me when I was bowhunting from a treestand.
I don't know if this is unusal, but I had never seen it before. Twice while elk hunting in Colorado I saw two doe mule deer walking along with a fawn. A coyote began stalking them. One of the does turned and chased the coyote clear out of sight. The second time this happened I got it on video tape.
The funniest thing I ever saw was on a fishing trip in the Quietico Provincial Park in Ontario. Two bald eagles were sitting on a branch. One eagle was reading the other eagle the riot act for about ten minutes barely pausing to take a breath. Finally the second eagle flew to another tree and turned it's back on the other one while the first eagle continued to bitch him out. It looked for all the world like a guy who came home from the bar after spending too much time there and his wife laying into him for it. He listened for awhile, then just ignored her.
Most exciting. Same hunt in Colorado, I was sitting in kind of a depression. I heard a noise in the woods that sounded like someone tearing down everything in his path. The most beautiful cinimon bear (I don't know bears, it was a cinimon color) came out of the woods. It moseyed around for awhile and then began walking right towards me. He got about 20 yards away and I decided I better do something so I stood up and waved my arms. He stopped and looked at me, then turned around and walked the other way like he couldn't care less.

January 27, 2003, 02:51 AM
the coolest was while I was living in wyoming,out hiking and caught a pair of mountian lions watchin me from a ridge,so I stopped and watched them!they got bored and walked off after about forty -five minutes---------wish I'd had a camera instead of the .22

January 27, 2003, 11:25 AM
Nothing further to report, folks.

Two young - very much so - uhuh - coupla ladies laying upon the rocks, sans clothes - they were friendly. I am (very much so) married & merely just observant (although not immune) ;) = a pretty treat.

I was fishing & this is Colorado & one must expect things like this.

I caught a trout & moved on.

They didn't expect any "extra fun," nor did I.

We merely passed - "ships in the night" ya know?

Certainly worth the visit though.

January 28, 2003, 01:13 AM
Two with a similar theme come to mind.

First time I was learning to dive in the northern corner of Monterey Bay. This was shortly after the movie Jaws was released. Yep, learning to dive in the southern tip of the Red Triangle, the GW Shark capital of the world. Anyways, was in about 20' of water and really enjoying playing tag with the Grimaldis in the kelp trees when I turned around and there was a shark swimming about two feet in front of my mask. Geez, that's a BIG shark. Well, so it seems when you're face to face with it. It its environment, and you're no longer top of the food pyramid. I think I drank most of the bay before I realized it was a itty-bitty (3') Thresher that was just passing through. Ever hear someone laugh at you through a regulator? My instructor though it was one of the funniest things he'd ever seen. Thus ended my adolescent shark anxiety.

Second time, I decided it was time to quit smoking. I figured the best thing was to terrorize the squirrels in Yosemite on my own for a while as the nicotine worked its way out of my body (better than doing the same to my friends and family). I arrived too late in the day to get a good start packing out, so I decided to spend the first night in the campground. Late that night was a meteor shower, so I was laying down on a footbridge that crosses the river watching the fireworks through the break in the trees when it suddenly got very dark. A black bear had decided to cross the river and just stepped over me like a log on the path and kept trekking towards the campground looking for a midnight snack. And I still don't smoke. :)

January 28, 2003, 01:14 AM

January 29, 2003, 01:15 PM
Was kayaking in flooded area and noticed limbs/branches in tree above me moving. Try as I might I couldn't detect what critter was causing the disturbance. There was no wind at all. Finally it dawned on me that the tree was falling in slo-mo. Two reverse strokes and I avoided the ignominy of being the first human being to be crushed or drowned by a beaver. Never got a look at him, but those chisel marks on the stump were unmistakable!

Got with 14' of a bobcat while out hiking. Sat down and ate my lunch while talking to him. When I got up to leave he took off like a shot.

While backpacking a had a black bear sneak around a tree and take a grab at our bear bag that was on the ground while we were cooking dinner. It was pitch dark, but I felt this odd sensation and looked down and left. He musta been three feet away. I said, "Oh, Sh##. A bear!" He took off and raided some gals campsite on the other end of the lake when he realized he'd been made.

January 29, 2003, 05:10 PM
The coolest thing that's ever happen to me; last year I was hog hunting in Northern Tx. I was slipping down an a brush covered creek trying to be a silent as possible. When I thought I heard a slight noise in the branches above me. I stopped and looked up only to see two tiny little baby Bobcats. These guys had just opened there eyes which were bright blue. The Bobcats stared at me as I stared at them. I started to reach up and touch one but decided to leave well enough alone and let them be. It was only after about an hour that I realized that I did have a camera in my pack........ Oh well probably never get a chance like that again.

Strangest thing well..........My brother and I were out hunting Coyotes in the NM desert when up in the Juniper trees we see this black round shiney thing moving through the brush. I put a pair of glasses on it and decided it was definatley moving it was shiney and black and I had no earthly idea what it was. So being the good ranch raised NM boys that we were we grabed a pair of rifles and proceeded to investigate. Checking the wind we carefully and skilfully stalked up on this strange and mystical black shining object. Which turned out to be a lady clothed in a swim suit and a pair of calf high leather boots walking a little doggie under the shade of her black umbrella. Guys I couldn't make this up if I tried. And the best part is that she was out in the concentric center of nowhere and we never did find a car or motor bike or anyother such vehicle to provide transport to the above mentioned locale.
And stranger yet this lady never would murmur a word or even lokk at us so we just left her to her walk.:confused:

February 24, 2003, 09:42 PM
I followed a beaver 1500 yds down a canal in Bolivar co. Ms. That dude came up out of the water 4 times and kind of danced & played on the bank area ,we were 25 yds apart I stayed to its rear .When he would climb over trees ,branches etc. I mean his bottom was huge. I would guess 300lbs. easy. Anyway he climbed & swam on ouy of sight.

February 25, 2003, 12:41 AM

Sounds Like Santa Fe.

My Family is From Hobbes, and Albuquerque.

February 25, 2003, 02:09 PM
Yep how'd you guess...............:rolleyes:

February 25, 2003, 10:50 PM
Takes one to know what a freak show Santa Fe is! :neener:


February 26, 2003, 12:21 PM
And the bad news is that it's getting more freaky by the day. If your to wierd to live in San Francisco or Boulder you move to Santa Fe.

And now the newest group to invade is the "My trust fund is just to big for Aspen". crowd.

That's Santa fe, 36 square miles surrounded by reality.:D

February 26, 2003, 01:15 PM
Had a squirrel pinned in an isolated tree and was being quiet & still waiting for him to show himself so I could try out my (then) new 10/22 on him.About 20 mins later of playing statue I hear a twig snap to my right. I spun my head that way and there is a momma & 2 yearlings, mountain Lions, bout 20 ft away. She let out a Wild Kingdom yell and I dunno who was scared more, me or them. I suspect it was me. I've never felt so undergunned in my life! My heart rates up right now just thinking about it. (20 ft.!)

Who said they never seen a Mtn. Lion in Colorado? Be careful. I see more Mtn. Lions than any other game, specially in Phantom Canyon.

Gila Jorge
February 26, 2003, 01:25 PM
Was on a deer stand in Northern Michigan one time and a bunch of deer passed. Then along comes this fawn a bit behind and bleeting like a could hear this rascal everywhere.

February 26, 2003, 03:41 PM
My father and I are riding our horses in souther IN along a logging road. We decide to race to the top of this hill. So we rip up this path as fast as we can, side by side. Really fun, and then we pull the horses back, slow them down, and walk them over the top of the hill. About ten to fifteen feet in front of us is an incredibly straight stick about seven feet long laying across the logging road in the sun. Then the stick begins to MOVE!! Yikes, a snake. It was a big black snake, right in front of us. We let him amble off the path and into the bush before we past.

Another time riding in Missouri, about twenty of us going through the ozarks. We're going through some thick forest single file. The rider in front of me stops abruptly and freezes. Some long green snake is hanging out of a tree looking him in the face of a distance of 12". Then pops back up into the tree and watches us pass. Sucker must of been bout 48-60" long. I hate snakes.

Strange happening....

Trying to load a green horse into a trailor. Horse spooks and takes off down a dirt road in full-tilt boogy. I won't let go of the rope because I'm too young and proud to let the critter win. So I hold on and actually mud ski behind my pony in my boots for about 50yds. Past one of my dad's friend and I calmly said, "Hi Bob" as I blew past him.

February 27, 2003, 12:01 AM
I've seen a couple of hawks grab dinner. Saw a king snake eat a copperhead.

At dusk one summer evening, three of us were flying low, on ATVs, down a dirt road that runs through the middle of our deer lease. I saw the lead guy throw his arms up as he fell back on the seat in a cloud of feathers. He was able to lock it up and skid to a stop. He had run head long into a screech owl. My friend had caught the impact full in the face, breaking his riding glasses. He was in a daze for several minutes, not knowing for sure what had happened. We found the poor owl knocked out in the middle of the road. After soothing the little fellow for a little bit, it took a perch on my finger. After about 10 minutes it took off.

However, the strangest thing I've ever seen in the woods is my brother-in-law.

P.S. I just signed up tonight. I was moping around on the old TFL sight and saw the link to this forum. It's good to be back.

February 27, 2003, 12:06 AM
What part of Central Ar. are you from ?

February 27, 2003, 12:29 AM
Too many cool/weird stories. I'm gonna wrack my brain- I must have seen something in my years afield!!:confused:

February 27, 2003, 05:36 AM
I have a few.

I was checking my deer stands last fall and came around a small hill that was covered with scrub brush. When I rounded the hill, I was no more than 10 feet from a coyote who was taking a nap in the sun. It was quite windy that day and I was walking up wind, so it didn't notice me until I was there. It looked at me, not startled, not angry, nothing. We looked at eachother for a few minutes and it turned and walked away.

Another time I was hunting pheasant in southern MN with a friend and his yellow lab who is about 10 human years old. Anyway, Pete (the dog) starts getting birdy and Dean (my friend) tells him to go. Pete runs into a small patch of brush and is almost run over by two whitetail does. Practically gives Pete a heart attack. Even worse, about 30 minutes later, same situation, Pete runs into some brush and out flies the biggest wild turkey I've ever seen. Pete looks at us, then back at the bird, then back at us trying to figure out why we're not shooting.


February 27, 2003, 05:58 PM
Have had 'monks/other three-rats walk up my leg, touched a deer once, the plenaply of the "black-cap" chick-a-dees walk all over me & peck the trees to beat the band all over - sometimes while standing on my head ....

... caught a Gambels' quail once - by hand. Quite the stalk. I figure that a real treat not to be done again ....

I saw what could only be a pine martin once, in the deep/dark timber, - but Colorado doesn't have any ....

I saw a mountain lion once stalking 2X mule deer bucks on a Sangre de Cristo terrace - & this from a 4WD - so cool! but the truck's presence broke off the chase. Still, to watch that partial ...

I've seen the rise of many a nice brooky to a fly, in crystal clear water - & missed the hook-set because the water was too clear & I anticipated. ;)

I've shot a coupla jakes a 8 feet - after being called in - they can be stupid for such smart birds. Guess they have to live a year or two to get there ...

Too many "on the flats" - re Keys fishing - to mention. Such strange things go on there .... a world unto itself.

I should have done a journal, as my huntin' bud Ted suggested .... "write down those things important while it happens" (or just afterwards) ... I'd be able to more aptly put down some strange, or just normal, things that goes on while "in the woods."

That, & those that are just absolutely wonderful for the just being there.

What better thing could anyone write down - or remember? I've forgotten more than I could say & thanks for bringing up this thread - brought up so many memories (again). .... will have to start that journal (as should we all).

ed dixon
February 28, 2003, 01:38 AM
Once, just out of the woods, saw a white fox jump a ringneck cock out of the corner of a cornfield -- purple-orange dusk sky and a little house directly across the road with untended bushels of apples on the porch. Not weird, but a postcard moment for this city boy. These other stories are great by the way.

February 28, 2003, 02:19 AM
Ed, your story reminded me of another story that is only loosely related to hunting, but it occured when I was hunting. Last year, maybe the year before, I was out hunting at night for varmints (coyote, bobcat). I don't know how many of you are familiar with Nevada, but there are a couple cities of any size and millions of miles of uninhabited territory. Nevada is a huge state by eastern standards. Nevada could swollow up a half dozen or more eastern states and they would never be heard from again. Neavada used to be a mining state; Gold and silver mining. There were some huge bonanzas, but as the vein played out, everybody packed up and moved on down the line. So, scattered throughout the state are ghost towns in various states of disrepair. Some of them actually have a few people living in them, way, way, way out in the middle of no where. So this particular night in December I fueled up at the last gas station for about a hundred miles in all directions, drove 68 miles up the highway, turned left and proceeded out across the desert. We drove an old dirt road for about two hours spotlighting, calling, looking. We crossed over a mountain range heading in the direction of **********. About two hours off the pavement there is a ghost town pretty much just like it was a hundred years ago, the buildings are standing and there are even a couple people living there out in the middle of no where, they even still have the gallows right on the main street. I came down out of the mountains, crossed some more desert and pulled onto the main street of town. Much to my amazement, the first house on the street had a fully lit Christmas tree in the front window. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. It was an incredible sight in the middle of the night, so far from civilization.

Yes, we did get a cat and a couple coyotes that came in to our call.

February 28, 2003, 02:38 AM
And one time along the South Platte River, oout east, we were hunting quail, or pheasants, probably both.

1/2 foot of snow on the ground & we were walking some turkey tracks because nothing else was happening - meandering.

A cock pheasant busted out of the underbrush & a hawk (of some sort - I don't know 'em like I should) was cranking on this bird to beat the band - matching every twist & turn while only about 5 feet behind. We watched this flying match till the pheasant dumped into cover & the hawk skreeched its way skyward. Lasted a whole 10 seconds, if that, but burned forever into my mind. (but I'd forgotten, again, till just now .... )

Neat thread. Thanks.

Perhaps the same day, & if not, all but the same location & very similar terrain/conditions, my black lab, Spook, got birdy.

I kneeled down with my 870 across my knees & called to The Dog. He was "all over it - being way birdy" - a quail jumped up out of the snow & Spook grabbed it - snatched the thing in mid-flight.

"What a great dog!" I think. He's caught a cripple. What a great conservation tool a dog is - pulling in an otherwise lost cripple.

I bent down to retreive the quail & praise Spook. "Fetch it up!"

The covey starts to erupt through the 1/2 foot of snow between my legs!

Obviously, I stand up & start jammin' 'em.

Yeah, right.

3-4 birds at a time, the covey seems to break the more I shoot.

I shoot 1 - 2 times & stuff another coupla shells in - to "be ready." Right.

I'd lay odds that a cool 2 dozen birds flushed between my legs that quick minute.

I shot at least 11 times & got 2 whole quail. The dog got one without firing a shot. ;)

I've had birds flushed close to before, but have never experienced such a staggered covey ever launching such as that.

Absolutely flustered & the worst shooting I have ever done.

Beat by my dog. So totally cool.

Again. Neat thread. I'd forgotten till just now.

Gotta start that journal .....

February 28, 2003, 03:47 AM
This thread seemed to have started a memory flood ....

Had a day once, dark Colorado timber & I'm essentially "bow hunting" elk with a rifle - a 2X8 scoped short-barreled .308 - usual shots are well within 25 yards - the timber's fairly thick.

I'm sneakin' & an elk moves into the zone, I start to scope 'im & "git ready."

All I can see is what I think is a front shoulder - a perfect shot placement - but I can't be sure - too much cover & the whole sight picture is too cluttered - too much trees 'n stuff in the way, but an elk's "right there!" I just can't tell what part of the elk I have in my sights.

V-e-r-y slowly, I'm 20 yards off & dial up the scope from 2 to 8 ... still can't make out the picture to see what I'm aiming at. I want a sure shot & not "just a hit somewheres."

I scope 'im out, trying to discern what part of the elk I'm looking at ..... for 2 ..... 3 minutes. The elk is stationary. Time is d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g ..... any who has done this know the time distortion - it drags so long.

I can't see what I'm looking at & finally the elk spooks some & jumps some & walks away = spooked for being so close, for so long.

As it figures, once the elk moves, I know that all the while, I've been scoped in to the shoulder all along ......

It moves on out & no shot's available - everything's too close & the elk moving off only a few yards makes it unavailable ever again.

But that's really OK.

Having it that close, for so long was a real treat & just have to thank it for doing what it did.

Never did get an elk that year.

Did get to have an exceptional rush through .... ;) very cool hunt all told.

February 28, 2003, 08:27 AM
Deer hunting in northern Wisconsin, I had a curious chickadee flying around my head as I sat really still. He then proceeded to land on my shoulder, then landed and perched right on my rifle barrel. I swear to God. He just sat there, turning his little head, looking at me. I was trying real hard not to laugh, I felt like I was in a Disney movie. :D

Another time, when I was a kid, my dog and I treed a big, fat grey squirrel in my parents front yard. (My dog was the unholy terror to any small mammals in the area.) Anyway, this squirrel realized he had nowhere to go. After about 10 minutes, he jumps down (about 20 feet) and hits the ground HARD. It sounded like someone dropped a 20lb. sack of spuds. He was stunned for a second, then ran off.

Here's the funny part. My dog just looks up at me like, "Can you believe what we just saw?" My dog never made chase. I laughed so hard I cried. She just looked up at me in disbelief. One tough squirrel! :D

March 4, 2003, 07:46 AM
As a youngster camping with my dad ...I would get bored and hunt squirrels and chipmucks with a handmade spear. One time I crossed the channel that we were fishing cause I seen a great big bird sitting high in a tree, it was my first bald eagle flew off when I drew near under him... so I went exploring again...and seen another squirrel to kill. It raced up the tree and I wacked it down once, but it got back up the tree...and climbed up and up... then began to "fly" from tree to tree, spreading it's webbed legs. It was real neat when I discovered what it was.

In that same channel, we were trolling and then a couple of deer decided to cross the channel right in front of us...I remember telling my dad to speed up so I could grab the one with the horns...but he didn't...bummer...I just had to watch them peacefully swim by.

So it's one of my first times mule deer hunting...and after the opening day my friend & I bag our deer, which we hung by our day we wake up late and started cooking breakfast and I got this feeling something was watching us...I look up a there's a black bear creeping toward us...I actually was calm and said; "Hey Steve, look there's a bear" He jumped up like mad and yelled "where's my gun, where's my gun" Meanwhile the bear took was the fastest thing I ever personally seen run.

So I decided to try some bow hunting on some friend's property. And on this deer trail I found a tree which went up and bowed to a right angle at ~10' high... so I thought I would try it for a up there and waited, and waited...then this doe and fawn came along...and stopped right beneath then I had my bow fully drawn and pointed directly down at the mom (I was not intending on shooting her, I just wanted to tell my friends that I could of).... then she bent her head clear back (as in straight back) and looked up at me. After a little while of wondering what this still figure was, she got spooked and they trotted off.

Now I'm elk/deer hunting with a bow again...I was stalking quietly through the woods when all the sudden I hear a bunch of noise ...sticks and small logs breaking like heck...thought I scared something, but soon realized it's coming towards me...I hunker down and draw my bow...when I see elk charging at me...I see one in front of me and let my arrow fly...they stampede by, and after a bit, I regained my composure...look around for blood and realized I missed everything when I finally found my arrow...bummer

six 4 sure
March 15, 2003, 01:54 AM
Well, this is pretty lame compared to everyone else, but here it goes. I used to live in the middle of nowhere Nevada exactally as 444 described. I'm crusing across the valley when I see something off to my right poking out above the sage. It's an antelope. Well there's not much I can do besides look at him. After awhile he looses intrest and starts to trot off parallel to the trail I'm on. Well I decide to see how fast he is and I start to pace him. I sort of spooked him and he shifted into turbo and talkes off. I tried to keep up with him for awhile, but after hitting a wash and having a Dukes of Hazzard moment I gave up the chase.


March 25, 2003, 11:33 PM
Good thread guys. It even got THIS lurker to register and post. Heres mine. First time I went turkey hunting was with a friend, we were watching about 25 hens no more than 15 to 20 feet in front of us. A large coyote just appears on the edge of the flock.
Never saw it come in. Next time I look to where it was at it was gone, no more than 30 seconds. Thought I might have been seeing things. My friend never saw it. 5 minutes later a different much smaller coyote comes trotting up the trail on the other side. My friend sees this one, he hates coyotes and takes a shot and
misses. Later it seemed to us that the smaller one was trying to push the birds to where the larger one came from.

March 27, 2003, 02:23 AM
A "never saw"-thing.

"Sneak-hunting" once along a game trail - maybe takng one step every 2 minutes, I spooked an elk - likely a decent-sized bull.

I say a bull elk due to the subsequent tracks & what this elk drove through.

The tracks were huge, the breaking of aspen blow-downs was quite unbelieveable - "he" blew through 12" diameter dead-fall like there was no tomorrow - just ran right through this stuff/& breaking it all up - ran right through it.

Ran across this critter at about 5 yards, never saw him at all - it was that thick - only did scare the livin' hell outa me when he broke cover & ran off - breaking everything in his path leaving the area - & I'm "sneaky." ;)

But a 5 yards!? How sneaky can you be? ;)

One of those "whoops!"-things .... you better have
better eyes than what I had that day ....

Not a "seen"-thing, but a certain "close-encounter."

Steve Smith
March 27, 2003, 10:43 AM
But aren't you glad you didn't have drag his sorry butt out of that deadfall? :D :p

March 28, 2003, 06:11 AM
Very interesting thread. I guess I'll throw in.

Coolest: Red tail Hawk picks up a bull snake (large/10ft+) and can just barely get off the ground. He is beating his wings for all he is worth and this snake is still alive and squirming for his life, hawk slowly (very slowly) at about an alltitude of 10ft flies out of sight with snake in tow. I'm guessing the hawk won? Didn't see the end of it. That was one determined bird! I felt like he bit off quite abit more than he could chew:D

Strangest: While living in Indonesia I found a flying lizard in the front yard with a broken leg/wing. A most beautifull reptile, he had fallen/ flown out of a huge mango tree.

Weirdest: Rabbit hunting, well not really:D I was out in a field behind the house (hayfield) in Jan. There's about 6-8" of snow on the ground. This is back when I was 18 and in pretty good shape :D I decide to try to chase rabbit, never intending to catch it, just goofing off. The rabbit for some reason doesn't take off and just run in a straight line but keeps turning this way and that and I keep after him for about 15 seconds and suddenly rabbit keels over dead! I guess he died of a heart attack or something like that? Felt very bad about the whole thing, wasn't trying to hurt it, just fooling around

Art Eatman
March 28, 2003, 08:28 AM
At the end of WW II my parents bought a small farm/ranch next door to my grandparents. My grandfather had bought an old Farmall 12 (steel-lugged wheels; before rubber tires!) tractor. Hand crank start or no, it beat plowing behind a horse!

We'd rigged the sickle-mower and the hay rake to work behind the tractor. My job was to mow and rake for the hay-baler man.

At age 11, by haying time, my feet were total callus. I'd spook a cottontail rabbit while raking and after putting the tractor in neutral take off running across the stubble after "Mollytail". It was quite a show for my parents, and I caught quite a few of the little critters. Always let them go, after I had figured out they wouldn't tame down and be pets...

:), Art

March 28, 2003, 09:22 AM
These stories of hand-catching rabbits got me thinking about a story I read about Turk Wendell, a pitcher for the Philadelphia Phillies, I believe, who is a huge bow hunter. He once shot a deer inside of a car wash, according to this story. Anyway, he has vowed to take a deer using just a knife.

March 28, 2003, 10:28 AM
steel-lugged wheels; before rubber tires! feet were total callus.

Before shoes, too, apparently! :evil:

March 28, 2003, 11:15 AM
Out around the coastal canals SE of Miami - pretty much boonies at the time - hunting up snakes to sell to the Serpentarium .... I hear this very strange noise - it sounds like a rabbit distress call, & go investigate.

Turns out, a garter snake has a leg-hold on a leopard frog & the frog was screaming for all his was worth - classic distress yellin'.

Never knew a frog made that kinda sound.

Left them to their own devices.

Art Eatman
March 30, 2003, 10:47 PM
DJJ, once the weather warmed up, you couldn't keep me in shoes except at school. Once school was out, I went barefooted all summer long.

My folks could get me to do "tractor stuff", but other than basic farm chores I was gone to the woods most of the time. The folks used to sorta wonder 'bout me--and the rest of the world's been wonderin', ever since...

:D, Art

March 30, 2003, 11:39 PM
Funniest thing?


Off the trail, reaching for the toilet paper and a buck runs right past me. I had about 10 seconds total to drop the thing.

Missed that one.

March 31, 2003, 12:06 PM
Strangest, weirdest, coolest thing seen in the woods?
My ex.


March 31, 2003, 06:38 PM
Y'all have me beat hands down but...

dove hunting once, crippled a dove, hawk hit it in mid air and had a free meal.

April 2, 2003, 09:58 PM
dove hunting once, crippled a dove, hawk hit it in mid air and had a free meal.
Should have reported the hawk to the Forest Ranger for poaching. :D

April 6, 2003, 12:15 AM
One warm fall when I was about 15, I had been out roaming the woods and was on my way home. I was walking across some pasture that had never seen a plow, the sun had set just a few minutes before so it was only about half dark. I step over this clump of buffalo grass and heard a sound that sounded like the granddaddy of all rattle snakes. I mean loud. After freezing to stone I realized about 25 or 30 quail had flown when I stepped into the middle of the little circle they had made to bed down for the night. Those darn wings beating by my ear sounded just like a rattle snake in the dark. It took about 5 minutes for my heart to stop beating like a trip hammer.

Same time period I was walking across a pasture with tall grass when something hit my calf like I had stepped on a stick and it had slapped me. When I looked down the big ole cotton mouth I was standing on, struck my boot again. Did you ever see the steet magician that can levitate? I beat him by about 3 feet, did a 180 in the air and landed about 20 ft from where I had been standing on the snake. When I pulled up my pants leg there was two sets of fang marks about 1 inch below the top of my boot (they were very high tops) and venom was running down my boot. And people wonder why I look at the ground when I am walking even in town.

I ran across a momma bear with cub while deer hunting in Colorado about 20 years ago. I heard her but could not see her. I stopped where I was and crouched down. When the noise I had heard ceased (I thought it was a deer cleaning his antlers) I went to check and see if I could get a shot at the deer I thought I had heard. I find a spot the size of a large dining table plowed with claws and from where I am standing I am looking square into the bush I had taken cover behind. Momma went to north, I went east, several minutes later I hit Momma bears tracks in the snow and there was a set of smaller tracks right beside the larger tracks. I walked off that ridge with my .357 in hand and a terrible urge to go to the bathroom. I guess me sitting still behind that bush let momma decide I was not a threat to her cub.

We used to have a collie mix dog that hated snakes. We would find a snake and start yelling snake at the top of our lungs and Laddie would come running to kill it. We saw a snake in the water in a small pond by the house and yelled for Laddie. When we showed him the snake in the water. Laddie went right in the water. The snake stopped and waited for the dog. When the dog grabbed the snake, the snake started wrapping coils around the dog's head. I could not believe the size and length of that snake. It wrapped enough coils around that dog's head to pull him under the water head first. Laddie finally had to let go of the snake or drown. When Laddie finally got loose and back to shore, he shook himself dry, gave us a dirty look and went to the house.

Again when I was about 15. We used to take and cut our shotgun shells below the wad until just a little paper was holding the thing together. Coyotes would be crossing the pasture 250 to 300 yds from the house. We would shoot those shells like artillery shells and do aim adjusment from the dust. I laughed like crazy one day at a coyote, he could not figure what was making slapping noises all around him. So he stopped in the middle of the field to investigate. We finally stung him with some shot when it hit the ground and he took off like a shot.

Oh for the good ole days, 30 inch waist, work all day, party all night and go back to work the next morning. And I had hair to comb, not a shiny spot that I use a wash rag on.

April 7, 2003, 03:21 PM
Several different incidents. One of my younger brothers and I were turkey hunting in Northern MO in a river bottom and kept seeing this same doe walk past this spot every morning about the same time. The next day we set up in the same spot and sure as heck here she comes. I told my brother to freeze and get ready. The doe walked within 10' of us and stops about 20' past us to take a #1. I touched off a round out of my 12 ga and the doe must have jumped close to 10' into the air. We couldn't hunt anymore that morning because my brother kept laughing.

Another incident happened at a Wildlife area near St. Louis. 2 friends of mine and I were scouting some turkey hunting spots earlier and had regrouped and were talking when we hear something approaching us. A doe comes screaming up to us looking into a very bright morning sun and doesn't see us until she is about 5 feet from us. She slammed on her brakes and tumbles directly between the 3 of us, almost knocking one of my buddies over. She made off right quick after realizing where she was.

Third and last, seeing a Bobcat for the first time in the wild this last deer season on my land in Northern MO.

April 10, 2003, 04:51 PM
Not woods, per se, but interesting enough .....

In The Keys for a VaCa once & got a call from a bud at a marina - there's a manatee hanging out - bring a coupla heads of lettuce.

Did & brought the kids. Tossed the lettuce heads to the manatee, which sucked 'em right up.

Too, hanging a regular garden hose over the dock edge, the manatee sucked the hose into its mouth & tanked up on fresh water for perhaps 20 minutes.

Never seeing it before, it was quite the experience. I've heard that some sailboats'll "tank" manatees here 'n there with fresh water.

The whole Keys experience is brackish water & manatees need fresh. "Tankin'" here 'n there's a decent thing to do.

April 14, 2003, 01:55 PM
last week i was hiding out and had a fisher cat walk within 10 feet of me right in my yard. first time i ever saw one! fuzzy little critter didn't even see me but he sure could smell me. he walks through my yard every day.

April 14, 2003, 07:28 PM
What kind of snake had that puppy dog all wrapped up, did you all ever git that son of a gun? Thanks

April 15, 2003, 08:49 PM
The most amazing thing I ever saw in the woods, was when walking along Camp's canal, in North Central Florida. The canal was dug back in the 20's think by the Camp's Cattle company to drain Paynes's Prairie, just south of Gainesville.

The sight that cought my eye was a Eastern Diamondback rattler, that was (by later measurment) just a tad under 9 feet. His body was about as big around as a football. He was swimming down the canal, and the way they swim is to inflate their lungs, and it looks like they are crawling on the surface of the water.

His undulating body, moving against the current was a fascinating sight. I watched him for about 10 min, using the binocs, until he swam to the opposite bank, and up and over he went. I was very glad he did not come up the bank on MY side of the canal, or I am sure I would have really set a landspeed record getting out of there.

Art Eatman
April 15, 2003, 11:29 PM
Ah, yes! Payne's Prairie! We used to run top end through there, heading to Ocala and the booze store. Alachua County used to be dry, back in the '50s/'60s. 3.2% beer, only.

NE of P.P., there's (well, used to be, if it ain't a subdivision) a lake and swampy area. Lots of cypress. Beaucoup ospreys nested there. I used to go out for a "head rest" to get away from the textbooks...

"A Florida man needs no introduction."

:), Art

April 28, 2003, 09:34 PM
Well I'll be. Mr. Eatman, you have just made a quantum leap in my esteem. "A Florida Man needs no introduction" indeed !! I am a Gator Grad, class of '69. Alachua county was, as you say, dry back then. The Sunday afternoon runs down 441 to the Scrounge Lounge, or up to the Oasis, by the Bradford County line are fond memories.

I hunted, and fished the entire area, from Lake Butler down to Ocala and the Big Scrub.

Gainesville is still a wonderful place to live. Sure beats Miami. I gotta move. ;)

April 30, 2003, 04:11 AM
Well not in the woods for the best one... it was kayaking with a pod of killer whales down in one of inlets a few years back. That was amazing!

Second was having a bull moose come out of the trees and swim across the Kenai in Alaska. Then we motered right up next to him, close enough to touch. This was in September after the Sockeye run. The river was full of dying red salmon and I think I cought about 50 rainbows that day.

Also having a bull Elk walk right to me (about 25 feet away) this past year. Picture perfect event.

May 6, 2003, 03:34 PM
Well, I'm in my mid 20's now and when I was little, as Art said, when summer time came, shoes left. I chased a rabbit down our driveway until I caught it. Wanted to keep it for a pet, but folks wouldn't let me.
Another time when I was about 16, while just driving the back-roads (as we say) my friend and I came across a doe and a fawn in the middle of the road. Of course, he stopped the truck and I jumped out and after the fawn I ran. It was easier to catch than I thought it would be. I proceeded to carry that fawn back to the truck thinking I would keep it for a pet. Not a smart idea. I didn't get halfway back to the truck when that doe starts "blowing" at me and charges. :what: .... I dropped that fawn and ran like heck back to the truck.

May 14, 2003, 12:24 AM
I don't know about strange, weird or cool, but I thought this was kind of funny.

In March of 2002 I was backpacking at Hawn St. Park in Missouri, and slept at campsite #2 which is right next to a creek. Although it's not generally necessary in MO, packing in other parts of the country have put me in the habit of "bear-bagging" my food. Because I didn't expect to see any bears, I only hung the bag about 5 feet high - out of the reach of little critters.

In the middle of the night I was startled awake by a lot of clattering and clunking downstream. While I was trying to reason out the noise, the source became clear when I heard a deer's hoofbeats making quick time toward the campsite (in the dark). Just as they reached the other edge of the campsite, where the bag was hung, they were interrupted by a muffled (THUMP), followed by a snort & confused grunt, and then the hoofs made double-time back the way they came.

I went back to sleep snickering. :D

May 14, 2003, 10:43 PM
Accidently stumbled into someone's illeagal mairjuana patch once :uhoh:

May 15, 2003, 10:59 AM
Around sundown, sitting out on the deck of a boat moored in a creek about 1/2-mile in from the Chesapeake Bay. The creek is home to a large marina, and they were dredging to keep the channel open. The dredge crew had gone home for the day, and had left their work boat moored out in the creek.

An osprey comes flying by with a large snake (probably a bull snake) in its talons. As it crosses over the work boat the snake manages to work loose, falls on the boat, and manages to get into the cabin through a slightly open window. The osprey banged around the outside of the cabin for about 10 minutes trying to get at its dinner, with no success.

Work crew shows up the next morning, and we were watching. One guy opens the cabin door, starts to step inside, looks down and lets out a yell like you have never heard as he levitates backward. Never laughed harder in my life...

May 16, 2003, 11:21 PM
Wow, some stories, will have to go back and read the rest! Great post idea! paul

May 20, 2003, 08:58 PM
Not sure what you'd call this. maybe "Thing that makes you go hmmmm..."
During hunting season a few yrs back, while heading to my spot, a noticed another vehicle pull up. Four large - all 300+ - men get out , full orange. Even if the sun wasn't out, they glowed enough to light up the whole area. Anyways, off they go into the woods after some deer. Ok now...if these four large men each get a deer they'd been in a preddicament; they arrived in an Escort!:what:

May 22, 2003, 09:56 PM
1. Once saw 2 rattlesnakes...ummm....stuck together, you know?
Didn't think much about it at the time, but later learned that is a pretty rare sight. FYI, they will stay stuck together several hours after you bash their heads in.

2. Father, brother and I were moving cattle one evening. Got the pasture cleared and we were heading back to the trailer. WE saw a coyote chasing a rabbit. We stopped and watched him for a while and he seemed to be herding it more than chasing it. He finally ran the rabbit by
the other coyote which promptly jumped out and grabbed it.
Very impressive, I didn't know they worked in teams.

3. Once saw a young mountain lion run out in the road in front of my pickup ran in front of me for about a 100 yards then went back up the hill he came from.

4. Scariest. I had a calf die and drug it off in a cedar break next to a caliche hill. aA few days later I had another calf die and drug it to the same spot only to find the first one gone. I followed the drag marks to where whatever it was had left the carcass. The rib cage was cleaned as if by a very good bitcher with an extremely sharp knife. I looked around for prints and found none. After looking for a bit I finally found a cat track....a BIG cat track. (this was a 400# calf) I looked around a little more and started getting a bad feeling. I left plenty fast. Went back a couple of days later and the first calf was gone. Completely. Second calf was not bothered at all.

May 23, 2003, 12:47 AM
I'd lay dollars to donughts that BIG cat was a Jaguar. A large male has a track much larger than a Mt lion and there has been an substantial increase in Jaguar sightings in Tx, Nm, and Az in the last ten years.

Warner Glen a houndsmen from Nm treed and photographed a large male in southern Az 8 or 9 years ago. He did a real nice little book on it called fire in the eyes or some such.

You might find it interesting as it explains and pictures the difference between Cougar and Jaguar tracks.

Art Eatman
May 23, 2003, 08:38 AM
I've read of coyotes working in pairs, to catch some supper. One report had it that two of them worked an antelope: The antelope ran in a circle with a roughly one-mile diameter. One coyote would chase for a while and the other would cut across the circle. They eventually wore the antelope down and killed it.

I once had a cottontail run past me, only a few feet away. About five feet behind him was a coyote. Neither one of them saw me. Wide open throttle, for sure! (The reason a rabbit is hard to catch is that he doesn't know where he's going next, either.)

H&H, in Bosque County, the odds are more likely it was a cougar, not a jaguar. That's northwest of Waco...

Oilman Clinton Manges, at his 120,000-acre ranch near Freer in south Texas, decided he wanted to start an elk herd there. (!) A female lion of no more than 100 pounds killed a 500-pound cow elk and dragged the carcass over a hundred yards into the brush...

:), Art

May 26, 2003, 11:53 PM
Yep, I didn't realize that it was that far north and east.

But you never know it may have been a Chuchacabra or La Yarona or even the Co-Co Drino.;)

June 2, 2003, 03:54 PM
Best : First time I saw an eagle...we call it the KingEagle I don`t know what you call it .

It was NO DOUBT it was one of was quite high above ground though , but hoovering still , I guess he was looking for something :D , maybe he was looking at me :eek: :eek:

Cutest : My parents had rented a cabin near the Oslofjord
one summer and I was sitting in a chair on the porch reading a book .
There was a branch in the left corner of my eye and all of a sudden I saw it beaking downwards :confused: I slowly turned around and saw a squirrel that was looking into my eyes maybe 40 cm distance , it just stared at me for a little bit with the huge brown eyes then all of a sudden it ran away .

Stangest : Well NOT in the forest though , but nature related .
I was walking to school at around 7.30 am in the morning and I was walking in a side-street that doesn`t have much traffic .I walked in the middle of the street when heard the sounds of a horse coming upon me from behind .

The sound just stopped and I decided to turn around as I guessed the horse and the rider would pass me , so I turned around

And it was a HUGE FREAKING MOOSE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:eek:

I was paralized and just froze....fortunatley the moose just looked at me and headed towards downtown after I moved .
He was of course shot later that day , poor moose must have been scared and deffinitly potentially dangerous to people so.........I think they gave the meat to some elder hospits or something :)

June 3, 2003, 01:02 PM
2 Strangest?
1. I saw a Black Panther in SE Alabama. He crossed the road right in front of me. It didnt seem to be in a hurry either. I had to slow down to a near stop for it to cross. I was likw ***!!
Others have seen it or them also. Rare in Bama. They are most common in FL.

2.I was Bream fishing a small creek with a nephew and what we thought was a log was a 8ft Alligator. Not common in SE Bama either. You should have seen us High Tail It out of there..:-) But there have been more and more sightings by local fishermen,hunters. The Game Warden said to leave them alone.:eek:

kentucky bucky
June 3, 2003, 06:02 PM
Once during the early muzzleloading deer season in Kentucky, it became very windy (and noisy), so around 9:00 I decided to get up and scout around because I sure as heck couldn't hear anything . I walked out on a point scouting for sign and as I walked back I noticed something out of the corner of my eye . It was three turkey hens walking in a row parallel to me down in a bowl to my right and they were just enough ahead of me to not spot me. I just kept walking the same pace and they gradually veered up the ridge right in front of me! I sped up until I was so close that I could have touched the rear bird with the muzzle of my longrifle. We walked together in this bizarre spectacle for about 150 yards with me trying not to laugh out loud! I was grinning like a opossum the whole time. I would have given anything for a camera. Eventually they veered back down another hollow and never once saw or heard me!!

PS, for you nature children, they never once landed on my shoulder.

June 5, 2003, 12:59 PM
Years back, when my firstborn son was just a baby, my husband and I went camping over in eastern Oregon. We had an old canvas tent with a mostly-broken zipper that was such a pain to use that we rarely bothered.

One morning, I awoke before either my husband or baby son, and snuck out of the tent to enjoy the peace and quiet. I was lying in the hammock quietly watching one of the zillions of campground 'chipmunks' as it snuffled through our campsite looking for crumbs.

The little chipmunk nosed around under the picnic table for a few minutes, and then got interested in our tent.

Into the tent he went, tail and nose both twitching. I pondered Doing Something About It, but what was there to do? He'd come out as soon as he realized there was no food to be had in there. He couldn't do any harm, right?

Moments later, my husband awoke from a sound sleep to find a chipmunk perched a quarter-inch from his right eyeball. He let out a loud yell, and apparently he and the chipmunk chased each other around the tent at least four times before either one of them could find the door.

The tent looked like something out of a cartoon -- there were lumps and bulges poking out the sides of the tent, with an occasional body part visible through the screen windows. Meanwhile our son awoke and added to the general ruckus by setting up a howl so loud you could have heard it from orbit.

Finally the chipmunk made his escape, but not before my husband managed to bring the tent down on himself and our toddler (who was safely esconced in a portacrib).

I haven't laughed so hard in years.


June 6, 2003, 12:04 AM
LMAO, that was funny.

This just in...One of my buddies lives up near Divide in a cabin with a private fishing pond. The neighbors big black Lab always comes over and plays in his pond or with his two shepards. Its kind of a wussie Lab and 'Dan' delights in sneaking up on the lab by the water and scaring him for the funny reactions of the dog.

Last weekend, dan sittin on his porch in the middle of the night enjoying some late night paint stripper (ok, he was drunk), and hears water splashin in the pond and looks over to see the black Lab nosing around the water. Dan quietly sneaks up on him like always, just looking for a laugh..reaches out with both hands and grabs him by the rump and goes WAHHH real loud...

Things get real lively all of a sudden when a medium sized black bear leaps up screaming in fright and tosses / knocks Dan in the pond.:what: His dogs are on top of the situation though and come off the porch to help, distracting the bear and treeing it long enough for Dan to climb out of the pond and gather his wits and dogs back together and call it a night. I'm still laughing.

June 6, 2003, 01:00 AM

December 4, 2003, 06:15 AM
The coolest thing I saw in the woods was my father shoot a rabbit running at full tilt (the rabbit , not my father) with a .22 rifle. Nice shot Dad.

December 4, 2003, 12:20 PM
Wow, old thread, but I will add my bit.

Used to go stay with the grandfather when he still had a farm in Cornwall. Went to count the bullocks with him in the morning, used to see badgers just snuffling about like we weren't there. There was a news story about a badger not far from where I live now, seems over the course of three days the same badger hospitalised four people.

Last year took my springer spaniel for a walk. Up trots a doberman and the two of them mess around for a bit. Suddenly they both disappear into a bush, there is a bit of barking and snarling and my dog comes out with a rabbit. He beat the doberman's ??? for it. Of course the rabbit was dead when they got there, it was missing its head and had been for some time.

This is England of course and we don't have quite the same exciting wildlife. Reasonably sure I saw a weasel once, long, low red flash shot in front of me. Too small for a fox or domestic cat. Really quick and secretive creatures.

On a stretch of canal near home I saw 5 herons and 2 kingfishers in about 200 metres.

Best for last though. While canal boating last Easter (love that pace of life) we saw three mallards drowning a third. Really vicious behaviour for such a benign looking animal. Later on a swan skimmed the top of the barge at high speed, landed in the water behind us and attacked the rear end of the boat for 20 minutes. Guess it had a nest nearby.

December 4, 2003, 11:02 PM
We were catching mud turtles out of the farm pond and not wanting to catch any of the BIG CAT FISH, we would leave the bate (blue gill) just out of the water, with a length of line and a milk jug. Everything was going fine; when one day this large bird (name withheld) fly's by the house with a milk jug dangling behind. The poor thing got tangled in an electric line and suffered terribly…until I shot it. :( :(

For the next several years the birds mate would be seen at the pond. We all feel terrible about this and have devised another way to catch turtles.

December 4, 2003, 11:55 PM
Not really the woods, as this happened at the edge of a lake in town today, but it made me laugh pretty hard nonetheless...

It's been cold enough recently that the water has started to freeze pretty well, but we've not had anything resembling real snow yet. As I looked out across the lake, I noticed that (A) just a few feet past the shoreline the ice was very smooth and clear, running out for quite some distance and (B) there was a flock of geese heading in pretty fast.

As I watched, a couple of geese dropped out and came down toward the water. The patch they were headed for was perfectly smooth and crystal clear. I'm sure they thought it would be a soft water landing. Instead, both geese hit the ice hard and skidded some distance until they stopped. The one slightly in the lead actually spun around a little more than 180 degrees before coming to rest.

It almost looked like they had little expressions, saying "What the heck was THAT??!!" The rest of the geese stayed up a little longer and came down on the other side of the road in a small lot and then started walking down towards the water.

December 9, 2003, 04:20 PM
Was deer hunting once and was coming out after dark and jumped a deer off the ridge I was coming down. The deer ran right into a car travelling on the road at the bottom of the hill. Finished walking down to the road and was getting a flashlight out to look for the deer (it didn't appear injured, and the car took off after hitting the deer) and came face to face with a "Kitty cat" Figured he'd been dumped out along the road, until I noticed that cat was black and white............the skunk followed me on the road for about 50 feet. I was thinking "Man have I got a story for the folks." Then a truck drove past me an stopped. I thought it was a buddy of mine heading home and looked in and said "Howdy" well it wasn't instead it was a local who had one too many himself and was skunked too. Needless to say on the drive home, I drove REAL slow.

December 9, 2003, 06:56 PM
Walking to my next class last week and I see a redtailed hawk standing on the ground about 2 feet away from the sidewalk, out in an open areas of campus. Bunch of big oaks and maybe 3 acres of grass crisscrossed with sidewalks.
Walk right up to it expecting it to fly off, or hop away if it was hurt.

It had one of the thousands of little gray tree rats that run around campus, in its mouth, tail hangin out. I could have touched it I was so close. It cocked its head sideways and looked at me a little while, then went back to eating and I went on to class :)

kentucky bucky
December 9, 2003, 08:29 PM
I was Grouse hunting in the snow in some rough Eastern Ky hills when I was a teenager. We worked our way up to a pine thicket and some snow fell off of a tree and went right down the back of my neck. I stepped under a pine tree out of the snow and bent as far over as I could to shake the snow out of my coat. When I looked down toward my feet I was looking face to beak with a very large Grouse. Directly after we locked eyes he decided to find a less crowded tree an flew up at Mach I. My first reaction was to shoot, so I grabbed my shotgun and flung it to my shoulder.....................but the barrels were pointing at me instead of the grouse!!! Of course my friends have never let me forget it. They said "don't kill yourself, it's only a grouse":D

December 10, 2003, 11:50 AM
May have posted this already - it's been a while, but figured I'd stick it in again if not ....

Hunting w/The Bud for pheasants along the Platte River area (Ft Morgan area SWA). See a pheasant flush & right behind him, a hawk.

The bird's doing twists & dives trying to throw off the hawk & finally just tosses into the snow, burying himself & losing the hawk. Hawk does the circle-bit, slreeching-thing & finally flies off.

The whole 3-second fly-by was incredible! The air-born twists & turns of the prey avoiding predator were unbelievable! not 10 yards away from us. No 'top gun" outfit film could have matched this aerial drill ....

Another time in the west-side Sangre de Cristos winter elk hunt, it was an absolutely beautifully clear-blue Colorado morning like nothing you'll ever see anywhere else & the minimal snow started to fall from no clouds at all. Mind you now, there were no clouds, no wind. Nothing but the most absolute, most blue, blue high.

If you've never seen it, I could never tell to you this color of sky.


One could watch a single snow flake from about a mile high, while tracking its entire movement to the ground.

I have never experienced such clarity in my life.

Kicked back & did nothing for at least an hour but watch one snow flake after another form & drop silently to earth through the vagarities of the non-existant winds.

A couple actually fell on & touched me.

Elk hunting? Ha! & forget it.

I got to watch, for a short while, something we would normally pass by as just "weather."

December 10, 2003, 02:15 PM
Excellent story. Fun to imagine that.

December 10, 2003, 09:51 PM
most memorable..hunting groundhogs and noticed 4 or 5 buzzards in an ol dead tree.the guy that i was hunting with decided to mess around a bit with them.he got vomited on with the worst stuff i ever saw.i hadnt laughed that hard in 5 years.neatest....napping in the woods at the base of an walnut tree during squirrel season and was awakened by a deer sniffing my hair.

December 11, 2003, 02:46 AM
Selfdfenz, thanks.

It was (both of them) pretty special treats. I think the Snow Story was one of my best times ever in the woods. So very cool to just watch a snowflake form & drop through such a so very blue, blue sky. Actually quite incredible. - even still.

Thinking back though - The Wife & I did a winter backpacking trip in the Lost Creek Wilderness area once - around Presidents' Day - early Februray, as I recall.

Was cold as hell - about -15F We woke up, got out of the bags & then started to FREEZE! COLD! Brrrrzzz ....

Fired up the camp stove for coffee & did a fire for some warmth.

The sky was as in the last recounter - a bluer than blue thing, but there was a noise, just barely audible - sounded somewhat like someone doing bacon about a mile away.

We were, doing a winter camping trip at -15F, so alone that there was nothing else moving in our entire world.

Turns out is was frozen air - the barest ice particles, if you will - blowing, with about a one mile an hour breeze, through the lifeless branches - it was making such a noise that I have never heard before, or since.

The barest rustling, while overwhelming, after a second's notice of your surroundings.

I couldn't ever write it, but it was the sound of your most close, dear-one whispering a Shhhsss in your ear/& bacon frying about a mile away.

Elusive, yet everpresent, I'd guess.

Nonetheless, we had the quick coffee & beat feet the hell outa there 'cause we were cold as all get out. The Wife still mentions my (dis)demeanor & breaking camp. ;-) Hey! I wuz COLD! ;-) My bad!

Thanks again, BTW, for whoever started this thread.

Brings back many a thing every time I get an e-mail refreshing this thread .....

I remember another time, when the tide was turning out over the flats in the Florida back-country.

A mereist of channels, but never you mind, it was The Only Channel for the water to pour out of.

Prolly about 1000 miles of flatland washing out through a 6-foot deep channel & all off it was pouring through this one "river."

Imagine it!

Permit, snook, dolphin - everything! all pouring through this one area all at once.

Utterly amazing! & the strength of this "tide" was, although only about a 6 knot deal (which is fairly outstanding in itself), took everything away from the flats through this channel.

We body-surfed through the tidal flow withe the boat following behind us.

Not too fun. ;-)

Our lake froze over once with a deer dead somehow out on the ice.

We had Bald Eagles eating that for over a month. Had easily a dozen fly over the house in a five minutes timespan.

That was fairly rare.

One time, again out along The Platte SWA, I was hunting quail/pheasants & my black lab Spook flushed & caught in his mouth a bobwhite.

I thought that very cool & "what a conservation tool my dog is" catching a wounded quail.

I bent down to pick the bird outa his mouth. There was about 4" of snow over a fairly heavy undergrowth.

As I retreived the bird, the covey started to erupt between my legs.

A flushing of quail - 2 to 3 birds at a whack.

Spooked!? you betcha.

I'd shoot once, twice, maybe hit a bird - or most likely not. Reload, just in case & .....

Happened again & again.

The covery erupted at least 5 times.

Turned out, after 11 shots, I hit exactly two birds.

The dog got one - live. I hit 2.

Now I've had a covey split right there a time or two, but I have never had one explode between my legs - ever.

Quite the hoot!

As i recall, this was the same day we had the hawk chaising the pheasant.

Not a bad day all-in-all.

Have you ever seen two hawks doing their air-dance, in the sky for mating, or for play?

I have once.

I once shot a grouper so large that the 3-banded spear-gun bounced off his head while me & my bud looked with delight that we din't git 'em - we would've been towed AWAY, or lost all our gear.

& the moray eel so large that it was easily 3' high & over 8' long - just after.

I saw a shimmering cloud-like-thing coming at me in a cannel (where a 12' hammerhead shark was recently caught) - there was no way out. Turned out to be a school of about 10-lb tarpon. While "hiding" in a cluster of seaweed, I got to watch this 50+ school of fish swim by .... the scared flashed by - after about an hour. ;-)

A floatilla of roasetta spoonbills passing by as a southern summerset .....

Clear white egrets on a full moon, flying to roost - dark night, while clearly illuminated.

A brilliant el dorado in an emerald sea, on-rod - caught, or not.

Brookies rising at a high-altitude lake enough to call it The Porpoise Show. We caught these fish to no end & while my lab Spook was swimming not 10 feet away sometimes.

A close whisper from My Wife, the view from my own window, the recollections of things I have beheld,

Backpacking the Everglades through Yosemite, skippering boats out of Islamarada (east & west), hunting The West & The East - I have seen some things.

Yep. Yes Sir!

Thank you, God!

I've seen a thing or two & cannot thank You enough.

What a wonderful world we have - to see, to hold & to cherish.

& what a hoot to be able to get out there & play.



December 11, 2003, 12:53 PM
I don't know when I have enjoyed a thread so much as this one. Ain't bein alive and having an appreciation for the wild and wilderness great?

I live on a lake and have a deck off the great room with a scrub oak growing next the deck, about 10' from the slider. One late winter day a bald eagle is sitting on a limb looking in through the glass. He then turns, spreads his wings (huge) and hops down to the couple feet of open water of the lake before the ice sheet started and plucked a large northern pike out of the water and then flopped onto the ice. He tried to fly away, but the pike was too heavy and one talon was tangled up in the fish. He had to eat his way free over the next half hour before he could finally pick up the fish and fly away.

Same eagle and his mate land on the ice and appear to be having a confab about the flock of ducks in some open water several hundred yards away. "Listen, baldy, you go left, I'll go right. You swoop and move them ducks to your right and I'll drop down and get one and we'll go Dutch on lunch, OK?" So they do. Something to see. In the summer they hunt our lake almost every day around 3 PM.

Had a doe and two fawns come up to me while sitting on a stump during deer season. One of the fawns nuzzled my foot till mama bleated and they wandered off.

Had another fawn come up to me to be petted and fondled while bumping me. He had one eye torn out and was crippled up. Must have had some feral critter try and eat him and he escaped. Very sad. I thought about putting him out of his misery, but decided to let nature have its way. Very sad.

Have seen and been in close proximity to coyote's, large flocks of turkeys, foxes, black bear etc. Fun, but nothing special. Well.....I guess it is special, in hindsight.

Once while rabbit hunting with broth in law and fath in law, spotted peter cottontail sitting along the edge of the road. We stopped the car and exited and opened the trunk to get a in law won the race and grabbed his shotty and ONE shell. I said ya better load up which he replies...."only need one shell". Well........he missed from about 5 feet and Peter hops slowly away. The rest of us were laffin too hard to do anything else. We did push the field though and took about 5 other bunnies.

My brother and I were up a long two track following a creek west off 189 near Big Piney, Wyo in the Bridger-Teton range. That day was so special. Sky was cobalt blue and the higher we got the deeper the snow. Finally had to turn around and backtrack. We were in 4wd lowrange most of the way. We saw hawks, eagles, moose, elk, deer, various birds, other furry critters that I don't even know the names of, say nothing about the terain and wild flowers in the clear patches between snow drifts. It was the first week of June.
Late that night we were holed up in Big Piney and having toddies and dinner in the local pub. When the locals asked what we had been up to....when they heard where we were, they laughingly told us if a sudden snow had come up, they would have found our bones in a couple of years. Couple of Michigan morons in the BIG wilderness. What a place to die, though.

Watched a big black bear munching on a car hit dead deer in the ditch along US 131 just north of Big Rapids, Mi. This is rural but a college town, so there is a lot of traffic and people in the area. Had to call my son on the cell phone, he was travelling behind me, to see if I was seeing what I thot I was seeing. I was.

Once had a great white snowy owl sitting in my front yard (on a little hill overlooking our lake) He was sitting on a RR tie that is used for landscaping the slope. It was snowing pretty hard and shafts of sunlight were spiking down through the clouds and splashing off the snow on the fozen lake below. Kinda surreal and beautiful.

I am also reminded about the old geezer hermit who lived in a trailer out in a several hundred acre woodlot in the Manistee forest nearby. He was arrested for ahem, cough, uh, having "relations" with the local animal population. When he was appearing before the magistrate he wished to plead guilty and the magistrate was quizzing him about his cough, ahem, behaviour. Clyde, did you have relations with goats? Yes your honor, guilty. With sheep? Yes, your honor, guilty. With large dogs? Yes your honor, guilty. With turkeys, Clyde? :what: !!!???Turkeys???!!!:what:

:D grampster:D

December 11, 2003, 03:11 PM
Great posts! And people ask me why I hunt, fish, and hike!

Since the time I started this thread, I've lost my dad...and I guess I've been thinking more and more about time he and I spent together in the outdoors: watching his hands tie on a lure, wondering if my hands would ever be so big and strong; watching him as he fired a rifle, and wondering if he was remembering firing a rifle in France, as he got a distant look in his eyes; having him read tracks in the woods as if he was reading a book laid open for us. I go out in the woods now and I feel close to him again. That's what the woods can do!

December 11, 2003, 06:24 PM
Very sorry to hear about your dad. My dad was my best hunting buddy before he passed away. My dad fell getting into a tree stand one year and broke his back. The top rung broke and when he fell his back hit a root sticking up out of the ground. Poor man lay there for an hour unabale to move until my brother (who had gotten up late) came along. Hunting was always painful for him after that.
On a lighter note I remember one time he and I were walking in the woods before daylight with flashlights to go deer hunting. I was not yet old enough to hunt on my own and he was going to let me stay with him all day. He wanted to hunt a ridge that he had not hunted before so I was behind him taging along. Next thing I know he disappeared up to his waste in an old grave that had sunken and was filled with leaves. My dad let out a cry I had never heard form him before. Scared him to death just about. No one even new the graveyard was even there. Very old one with only rocks for tombstones. The old man who owned the property said his grandpa had told him of a slave graveyard way back in the woods but he had never seen it.

December 14, 2003, 09:25 PM
In coastal S. TX I saw a Mexican eagle once flying overhead with a snake it had just caught. The snake was wiggleing back and forth so must have just snatched it off the ground. The snake was about twice as long as the eagle. That image has stuck with me for 10 years.
That was really cool.

December 14, 2003, 09:44 PM
Great thread. Here's one from last turkey season.

Had a hen come right up to me while I was calling from the base of a tree. I wasn't really behind any cover--just hunkered in plain sight on my little portable seat. She walked up within about ten feet of me, clucking all the way, then puttered along to my left. Stayed there in sight for a good ten minutes or so, just pecking and clucking.

As far as cool memories... will never forget my dad teaching me to fly cast on a river near our house. In the summers, I spent almost every afternoon in that river, catching bream and small bass.

December 16, 2003, 02:49 PM
Was Muley hunting in MT this year and noticed quite a few of the fawns were real small for some reason. Came up over a little rise one morning with the wind blowing across me about 30-40 mph and here lays a little fawn looking directly away from me only 50 feet ahead of me or so. Decided to have a little fun. Snuck up behind it within 10-12 feet only and went "BOOOOO". Scared the bejeebers out of the little bugger. It only ran about 50 feet and stopped to look back and the expression on it's face was priceless.

Mike Irwin
December 17, 2003, 05:58 PM
Probably the oddest/neatest was walking along in some serious woods and finding an old cast iron cook stove.

Turns out that the area had once been farms back in the 1800s, and the road leading through the area had been fairly well traveled.

There were apparently a number of farms and the like along the road, all long, long gone. After some more searching through the brush I found a low stone foundation that had supported the house, some odds and ends of domestic life (buttons, a spoon, a few other things), and of course, the stove. When the place was abandoned it was apparently too heavy to move.

For having been left rusting for the better part of 100 years it was still in fairly decent shape. I thought seriously about trying to get it out, but it would have been a monumental task.

December 19, 2003, 05:49 PM
Was hiking in the woods in the northeast a good number of years ago at night. Came over a small rise in the woods on the trail. Up ahead, maybe 100 yards, there was a cabin. The yellow glow in the windows told us the lights were on in the cabin, so we knew someone must have been there. We would be passing by it, but it was a bit off the trail. As we got closer, we could see something kind of grubbing around the back. (The back of the cabin was more towards the trail, but was probably 30 yards from the trail.) There was a small deck and the closer we got, we could hear what sounded like something going through garbage cans. We had heard in town the day before that a lot of people in the area had been reporting that their garbage cans had been scattered around, so we thought this may be what had been causing the trouble.

As we got closer to the cabin, we could see movement around the garbage cans in the back. We stopped and looked through the binoculars (didn't want to suprise a bear). We could not make out the form, but could see it moving. It had evidently knocked over one garbage can and was going through the garbage. I picked up a stick and through it down the trail, making a little sound. The thing stopped and looked toward the trail. Still unable to make out what is was, we hiked just a little closer. The thing stood up.

It was only about 3 feet tall. Kind of greyish-green, but more gray. Did not have any fur and stood on two legs. The arms were very skinny and a little too long for it's body. It looked like a very small man, but the head was much too large for it's body. The eyes were huge and the nose was so small we almost couldn't make it out, but it was there. There was almost no mouth - maybe none. Couldn't tell. Saw no ears.

Then the thing saw us. It was almost like a predator stare. Both large eyes fixed on us like it was calculating. If felt like the hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I was sure it could hear my heart beating. At this point we were probably about 30 yards from it. I felt very uneasy. My friend and I whispered quietly, wondering what in the world this thing was. I could tell my friend was very nervous, too.

The thing took a few steps in our direction and we turned and RAN in the direction from where we came. We had no guns with us, but we couldn't be sure if it was human or not, so would not have fired, anyway. We kept looking back as we ran and I felt sure the thing would be there, but didn't see it again. We decided to continue for a LONG time back towards town.


December 19, 2003, 10:54 PM
Great thread, the stories are excellent.

The family was up at the cabin in northern Michigan, and like many times before, my 4 year old son and me got up early to go for a ride to see if we can spot some deer. Well after about an hour of driving around, (no deer) a rabbit comes out the woods and runs right across the road in front of us with a coyote chasing about 20 feet behind. I got a good look, but my son didn't so I turned around and went back to where they crossed the road.
We were both amazed to see that coyote sitting about 25 feet off the road with that rabbit in its mouth, just staring back at us.

Another time while golfing, saw a Bald Eagle swoop down and take a trout out of a large pond while teeing off.

And once had a bobcat run across the trail in front of me while snowmobiling.

But by far the strangest thing to ever happen was during deer season last year.
We had just had a successful late afternoon hunt (2 tags filled out of three of us) we headed to town to shower abo.ut 9:30-10:00. We're driving down a pitch black dark county road when we see a guy laying face down in the ditch along the road in our headlights. We figure somebody ran into him and left him for dead.
We stop to help, but it appears as if he's not breathing. Mind you, its pitch black out, in the middle of nowhere, and we're a bit unerved by this. So we call 911. Cops come with ambulance.
I tell this story only because there's a happy ending. Turns out this guy was on medication for some medical condition that reacted with another medication he was taking.
He was driving for some trucking company and realized something was wrong, became delirious, and could'nt drive. So he decides to try to walk back to town and call his dad for a ride. (about 10 miles away)
Anyways, thats the story the State Troopers told us the following day when we went back to see if he was OK.

December 22, 2003, 03:12 PM
Here is a story my Dad always liked telling.
Dad and my Grandfather went deer hunting one morning and Dad left Grandpa where he was going to hunt and went on up the mountain a ways. Dad said he heard my Grandpa shoot about 1/2 hour after he got to his spot. Dad decided he better go see if Grandpa had killed a deer. When he got to my Grandpa he asked where the deer was. Grandpa said thier was no deer but he had shot at a fox but had missed it. Dad went over to where the fox had been and there was a fresh roll of poop still steaming. I guess he missed it but sure scared the poop out of him. :D Just funny when you think about it.

December 22, 2003, 03:23 PM
One more that comes to mind. Not really about hunting but kinda funny. I used to work in a plant for about 8 years. There was this one guy, I am sure everyone knows someone like this, that thought he knew everything about everything. I guess just about every man that worked there hunted all thier lives, we were all just a bunch of country boys. Well "Mike" as I will call him of course knew everything about deer and deer hunting :rolleyes: . Anyway the back of the plant was only about 30 feet from the river. We would see deer across the river all the time. One evening a small spike buck must have fell into the river and could not get back up the bank. Mike decided to laso the animal and help it to safety. He drove around to the other side and began trying to laso the deer. The deer took off across the river to our side, ran up the bank past us and into the highway in front of the plant where it was struck and killed by a car. Way to go Mike :rolleyes: .

December 23, 2003, 09:42 PM
Backpacking once with The Kids (~6 & 10) & The Ex (ugh) at the Ice Caves/Lost Creek, CO .... had a nice camp fire but with this 'coon that wouldn't stay away.

Not rabid or anything, just "too used" to human companionship, ya know? the campground beggar in some parts.

Tossed in for the night with all the food tied up in a bag & hung from a largish rock overhang. & as an aside, I have yet to really ever been bothered by any critter going after food, or otherwise (excepting one coon in Fla - another story .... )

At about 2AM, I'm wakened by a nasty clattering.

A flashlight beam reveales this coon jumping off the top of this rock overhang & trying to land on our foodbag .... Oops! missed again, & off he goes, bouncing off the rocks below & again to the top of the rock to try again ... & again, & again. Hoorendous noisemakings!

Rascal! ;)

Sighted him a few times through the .22 auto pistol & flashlight, but couldn't bring myself to. Seems he couldn't & neither could I.

We both woke up next dawn ....

These Ice Caves, if you've never been there are fairly cool enough.

A huge pilings of boulders where the (Lost) creek flows in & out of various areas in this locale - hence, the name.

On even a 100+ day, you can crawl down into these "caves" & find ice piled up, that has never melted in our lifetime, & the temp is a very cool 50-60 ... not so bad a deal when way too hot, huh?

Got a story about a couple Boy Scouts getting sucked underground there once .... very dicey, that one ....

Yesterday. doing some VCR taping for the kids - the Holidays, ya know - & a bald eagle flew past our front window - just below it! mind you.

So cool Colorado is! ;)

The mule deer rut is dialing down & just the 4-bys are out now, strutting for the left-overs. The 6-bys & +'s have gone back into hiding & we don't have the Big Boys in our yard any more ..... (sigh)

When about 16 once, living in Bossier City, LA, we took a seinedown to the Red River to play some. Oneof us three had a 20 ga shotgun.

We worked this one section partitioned by a sandbar to gather in some shad to sell to the local country store (prolly to get more $ for our illicit things to do) ...

Two of us worked the seine whilst the other manned the shotgun - just in case.

Shad started jumping their way over the net & ??? Johnson (I do disremember) started smoking shad outa the air - 20 feet max! & really doesn't matter what load you're shooting 2 lb shad with at that range. ;)

Too funny still.

Shooting gar, off a river bank witha 20 ga slug makes 'em look like a WW2 sub taking a torp hit a'broadside, BTW.

If you've never bow-fished - you should. Whole 'nother deal.

If you take 5 year old boys winter camping in Colorado, please do take extra clothes when dallying anywhere near anything akin to running water at all. There's a whole lesson there that I did pass. ;)

When doing a Boy Scoutmaster deal once, we camped out at a handy spot (Lost Creel, again) where it was stop here, or go another 2 miles to the next sdecent flat spot - nasty weather.

I woke early & headed to the creek for some extra water before making coffee.

Turns out the Girl Scouts had camped across the creek earlier, & unseen, the night before.

As I was filling my water bottles, a wonderous Scoutmaster of the opposite persuassion came out of her tent - note the words I just used are fairly inept a discription. "Oozed" is uncouth, as would be anything else I could say.

This beautiful blonde unzipped her tent & did her normal thing to walk into the daylight.

It is only our male inclinations that would ascribe anything other than what she wouldnormally do. We males are pigs, but justly so, I'd guess.

But what an impact!

She was beautiful! as every move she made was.

Just the barest 1/2 T-shirt - nothing else.

We made eye contact & exchanged morning greetings non-chalantally.

Scouts are gentlemanlly, as are their women.... :cool:

These Ladies, turns out, have a Troop of their own that takes to skinny0dipping in the creek.

Was all we could do to watch over Our Boys to make sure they weren't "watching the creek Too Closely" through the day.

Boys do need some supervision, no?

Quite the treat, all in all.

Went to the woods at least ahundred times & not a darned thing happened - didn't get a thing hunting, frooze some, had car problems, or nothing special ever happened other than just being out & away from the normal grind.

& ya know?, each one of those times was better than not going out at all.

December 24, 2003, 05:01 AM
Hehe.. funny thats NOT the reason Lost Creek is my fave place to backpack in Colorado.

Too true you can walk under ground with the creek here and there.. wild place.

I carried a fellow backpacker out of there once.. took three of us taking turns carrying her on our backs. Scoutmaster satyed with her at the trailhead, buddy and I forced marched back to the resupply area of our 50 miler.

So the gist of it was.. 3 days early myself and buddy John had hiked 60 some miles, some of it off trail and through a high altitude methane swamp to link back up with the rest of the gang, 10 of it carrying someone else. I ended up with a strained achilles tendon that would "pop" everytime I took a downhill step. I rested up for a day but had to call it quits. Soaked in a hot tub for 3 hours a day for a week.. took a long time for my ankle to feel right.

December 24, 2003, 03:13 PM
This was more of a "on the river" than "in the woods"...But, I think it fits the thread.

After a long, hard, frigid miserable day of late-season duck hunting on the upper Niagara River, we finally managed to shoot one, lousy hen mallard just before dark. My friend's dog retrieved the still flapping duck to me, and I asked him if I could throw it out for my (then young, now old) own black lab to practice retrieving.

I heaved the duck out toward the river, where it righted itself and flew off - literally -- into the sunset.

Catch & Release: It's not just for fishermen anymore.

December 24, 2003, 10:07 PM
I was working in a rural part of the county.Building a garage.
Every morning a flock (?) of wild turkeys came through,a tom
and 4 or 5 hens and some young'uns.Every afternoon they came back through.
One day,as I was standing on a ladder nailing on some siding,they all came through.
I would drive a nail and when I stopped,they all gobbled at the same time!
They started to do this about 50 yards away.Soon they were all gathered around
the base of the ladder doing the group gobble at the end of the hammering.
At first I was thinking this is kind of cool,but they wouldn't leave!
I was getting a little freaked out,they just stood there eyeballin' me and gobbling
every time I stopped hammering.
After about 10 minutes I called one of the guys I worked with to chase them away.
He just laughed and said "I think they think your the leader".
Thanks alot!
They finally wandered away,but still were group gobbling when I stopped
hammering till they were out of earshot.
If I had my shotgun(or even a nail gun) I could of had eaten for a couple of weeks!
Still can't figure that one out.


Double Naught Spy
December 24, 2003, 11:59 PM
In New Mexico near Apache Junction, a buddy took me to watch the antics of beavers and muskrats at a beaver pond. We were leaning against a barbwire fence when we heard a rustling. He tapped me on the shoulder and made a shush motion with his finger over his lips. Out from the grass came a large skunk. My first thought was to run, but my buddy put his hand on my shoulder. The skunk walked up, sniffed my left foot, my right, then moved and did the same to my buddy and then just continued on down the fence line.

While surveying on Prince of Wales Island in Alaska, I found a Victor 8" trap, snapped shut, long since rusted, containing the remains of 4 toes, the proximal digits. Sad. It is now in my library.

Browns Fan
January 2, 2004, 09:03 PM
When I was a kid, me and a friend of mine was walking the rails (you know, like a balance beam) on the set of railroad tracks by our house when we saw a headless opposum laying beside the tracks (maybe he was crossing the tracks when a train came along and "played 'possum" laying his head on the tracks?). Anyway this crazy friend of mine jumps off of the rail onto the body of this 'possum and all of the guts and maggots inside come spewing out. The smell was incredibly unbearable and the sight was just about the grossest thing I've ever seen. I almost puked, my friend did, since he got the mess all over his shoes.

:barf: :barf: :barf:

January 3, 2004, 01:45 PM
While working for the Peregrine Fund's aplomado falcon re-introduction project, I was on a ranch in south Texas, observing baby falcons as they learned to take care of themselves... they like to play with objects. Most amusingly, they would sometimes "attack" hunks of dried manure, even to the point of grabbing it in their talons and flying off with it.

January 4, 2004, 02:57 AM
Once, when I was a kid, seeing two cottontail rabbits box. It was a full moon, just after dark, and they would jump up on their hind legs and spar with their forepaws.

Second, more memorable, I was walking along the gravel road to school, about 11:00 AM, when I hear a hissing in the borrow ditch. Looked to see what was going on and there was a big ball of garter snakes, all writhing around, tails and heads sticking out every which way, red tongues flicking in and out and all of them hissing. The ball was about 12" in diameter, and solid with snakes.

Absolutely scared the liver out of me. I went for years, and never told a soul what I had seen, until I ran across some other folks who had had similar experiences. That was almost 60 years ago, I can remember my reaction like it was yesterday!

Funniest one happened this summer. I have to set the stage..I built a barn, with the mandoor upstairs off the loft, it opens out onto the top of a carport which looks suspiciously like a deck. I got up one morning, and headed out the door aiming for the rail at the edge of the deck in order to urinate. Standing right there, right below me was a bull moose. If I had been quieter, in my not yet awake state, I would probably have urinated on his antlers.

Most interesting? Hearing a cougar eat a deer. Seems the cat didn't bother killing the deer, just started eating on it. The deer made a lot of noise for a long time. Also, at that same time of year, same place, (North Idaho), got to hear a cougar scream several times on several different nights. Unforgettable. It was especially interesting, because at that time, many years ago, zoologists claimed that cougars didn't scream. they said the night zookeepers who claimed that they did were just making it up, and the bush rangers, the trappers, timbercruisers and pack-in hunters who said the same thing, were obviously uneducated louts who couldn't possible be right.

Ain't it amazing how higher education can make a person stupid sometimes? (Before you flamers jump my case for iimpugning the honor of the over-educated, let me remind you I am three classes away from being ABD.)

Darn, this is a wonderful thread. I'm sitting here and remembering one story after another..the field of diamonds, the cougar in the park in ventura, CA, oh boy.

God bless and y'all be careful out there.:cool:

January 4, 2004, 09:53 AM
There are so many cooler stories than mine, but I want to add my $.02.

This deer season, sitting on my little hunting seat on the edge of this field, but just inside the woods, I was intently watching this little red squirrel do his thing. You know, chasing grey sqirrels and generally being a noisy little pest. Suddenly the grey's all run like mad to the woods. And the normal bustle of the woods stops... except the red menace, standing on his hind legs, proud of himself for removing the offending trespassers and still barking. Next thing I know, a cooper's hawk comes out of nowhere and snatches that red squirrel up in one smooth touch and go.

I had a fawn sniff my boots once when I was sitting in a snowbank. After a few minutes, I whispered "boo" and the little deer bolted in a cloud of powdery snow.

My dad watched two bucks fight 40 yards in front of his treestand once. Said he just couldn't shoot... just too cool to interfere with.
(Dad won't go near a computer, so I told that one for him)

A word about dads if I may. For many of us, dad is the man who taught us basic woodsmanship, marksmanship, how to stalk, how to dress game... how to hunt. We owe much to dad, and must fill those shoes and teach our own kids these things. My most cherished times in the woods are those chances I get now, as an adult, to go hunting with that stubborn, crotchety, lovable old man. He still amazes me with his ability to shoot, his willingness to push through the thickest brush, no matter how much I protest, and his ability to kill deer in the worst weather, in the most improbable spots, year after year. I can only hope to be that good someday.

Thanks Johnpl for starting the best thread I've read yet, and all of you for adding such cool shi-er-stuff to it.

January 4, 2004, 10:17 AM
Jeez, I forgot the coolest thing... backpacking in TR national park in ND, down in the bottom of a coulie, me and two buddies, all AF medics, find a horse skeleton, complete, on it's side, with a broken back leg. As we're poking around the remains, I find an empty balloonhead 45-70 case on the ground. I still have that case (shhh!) We surmized that the horse fell down the coulie, and had to be dispatched by a cav trooper.

January 5, 2004, 02:03 PM
I almost got crapped on by a large blue heron...I was sneaking down the edge of a cornfield near a stream. I may have startled it as it came over the edge of the field, because it almost whitewashed me with a gallon of birdbomb.

My dad has never laughed so hard in his life...he was about 15 yards behind me.

That would be considered my "closest call" with wildlife.

January 5, 2004, 02:31 PM

Anytime you have critters crawling up your legs is a very cool thing. Means you've "disappeared" & are "invisible." = Good stuff & good doin's. You now get to watch unincombered & aren't really an alien part of your environ anymore.

Not "the woods," but just a drive to take The Wife to work this AM:

We live by a goodly lake & the air temp's about nothing - water's warmer.

Huge cloud bank all around = way foggy, but just in most places.

Sun rising through the fog - vagarities of reds, rust, fawn, blues-to-bruised.

Very nifty sunrise & alas, no camera. :barf: :D

September 15, 2004, 03:00 PM
Such a great thread, had to resurrect it.......

Most memorable time:

Dad and I were bowhunting javelina in S. Texas. Dad shot one, and we hung it in a tree and gut it (I'll never gut nor eat another javelina again, but that is another story). We were in deep in a brushy mesquite thicket. About halfway through the job, we hear teeth popping, and another herd of javelina moved in, not more than 20 yards away through the brush. A javelina was about 15 yds away facing me, just begging for a shot to the forehead. Which I gave him, dead center. I am here to tell you, a broadhead from a 65lb draw weight bow will not penetrate a javaleen's brain. Matter of fact, it really only pisses him off.

Javalina's scatter, teeth popping, running all around us; the "unicorn" javelina with the arrow sticking out of his head proceeds to charge us. He chased one or the other of us around for a good 30 seconds before veering off in the brush, never to be seen again. We blood trailed him for half a day through some of the thickest cactus/mesquite country you can imagine, and never found the arrow or the javelina.

September 15, 2004, 07:53 PM
Sitting at Camp Muir, about 10,000 foot level on Mount Rainier, watching the lights of trucks on 1-90 at Vantage, about 150 miles away. The next morning, was up before sunrise for the summit climb, and watched the glaciers turn a glowing gold as the sun came up. Amazing sight.

September 17, 2004, 09:09 AM
I was hunting down in S. Texas and this javelina came by with an arrow stuck in his forhead and boy did he look mad. Well any ways ....................................... :D

Ok, I'm just kidding. I don't even know what a javelina is? Time to google.


September 17, 2004, 03:24 PM
In Michigan's Upper Peninsula once, while driving down a dirt road, I saw hawk attacking a ruffed grouse. Both birds were on the ground. The hawk was small, about the same size as the grouse. I got out of the car, chased the hawk away and caught the grouse. We (my partners and I) ate it.

My friend from Wisconsin said "I like hunting grouse here. You don't have to shoot them, you just drive around and pick them."

I wonder if this was legal? Grouse season was open, I was hunting grouse, I had a valid license, I was wearing orange, and I left my vehicle to catch the bird.

Mossy Bloke
September 17, 2004, 04:20 PM
...but had something neat happen last year during dove season.

Had a dove fly by me not too far out one morning. I shot it and it fell. About 2 seconds after it hit the ground it pops up and flies off. So I shot it again and dropped it. Walked out and picked it up and put it in an empty shell box.

About 30 minutes later I'm sitting there on my stool and up out of that box that same dove pops and flies off AGAIN! So I stand up and shoot it again.

It was most certainly dead that last time. I don't know if I just knocked the wind out of it the first two times or what. We laughed about that for 30 minutes that morning.

In retrospect, I kind of wish I'd let him fly away the last time. He deserved it.

September 18, 2004, 11:31 PM
Once saw a unicorn picking apples with its horn.
We were in the woods hunting mushrooms at the time

I was halfway up the side of Mt. Madison in the White Mountains of New Hampshire one night and the thousands of ferns in the forest turned into Komodo Dragons.

As for more sober exploits . . . .

I was mountain biking once in the Tourne Park in Northern New Jersey and came around a bend face to face with a startled 4 foot tall Tom.

Most gorgeous thing I ever saw was a Mother Moose bathing her child in a beaver pond near camels hump in Vermont.

Dumbest thing I ever heard was the annual pilgrimage of weekend Mass-holes into the valley I used to live in, in Vermont, who would routinely see a deer and open up full bore with 4, 5 or 6 shots in a row. They never came out with anything, but always make a heck of a lot of noise. Never paid attention, but I wonder if any of these clueless clods was John Kerry. Ya know, he's a hunter and a vietnam vet:barf:

September 19, 2004, 01:46 PM
Your post about the tom jogged a memory...

Driving towards Back Bay Wildlife refuge to go fishing one morning, I saw a tom and his harem not 10 feet from the road. Granted this was rural southeastern VA, but still...

Found a 'coon with his gut ripped open one morning and a thin pine branch sticking out of him. Still don't know about that one.

Caught a flounder in a crab trap once.

Had a boat sink out from under me in the Dismal swamp canal, and later that same day another boat I was on started to split at the bow seam and was taking on water (crappy Owens boats, they were known to do that...)

September 21, 2004, 12:14 PM
"Caught a flounder in a crab trap once."

Been there done that, this summer. Didn't even realize they were there. Bottom line: NRA4LIFE has lots of Flounder in the freezer now.

Also on one outing this year, we caught several gigantic sea stars in our traps. Very beatiful creatures, some as big as man hole covers.

September 21, 2004, 02:48 PM
I have also caught the occassional flounder in a crab trap (we always called'em pots).

It immediatley set me to thinking if you made a contraption similiar to a crab pot but with bigger funnels and baited it somehow with minnows etc it might make an excellent flounder trap.

Never tried it but I bet it would work.


September 21, 2004, 03:16 PM
I have been hesitant about putting this in here but here is Strangest, weirdest, coolest thing seen in the woods?

When I was a teenager back in the seventies (this could posibly explain it.), three friends and I were out goofing off on a farm. Two of the guys challenged each other to stir up some bees in a dead tree and then run real fast out of danger. Timmy and I decided that we would just watch the fun from a far away bench that was next to a tractor shed. The braver of the two of us would sneak up to the tree, poke a stick into the hole, wiggle it and run like hell with bees hot on their trail.

On about their third time do this, the two idiots were running like mad, with the bees, I saw something out beyond them in the cow pasture, just over a slight ridge. To this day, I still doubt what I saw. It had off white hair covering it. It was running real fast on two legs and had a shoulder width that was about double mine and had a large head with no neck. It ran with a slight limp. I saw it from the waist up because it was on the other side of the ridge. I watched it until it was out of sight and then I turned my head to see Timmy sitting beside me eyes the size of silver dollars with his jaw hitting the ground. He looked as shocked as I felt.

The other two guys did not see it because they were running towards us with bees hot on their tail. Of course we had to tell them about it and of course they did not believe us. They ribbed us for a long time telling everyone that Timmy and I were thatched in the head.

Well, that's the Strangest, weirdest, coolest thing seen in the woods?

I dont expect anyone to believe me.


September 22, 2004, 12:06 AM
A few years back I was driving my survey party to a remote worksite near the Dead River in the U.P of Michigan. We came around a sharp curve in the road and I had to stop short for the ugliest darn horse I ever saw! It took a second to realize that I was looking at a moose, the first one I had encountered in the area. Later that week we had to run a line over a 400 foot ridge in the same area. We came to a cliff and looked down on two bald eagles flying below us, a whole new perspective.

September 22, 2004, 10:07 AM
On Monday I was driving one of my daughter's friends home. About two blocks from her house we saw what looked like the fattest squirrel I have ever seen.

I stopped the car to look again and saw that it was a Siamese twin squirrel. I got out of the car and walked right up to it. It moved more slowly than a normal squirrel but got around OK. The main body was healthy and then it had a smaller body with short stubby limbs that was hanging down from its chin. It almost looked like it was carrying a young squirrel in its mouth, but the atrophied limbs could not belong to a young squirrel. There was no sign of another head, just another body hanging down from the chin.

I am going to try to take some pictures in the next few days if I can see it again. If I get some I will post them here.

As it is the only other witness is my daughter's 8 year old friend.

September 23, 2004, 02:32 AM
A couple of funny stories... My hunting buddy and I were walking through the woods... All was quiet as we came up on this old oil rig. We check it out cause it's out in the middle of nowhere and then turn our backs and walk away. We get about 10 feet from it and the thing STARTS UP! When you're in the woods, and everything is quiet, these things are LOUD! My legs almost gave as I thought it was blowing up or something... We laughed all the way back to the jeep and could hear it most of the way back... So it hadn't run for at least an hour as we approached it... What are the chances?! :D

The second story is me being goofy in the woods... There is this big pond where we hunt and we had just gotten our 2 way radios. I was in a tree just watching for deer, and so was my bud, but he was around 200 yards away. I get down, approach the pond and I see him walking on the other side... So I put my bow down and start doing the running man dance, in my full camo mind you, I'm sure it looked a bit funny... So anyway, he looks at me and keeps walking... Not getting the response I thought I'd get, I radio to him and say, "Dude, did you even see me?" He replies back with, "Huh? I'm still in my tree." LOL

Never found out who that was.... :D


September 23, 2004, 08:41 AM

Those weren't as funny the third time.:p

September 28, 2004, 12:38 PM
Actually didn't witness it, just saw film.
Turkey hunter had his decoys out, flock of turkeys slowly meandered up near the blind, a big longbeard started strutting his stuff, the hunter raised his gun, ---- Suddenly from off camera came a blur, and a coyote hurtled into view, and slammed into---a decoy. Momentum carried the coyote thru the decoy and into the front of the blind where he realized something was wrong. He beat a hasty retreat leaving the hunters laughing.
Still picture the coyote thinking, "what just happened?"

September 28, 2004, 01:20 PM
I live in the woods these days, though most of the strange things I've seen involve my roommate :D One funny incident took place the week before last, when Willow was hit with a very long and soggy rain storm. It rained for many cold days and nights, and the ground was about overflowing. I had a pup with me in my shack, a six month old GSD female. I let her out about two AM after she starts jumping around. About ten minutes later I hear her barking and running back and forth in front of the shack. I open the door and see her dodging and weaving around. I realize she's fighting with *something* in the dark. Whatever it is, it's PO'd big time and up on its hind legs. Looks like a little beaver. I dispatch it with my CZ and bring the flashlight out to look. It's a huge muskrat! Must have been flooded out of its usual swampy home and tried to make a new one under my shack. The pup hadn't done much damage to it as far as I could see.

Byron Quick
September 29, 2004, 05:38 AM
Back in May I was down in the flood plain of Terlingua Creek. I was sitting in a chair on top of the deck on Art's 4runner. Had a disemboweled rabbit wired to a barbwire fence that we had been baiting for several days. The raked ground underneath the wire had tracks earlier in the day. Either a big bobcat or a small mountain lion. I was hoping for a mountain lion. I saw nada. After dark, I drive back up the mountain to Art's house. He's grinning at me. Seems a big bobcat had walked up on his front porch and rubbed up against his coffee table.

Had a great horned owl perch on a limb within touching distance of me one morning. He looked around in the predawn light and after a few minutes you could see his attention suddenly snap into a laser intensity. He fell off the branch as he snapped his wings open. The last I saw of him, he was soaring through the tree trunks with only the occasional beat of his wings. My buddy was in a tree stand about 150 yards away watching a gray squirrel hopping around on the ground when here came the owl. Last he saw the squirrel was in the talons of the owl...still chittering.

In the same swamp, I was walking on the only dry trail in the place. I came around a bend and was face to face with a possum. That sucker bowed up at me and hissed! Like he wanted to contest who was going to walk in the mud here.

September 29, 2004, 09:42 AM
Watching two bucks butt heads for about 45 minutes. I'd never seen that before and it was amazing to watch.

September 29, 2004, 04:37 PM
Our church had a Youth Pastor who had decided to take a group of Jr. High boys on a camping trip. They arrived at the desired site late in the afternoon and set up camp. They were getting their tents up when a skunk wanders through the middle of their site. Our pastor tells all the boys to be quiet but sees one, out of the corner of his eye, pick up a rock. The boy takes aim, and just as the pastor yells, Don't!", the boy lets the rock fly and hits the skunk right in the head. The startled skunk begins running around in circles and spraying the tents and everything left laying around. The pastor and kids just pulled up the tents, repacked the cars and began the long, smelly ride home.

This same man told a great story (though not out in the woods at the time) about driving on the highway here in Kansas City. He was in the left lane and wanted to move to the right lane. He looked over his right shoulder, saw the lane was clear, and began to change lanes. When he looked forward again, there was another car in the right lane heading straight for him. He quickly swerved to the right shoulder and glanced backwards to see if the car had hit any of the other drivers on the road. The other car was nowhere to be seen. He eased back onto the highway and saw out in front of him a pickup truck someone was using to haul their belongings, and tied to the back-end of the truck was a large mirror.

November 20, 2005, 03:45 PM
Bump for an ancient but worthwhile thread.

Anyone have anything cool, weird, strange, or funny happen in the woods this year?


Capt. Charlie
November 20, 2005, 04:59 PM
Not this year, but when I was a LOT younger, I was walking the fields of a local ranch late at night. Warm night, full moon, fog settled in the valleys... beautiful! I was near a treeline when something screamed like a stabbed woman, almost at my feet. Can we say heart failure here? Found out later that I'd gotten too close to a fox den, and that was her way of telling me to "get lost" .

I was a back country ranger at Grand Canyon in the 70's, and we were patrolling the Tuweep area of the Canyon. We opted to camp outside the park, at an area called Mt. Trumbull, at around 8000 feet. Much cooler, and no damned bugs. Now we heard coyotes singing every night; no big deal. But about 1 AM, we woke up to something much deeper and richer. Mournful and drawn out. I've heard coyotes by the hundreds, and wolves by the dozens, and I'd swear these were wolves,... and CLOSE! I've studied wolves and I know that they don't generally pose a threat, but that sound definitely puts the hair up on the back of your neck. Next day we checked in with Park Ranger John Riffy (a literal legend in AZ, RIP John), & he suggested that we might have heard Mexican Wolves. Interesting, especially since they've been deemed extinct since the early part of the 1900's, but then, that's mighty remote country. The reason it came back to memory is that, only a few years ago, the presence of Mexican Wolves was confirmed in AZ. John knew that all along.

The funniest had to be my cousin and wife, and the "great bear caper". Cuz and his wife are tenderfeet... city folk. We all went to Cook Forest, PA for a couple of days, and their version of camping is a cabin on the river. The whole trip they had been bugging me about wanting to see a bear. We hiked the Longfellow Trail, and I pointed out bear scrapes and scat, and they kept saying I was BSing them. That evening, and after one two many beers, I decided to call it a night. I was just about to doze off when cuz and wife came RUNNING back into the cabin, slamming and locking doors and windows. They looked like they'd seen a ghost, and when I asked what all the fuss was about, all cuz could manage was "B-B-B-BEAR!!" :rolleyes: . I looked outside, and lo and behold, a medium sized black bear was helping himself to the munchies on the picnic table thoughfully provided by cuz. I turned back to them and said "I thought you wanted to see a bear?" . Geeze, city slickers! :D

November 20, 2005, 05:03 PM
Earlier this summer, I was hiking NE of Granite Falls, along the Mountain Loop Highway (in Washington state), when I came along someone's meth manufacturing setup. And the most interesting thing was the distillation vessel was still warm, indicating that someone has only minutes ago turned off the propane burner underneath it. I carefully did a 360 look, checking for whom was watching me from the woods, did not see anyone, and promptly retraced my steps down the trail.

The most frightening thing was when I was hiking in National Forest land down by Mt. Rainier. I passed a sandwich board (of all things) at the trailhead saying 'military training in progress'. There were about four Humvees and 2 two ton trucks at the trailhead. I thought nothing of it, insofar as in certain areas of the state, you often encounter Army troops from Ft. Lewis doing training, climbing or routefinding exercises. About an hour later, I walked right into a simulated ambush set up by a platoon of British Army Gurkhas that were there doing some training with the Rangers from Ft. Lewis. I did not notice a thing until a whistle blew and suddenly 12 Gurkhas arose from the brush in front of and to the side of me. I almost crapped my pants, insofar as they all had SA-80's and a light machine gun, which they all very kindly were not pointing at me. We all had a good laugh, and I continued up the trail. I never did see any of the Rangers. That was the second time that I had ever seen Gurkhas in the flesh. They really do carry those kukri knives.

Another interesting thing when I was hiking along a ridgeline in the Cascades, and a flight of four A-6 intruders from Whidbey flew about 50 feet over my head on their way to the Yakima Firing Range. They were practicing terrain-following maneuvers, and I watched them until they went out of visual range. Amazing how closely they were able to hug the nap of the earth.

No interesting hunting stories involving animals, though.

November 20, 2005, 05:41 PM
About two months ago I was driving south on Route 10 from Northhampton to Easthampton MA. This road goes through business and light wooded areas. As I got to one patch of woods, about 75 yards ahead of me a large dark animal burst out of the woods to my right and began to run across the road. At first I thought it was a large dog but as it passed in front of me I saw that it was a black bear, maybe 150-175 pounds just running for all it was worth.

About two miles down the road I stopped at a sporting goods store I know and mentioned it to the owner and a city cop who happened to be there. The cop just laughed and said that last year they had about 175 bear calls but this year the bears were so numerous that people just stopped calling.

November 20, 2005, 06:15 PM
The weirdest thing that has happened to me was last year during hunting season. I was in my tree stand and a sparrow flew into my leg. I decided right then that my camo actually did work.

November 20, 2005, 07:35 PM
Ditto on finding and following cougar tracks. Found mine on Crooked Island, Florida (it's not really an island, but a peninsula). They're as big as an ashtray!

Other cool thing I saw was a Sandhill Crane catching and eating a chipmunk. I figured the cranes were carnivorous, as I've seen them fishing, but I was probably as surprised as the chipmunk was.

I've also seen artic owls twice while deer hunting in Michigan.

Capt. Charlie
November 20, 2005, 10:47 PM
Cougars. At one time, the North Kiabab Plateau had the highest concentration of them on the planet. Still lots of them there. Another ranger and I were assigned to patrol the North Bright Angel trail. This is a back country trail that's little used and requires a permit to hike, so there's no telling what you're likely to encounter. Now this was late July, and anybody that's ever backpacked inner canyon will tell you that, unless you're part camel, you find someplace shady to hole up mid day till the shadows get long again. We were several miles down at about 11 am and found a nice pinion pine to siesta under till things cooled down. We dumped our packs, and I decided to hike down to the next bend in the trail to see what awaited, while Bob propped himself under that tree and closed his eyes. It was only a few minutes later and I heard Bob let out a yell loud enough to start an avalanche. I ran back and arrived just in time to see a shadow flit back up among the rocks. Bob was sitting there breathing hard, eyes as big a saucers :what: . I asked him what happened and he said he was almost asleep when he got "that feeling" of being watched, opened his eyes, and found a cougar sitting right at his feet, looking at him with it's head cocked. He said he yelled without thinking (I think I might have said something profound, like "eep!" :D ) and the cat jumped straight up in the air, did a 180, and was off with movements that would've done the US Olympic Gymnastics Team proud. Well shoot Bob! He probably would've only nibbled on you just a little bit :rolleyes: :D .

Cougars have a home range of right about 50 miles, and you can live in one's back yard for a decade and never even know he was there. Back country cougars are really shy; it's the ones that have gotten used to people that are becoming a problem. I lived at 8200 feet at the Canyon, and it wasn't uncommon to get a couple of inches of snow several times during June and early July. It would usually melt off in a few hours, but there were numerous times we woke up to find cougar tracks in the snow on our porch. They've got big feet, sort of like Wilt Chamberlain, and the tracks make it seem that they're a lot bigger than they really are.

November 21, 2005, 01:21 AM
Another cougar story...

The scariest thing that ever happened was getting stalked after dark by a cougar.

The funniest thing was seeing a friend of mine sneak up begind a moose while it was drinking and toss a big stick onto it's rear. We laughed all the way back to the truck.

The weirdest thing was when the same freind and I were out scouting for deer. It got to be almost completely dark when we were heading out, and we heard a deer snorting at us, not too far away down a slope. He blew back at it, and then picked up a dirt clod, and threw it down in the direction of the snorting. We both distinctly heard the sound of the clod hitting a hollow object, like an empty steel drum. Intrigued, he chucked another one. Again, a hollow thump. We went down with flashlights to find what it might be, and found... nothing at all. Went back later, in the daytime, and searched again, and there is absolutely there nothing that would make that hollow sound.:what:

November 21, 2005, 04:22 AM
I used to haul food products out of Stuttgart. I considered it the mosquito capitol of the world.
We soon learned to never roll the truck windows down or open the doors before daylight. No matter how loud Mother Natuer called. LOL
That's why they made 32 oz coke bottles:D
My funniest is also an Arkansas story- Deer hunting over by El Dorado, three of us pretty much in a line about 60 yards apart. We are all ground hunting; at sunrise, I suddenly hear a scream followed by two shots... next thing I see is a 6 point buck hauling tail from right to left in front of me at about 40 feet. I get lucky and drop him as he goes by (ONLY running shot I've ever tried, guess I was too stupid to know that was a bad idea back then). Start moving over to check on the other guys, middle guy is not at his position, but I hear laughter from the guy on the far rights position. I get over there, find out he had apparently gone to sleep, the deer had walked up on him and "sniffed" him, waking him up. He screamed, the deer jumped straight up and came down in high gear, my buddy tried to shoot him, but was shaking too bad to hit the side of a barn. He also had to go change pants afterwards.:D

November 23, 2005, 09:02 AM
About 2 weeks ago I came across this in the woods. Don't know how it got there. It's on private property ( which doesn't mean anything to some ) about 1/2 mile from any road or buildings.
I have checked with the local law no reports of a buffalo / bison missing. DNR say's it's not their business. Closest buffalo ranch not missing one either.

November 23, 2005, 09:50 AM
Looks like someone is making a European mount.

November 23, 2005, 10:33 AM
Was camping a few years ago on one of the San Juan Islands. This is a private one that someone years ago tried to turn into an exotic hunting retreat- didn't work out but left the place literally crawling with exotic deer. So the wife and I are just out wandering around looking the place over and I grab her arm. She was within inches of stepping on a tiny fawn, probably only a day or two old, that was lying in the grass not moving a muscle. I teased her for a long time after that about doing her own version of "Bambi vs. Godzilla". Wandered on and found a place private enough for what we set out to do...;) .

November 23, 2005, 10:35 AM
Yes, good point, a European mount has been suggested. What we don't understand is why so far away on someone elses property, unless it is illegaly acquired? Also this is in Michigan and the weather just turned cold and so there will probably be no deteriorating activity for many months.

November 23, 2005, 12:59 PM
In 1990, I spent the summer working in Yellowstone National Park. To understand this story, you need to understand something. Many of the park employees are college students. Some of them have never been outside of a city before in their lives.
One morning, in mid-June, I was hiking down a trail when a couple of girls (both from Washington D.C.) came running around a bend in the trail yelling "Moose! Moose!" Well, I thought they probably had been spooked by a moose in the woods. Considering it was outside of mating season, and that they had probably scared the moose when they ran, I kept on going. I round the bend and come to the top of a rise, and there is Bullwinkle staring at me in the middle of the trail. I look to my left, he looks to his left, and we pass each other 3 yards apart.

Then there was the time I was hiking along the Yellowstone River. I come to a spot that I could nearly walk across on the backs of all the trout. I then looked up, and there is a no fishing sign. I swear the trout were laughing at me.

May 22, 2006, 05:17 PM
This weekend while I was fishing on a small pond I got to watching a mother goose swimming with her 5 goslings following along, when all of a sudden the last one simply submerges and does not reappear. I told my 8 year old what happened, so he started watching them also...sure enough, about 5 minutes later, another one gets sucked under. My son reminded me that those geese were right at the spot where we've seen some very big snapping turtles...I didn't think that snappers were so subtle.

Pardon me for reviving this thread, but it's one of my favorites!

May 22, 2006, 09:35 PM
I've also seen snapping turtles eat ducking. It's pretty neat, since I like turtles more than ducks. THe only weird thin I have ever seen outside was a box turtle scaling as low brick wall to get over to the other side. He would literally pull himself up and over two sacked bricks.

May 23, 2006, 01:35 AM
weirdest: my brother and i were in the woods in the mid 80's and found a hidden cooler full of methamphetamines, called the police and they came and took it.

coolest: watching my cute little wife firing her rifle at a target, there's just something about a gal with a gun... hhmmmm. :)

scaryest: hunting up in the colorado mountains. i came over a rise and looked up to where a 14,000 ft mountain should be and all i saw was a huge, dense, angry looking wall of dark grey cloud coming at me. i caould tell it was a blizzard and i figured i had about 20-30 minutes to get back to my non- 4X4 car and high-tail it outta there.


May 23, 2006, 02:55 AM
coolest and scariest thing I ever seen !
I was walking a spring run off creek in the valley of the river. I was walking through cane along the bank scouting for my fall deer stand location, but got off track after finding an arrow head in the sand. looking in the creek rather than in front of me. The cane was 3' tall I almost sh**. my pants when a young doe jumped straight up 3' in the air and bolted when i got my breathe I realized she was bedded down hiding until I got too close I was only 2' from stepping on her

May 23, 2006, 04:09 PM
my best one was on a hike, i was walking along the side of the verde river at its headwaters in far northern arizona when i came across a rattlesnake. I pulled my 357 and reloaded it with shotshells, then just as a cocked the hammer to remove the snakes head swoop! a big redtailed hawk dove on him and promptly removed the snakes head for me with his beak, then just like that he was gone. Keep in mind this all happened 5 feet from me.

May 25, 2006, 12:50 PM
I thought I had replied to this thread, but can not find any record of it.

It was January and I was snowmobiling by myself through some county land near Bloomer, WI. I was on my way to see an ex girlfriend ;) who lived in a town a few miles away. This was in 97 if I remember correctly which was a huge year for snowfall. The trail had been groomed that day and was well packed, but it was snowing again. I was on a section of the trail that was extremly curvy but I was 19 and was still really cruising very fast. I came around a corner and saw a large doe walking the same way I was going. She must have thought I was going to go in a differant direction becuase she was walking until I got about 30 yards away from her. She started to run down the trail and boy was she moving fast! The only problem for her was my sled could easily do 100 mph so I was easily catching up to her.

As I pullled along side her I was kind of laughing to myself because I never imagined that something like this would happen. For some reason it occured to me that I should knock her off the trail!! I lifted up my sorrel boot ang gave her a good kick in the rump. She tumbled in to the soft snow, got up and then ran the opposite way down the trail. At this point I was laughing so hard I had to stop the sled and just laugh for a few minutes.

May 25, 2006, 04:48 PM
A very large black dog that won't die!!! aaaahhhhhhhhhh:evil: :evil:

May 25, 2006, 05:04 PM
I was around 12 years old when I was fishing for dogfish in a river off of Lake Michigan. We caught little perch and used them as bait. The line was only about 1 foot down from the bobber and I was watching about 6 geese swimming slowly along. It didn't dawn on me until it was too late. The last one looked down and saw a nice tasty fish. I grabbed the rod and for the next 5 minutes I was reeling in a goose that was angry as hell and flapping it's wings as hard as it could. It almost looked like it was skiing as I was reeling it in. I asked my brother "What do I do?" when the hook popped out of it's mouth when it was about 15 feet from me. That was a hoot.

May 28, 2006, 09:17 AM
My thanks to whomever revived this thread; I think I was on the 4th or 5th page, reading ALL of the posts before I realized how old it was, but it was worth reading. I got quite a few belly laughs, and I realized that someone was right: this thread brought back a lot of my memories, and I'm going to write them down NOW, before I forget them again! Here's a couple of my stories.

The neatest thing in the woods was last Labor Day weekend, the family and I were scouting for moose. We were camped near the edge of a lake, and on the other side was the boundary for Yellowstone National Park. I'd cooked breakfast and my wife & daughters were cleaning up while I was making a meager attempt to not fall asleep on the cot. I awoke instantly when my wife said "Sam, bears!" I jumped up, grabbed my rifle and popped out of the tent to see the girls in the Suburban and my wife halfway in and pointing.
Measured later at 30 paces were 2 grizzly bears, I believe it was a sow & her almost-grown cub. They seemed oblivious to us and the mom stood up & began to scratch a forest service sign, the top of which was as high as the top of a house's doorframe. I wish I'd grabbed the camera and snapped some pix, but I just yelled & waved my arms. The sow dropped back to all fours & looked at me like I was from Mars, looked at the cub & if a bear can shrug its shoulders & say "Whatever", it did. They walked off into the brush toward the lake. I walked down the road to the next campers, about 60-70 yeards from us & told them because they had several kids with them. 2 hours later, they'd broken camp & were pulling their tent-trailer home.

The coolest thing was about a month-and-a-half later, my wife shot her very first animal ever, an 800# moose!!

The funniest thing ever for me thus far, was when my nephew & I were elk hunting about 10 years ago. We were meandering through the woods with me about 10 yards ahead of him. As I stepped up over this fallen tree blocking the trail, I broke wind. As I got about that 10 yards on, my nephew quielty calls out "Uncle, Uncle."

It was one of those instances where you know EXACTLY what's happening before you realize it; I'm immediatley trying to hold back my laughter. I turn around and there's my nephew right at the fallen tree, breathing in as deeply as he possibly can, slowly turning his head side-to-side. He says "I smell something different here-it's a really weird smell!" I've never laughed so hard, and yet so quietly in all my life as I explained to him what he was sniffing.


bigger jon
May 28, 2006, 12:04 PM
10 years ago i was hunting with some friends it was deer season, after the morning hunt i decited to take a small look around by myself,befor we ate. well the sighn started to look better and better needless to i was miles away from camp,thats when i spotted a buck he was on the next canyon over it was probly a 200 yard shot by the time i got my shot off,bang, he didnt go down and a second shot wasnt going to happen,but he flinched and now i was going to have to go over there to look for blood, it was only200 yard shot but it was 200 yards straight down and the another 200 yards straight up, no big deal but iam a diebetic and i started feeling bad 2 hours ago. when i got to the spot where i shot at the deer there was not blood it was a clean miss, so i started my hick back to camp feeling sicker by the step,i started to colapes every 2 to 1 feet, the lack of surger in my blood was making me see tunnal vission and i knew i didnt have much longer befor i couldnt go on,and i still had another mile to go,it couldnt get bader, i finaly told mysellf i have to get up and not stop this was it make it,or die? i got up took 2 steps and right infrount of me was a tootsie roll?i put it under my toung and started to get my vision back and wasnt feeling as bad,the thing was i came back the same way i went out and i didnt see it on my way out?simce then i never leave the camp with out preying and a tootise roll in my pocket...

May 29, 2006, 03:18 PM
Bra attached to tree.

May 29, 2006, 09:05 PM
Bra attached to tree."


May 29, 2006, 11:24 PM
Bra attached to tree."


I wonder what the tree did to earn that trophy?

Good wood(ie) maybe???

May 31, 2006, 10:44 PM
My story is both funny . . . and not so funny . . .

For many years the furniture chain I work for would have some executives and corp. managers get invited to go to a pristine hunting spot on the Missisippi/Alabama border. The spot was six miles long, along a river and had been in the ownership of a furniture-making company founder's family for fifty years.

The spot was a gorgeous mix of hardwood bottoms, planted pines and huge/long food plots. Shooting rules were bucks with racks of eight points or more, beyond the ears . . . and we'd always seen tons of deer.

Then one year the factory's rep was asked by some store managers to let them come too so that year we took two groups. Sadly, a lot of the managers were NOT hunters and just used the three days to drink and . . . "hunt." Unfortunately, I went with this group.


One manager, in particular, had never shot a deer and he really wanted a good one. So, we set him up in an established stand overlooking 400+ yards of view next to a powerline. That evening was perfect . . . a low front moving in with a slow drizzle starting.

Near dark . . . "KA-BOOM." I heard Joel's borrowed 7 Mag go off from a ways off. Joel was the last one to be picked up, and when we arrived, he was shaking.

"Man," he excitedly started, I had a HUGE 12 point buck come up behind me and after about five minutes of feeding, he came out on the road to my right." He continued, "I finally got a shot and he went RIGHT DOWN!!!" Then he said, "I put the rifle down to look at it . . . and it RAN OFF and I can't find him!"

It was now very dark and the rain was pouring. We had him take us to where he shot it . . . and scant 35 yards away, and there was a LOT of white belly hair from where that mighty 7mm Mag hit the huge buck . . . in the GUT! The guide said, "It didn't go far and I know exactly where he ran. Let's go back and I'll get him at first light."

ALL EVENING . . . Joel paced the lodge, comparing that 12-point's rack to other wall hangers on the walls and telling us the differences. Poor guy! I can't imagine shooting a really huge 12-point trophy like that and have to wait until first light to get it.

THE NEXT MORNING, except for Joel, we went hunting before light. Returning to the lodge for a late breakfast, we saw how glum Joel was and we knew not to bring it up.


It actually turned out to be a 35-yard away, gut-shot 90 lb. spike . . . with one antler already completely broken off . . . a tiny ONE pointer!!!

The story is true . . . and quite funny . . . but I surely never want to be around a "hunter" like that again . . . he might think I'm a grizzly! The thought of people like that stomping through the woods with a 7mm scares the crap out of me. Those kind of people get folks killed.


June 1, 2006, 02:41 AM
the one that made me the most un-easy:

me and my family go tubing down the guadalupe river from time to time, at this one little joint in san antonio. we float down the river and there is always this little vendor that sells ice cold beers and the best tex-mex you've ever eaten. wanna know how he keeps the beer cold??? a natural spring! he just ties a string to the bottle and chunks it in the water. its a really cool experience. but back to the point. at the spring, there is a little runoff that you can go down, at the end there is a really cool set of water falls that are fueled by another natural spring. me and my brother are the only ones that go down it because it is so freaking cold. plus the girls just want to eat tacos and dad likes the beer. LOL. but back to the point again. so me and my bro are fighting the ice cold current, and this HUGE cotton mouth just casually swims right in front of us and it looks at me like its saying "hey bill". not that exciting, but freaky none the less.:)

June 2, 2006, 03:12 AM
Whilst Fox shooting out on the Nullabour Plain some years ago. I watched as 5 Wedge tailed eagles attacked & downed a Good sized Buck Roo ! Their methord was to dive bomb the roo for want of a better describtion! The first would hit the Roo & then gain altitude again followed by the second & so on until they had knocked it over for the count ! They then proceeded to land on it & finnish it!
Funniest thing I have evr heard was a mate who was Rabbit shooting ,his 4x4 had the front windscreen removed & one prticular morning whilst sleeping in the rear of the vehicle his dog started barking & growling .THis of course awoke Doug & to hs supprise a Wild camel had stuck it's head right through the front & was haveing a bit of a look around the inside of the 4x4! With out thinkng Doug slowly pulled both feet back & kicked the camel in the face as hard as he could :eek: He reckons to this day he has never been so scared in his life as the camel reacted & tried to (a) Bite back & (b)try & get his head back out all at the same time ! :D When asked why he did'nt shoot the damned thing & be done with it ? it turns out that all he had was his .22 & that was on the front seat right under the camels head & neck at the time


June 3, 2006, 01:11 PM
About 6 years ago, on a deer hunt in MN I got about 60 yards close to a deer on an fide open corn field. As I raised my rifle,the 6 pointer lifted his head up. Then I puled the trigger, NO BOOM. I was not loded! He was super alart then but I managed to load the gun ( super slow motion Just imagine the stress) Then I pulled the trigger - No Boom! the deer took off! I fund-out later it was a bad primer! I saw him on top of a hill about a 1000 yard away. I almost waited for him the give me the finger!

October 30, 2007, 05:43 PM
The saddest thing I have ever seen is a dead body. A human body. In the street.
No one seemed to be paying attention to it, we all just sort of stepped over or around it. I was with my grandfather at the time, and he hardly glanced at the body.
Now I've seen bodies in movies of course, and in pictures and even in videos, but in real life it's very different.
What has kept this memory with me is that this guy can't have been more than five years older than I was, but I'd be surprised if he had weighed 90 pounds.
What's weird is that I have never really spoken to anyone about this ever.

The coolest thing that I have ever seen is a brightly colored spider whose legspan was about 1/2 the size of my hand. I was shooting the woods up with a paintball gun, and had tore half of its web apart. But it hadn't moved a muscle. I put the barrel of the gun against it, about 2 inches away, and somehow I missed by a clear inch. My next shot killed it though, and I've still been unable to understand why I wanted to kill it.

Another scary thing that I've seen is that when me and my buddy were riding bikes through a relatively unpopulated part of Jersey, we heard a guy yelling at his dog to come back. We looked back and there was this HUGE dog, had to be 3 feet high at the shoulder and really heavy running for us growling and barking. Though we were both on bikes, it was easily doubling our speed.
I fell off and lost my glasses. I didn't see it, but I heard the dog pass me and get like a yard from my friend when it finally turned around and ran back to its owner. The guy asked if we were all right, but we didn't stay for a second longer.

Weirdest thing I've seen was on the same buddy's sleepover birthday party about a year before.
Two goths, one skinny and one bigger one, had come over and we were just hanging around, playing pingpoing, videogames and talking guy talk. We all decided to just go outside and mess around, but somehow during the course of discussion, the goths had managed to escape us. Assuming that they had gone to the woods (my buddy owns like 6 acres of land and all manner of nasty critters (dogs, raccoons, deer, maybe more) pass through and live there. So we grab a couple of spotlights and head out. About 50 feet from the woods, we hear a loud crashing noise coming from the treeline. We all got really scared and aimed the spotlights lighting up like 100 square feet of the forest.
The really skinny goth came running out of the woods, with his pants down to his knees (still wearing underwear) and tripped and fell into a mud puddle. We were freaked the hell out at this point.
A few seconds later, the bigger goth came out, looking real wide-eyed and scared. We asked what happened, and they said they were just walking and talking and they heard a loud noise, got scared, and scattered. We still can't figure out how the skinny goth managed to have his pants fall down.

Joseph I
October 30, 2007, 05:55 PM
Coolest Thing:

Once in the forest North of Happy Jack Arizona I had found myself lost in the pines with a friend when we were walking up this small incline and about ten feet in front of us came running up from the other side of the hill an enormous bull elk. He paused and we just froze in our tracks and for a second all that I remember is silence until he turned around and literally walked off, without an ounce of stress that we were there. It was amazing.

October 30, 2007, 06:02 PM
Seeing a golden eagle for the first time.

Walking in cougar tracks for the first time. (have yet to see one..


Also, backcountry snow skiing a few years ago and was above tree line coming down the mountain. As I got to where the pines started I skiid right past a grey wolf sunning himself by a tree, just lying there by himself. I didn't see him until I passed him and noticed him out of the corner of my eye. I stopped about 20 yards from him and looked up wondering where the rest of the pack was. Not wanting to wait and find out, I left. ;)

October 30, 2007, 06:12 PM
1. Watching a Sharp Shinned Hawk take a ground squirrel off a dirt road by the Deschutes River.
2. Watching a Bald Eagle take a rainbow trout out of Rosalyn Lake.
3. (another lights in sky moment) About 30 years ago my brother and I saw a group of lights in the shape of a cross move across the sky at blinding speed while making 45-90 degree turns on a dime.:eek:

October 30, 2007, 07:22 PM
almost got crapped on by a bald eagle while canoeing in MN

October 30, 2007, 07:23 PM
An owl glided RIGHT by me (like, 5 feet away) when I was out one night in Florida. What amazed me was that it was absolutely soundless, like a ghost; I saw the shape, heard the quiet sounds of the woods (it was a really still night), but not a single sound from an owl. Any other bird, you'd have heard the faint hiss of air over the feathers, but owls are sound-suppressed like crazy.

Funniest thing...was walking at night (again, in Florida), on a footpath between two ponds, in a "gator" area; a 6-footer had been pulled out of one of the ponds only a few months before, and a 13-footer had been caught in the bay. So, I'm walking by this pond, very dark, flashlight off, and unbeknownst to me there is a BIG beaver sitting on the bank ahead of me. And you know what beavers do when they get scared...

That beaver jumped in the water and slapped its tail, and it sounded like a 750-lb alligator 10 feet from me. Scared the CRAP out of me...I think I levitated backward about 20 feet...

October 30, 2007, 09:01 PM
A dove hunt in Oklahoma got momentarily exciting for me some years ago. We were on a large pasture, next to a fence line equipped with a hot wire. (Don't get ahead of me, here!) Shooting was pretty good, but it was late enough in the season that the birds were sorta wary. I was using an old "long Tom" single shot 12 guage that could really reach out there. At one point as I'm next to the fence row I spot incoming birds and crouch down with the Stevens laying across my knees. Squatting there, I twisted to follow the doves as they got closer--until the barrel of that 12 guage hit that electric fence!

Deer Hunter
October 30, 2007, 10:27 PM
while riding in a small bass boat on a river heading off of Lake Livingston in East Texas, we ran over a duck.

That's not the cool part, though.

My dad was driving the boat, my friend and I were at the nose of it on our stomachs. The ducks were flying the same exact speed as the boat, right in front. My dad gassed it when I told him to, and down the duck went under the boat.

October 30, 2007, 11:02 PM

2 yearling cinnamon bears in Colorado, less than 2 car widths away from me.

My camera doesn't have much zoom on it, 3x max. I drove right up to them, lowered the window, started talking to them and snapping pictures. They're eating chokecherries.

Same week, a 3 year old female about 8 feet beneath me (ladder entrance to a pole cabin). Talked to her, too (like I do my dogs, not a conversation) - didn't faze her one bit.

Saw 5 bears that week! A couple months after the Hayward fires.

First cougar tracks.

3 hummingbirds perched on my right hand at one time.

October 30, 2007, 11:34 PM
I had a dog when I was in high school. He was one of the smartest and most loyal I have ever known.

Me and my sisters BF decided to go shooting "movement" one day with our 22s. My dog would not go with me if I had my 22. However, he would if I had my BB gun.....yes....he knew the difference....But if it was gettin dark and I wasnt home yet, he would come find me. He was black with only a baseball sized white spot on his chest.

Well, we went out and shot up the woods and it was getting late so we headed back. It was getting dark but fortunatelty we had flashlights with us. As we are approaching a thick brush covered fenceline we see eyes glowing back in the light. First thought was a coyote......Billy raised his gun to aim and at the same time I spotted the white on my dogs chest. I shouted to not shoot it was my dog... its not
me.....dont shoot, Yes it is
Billy....I dont think it is
me.....(pulling his muzzle down) DONT SHOOT
Billy.....its not him (raising his gun again)
ME......NOW aimed at Billy's trigger happy Dumb.......umm....donkey.....IF YOU PULL THAT TRIGGER I WILL EMPTY MY GUN IN YOUR WORTHLESS.....umm...DONKEY.....

Billy.....ok not problem

and what do ya know.....I called my dogs name and he comes right up to me.....but wouldnt have anything to with Billy....imagine that....

I never had much to do with Billy after that. I didnt like him from the start but for my sister sake I was trying.

She found out shortly there after that he really wasnt worth her effort.

October 31, 2007, 02:38 PM
Once saw a unicorn picking apples with its horn.
We were in the woods hunting mushrooms at the time.
sounds like you may have "found" the mushrooms by that time..LOL..

1: fishing in northern saskatchewan on a fly in trip , june 04, While trolling for northerns at a fly out remote lake, two beavers came up beside our boat, less then 4 feet away and were keeping up with us for over 20 minutes or so.occasionally one would dive under the boat and come up on the other side. Our Indian guide grabbed the net and wanted to net one and skin it out, but I stopped him , telling him " I dont want that SOB thrashin around in the boat" lol.
2: Deer hunting couple years back inside my wooden "outhouse" kinda blind (3 windows. A bluebird flew in one of the windows, kinda banged into the inside front, musta dazed him, he sat on the lip of the front window for five minutes, less then two feet away from my face,after he sobered up he freaked for 30 seconds or so,,,flying around the inside, crappin all over, then out one of the windows again....
3:I also have a ufo sighting, sitting on a sand dune with a bunch of friends back in the late 60's, overlooking saginaw bay in michigan at night...Orange light out on the water, going back/forth,left to right, right to left, closer then more distant, moving what would be miles on the horizen in seconds....Of course, we were all partaking of the local herb when we observed this so our accuracy of events might have been a little dulled at the

October 31, 2007, 09:30 PM
my story isn't unusual but I remeber having a antlerless buck cross a very dark street in front of me one night and let out a rut grunt. That was a little scary.

November 2, 2007, 04:24 PM
this actually happened in my garage as opposed to in the woods. I had a dove traped in the garage and while trying to shooo it out it layed an egg in midair and the egg landed on my arm and broke open. weird.

Saw a hairless coyote while deer hunting last year.

while on my first deer hunt ever.... my uncles doe practically died ontop of me so while standing up and looking at her two bucks come grunting up to her. So the three of us stare at each other and the doe for who knows how long. so close I could reach out and touch them This is my first hunt so I don't know what to do. I finally realize the bucks didn't want to leave the doe so I start swinging my gun slowly around and try to make up my mind which one I want. the doe lets out a death grunt and the bucks take off. I then hear my uncle start to scream as they nearly run him over. weird

November 2, 2007, 04:40 PM
Took a road trip back in 1969. I had just lost my drivers license for speeding/careless driving. I was driving anyway as we had a lot of miles to cover. We were either in Louisiana or Texas. I see this skinny bird run across the highway right in front of us. Everyone else was asleep. It was a roadrunner. Up until that I thought a roadrunner was just a cartoon character. It took a while before my buddies believed me.

November 2, 2007, 04:51 PM
Last year took my youngest son m/l hunting. We both had cva bobcats. We're driving to our spot and this deer walks out in the middle of the road. I stopped the truck and asked my son if that deer had horns. His eyes are better than mine. We both get out of the truck with our m/l and it's a legal buck for sure. I'm telling my son to pull the trigger. Pull the trigger, pull the trigger. Finally his gun roars and the deer runs off. He doesn't know to this day, nor will he ever know that the instant he shot, I shoot also, just in case. When we shot the deer was broadside to us about 60 yds. My son heard the bullet hit the deer so we took to the woods to find him. No blood, not a single drop. We looked for several hours. My son was heartbrokern as this would have been his first buck. I wasn't about to give up. We did a ziz zag out of the woods and my son found the deer. I looked and found no blood, no hole. I turned the deer over. I lifted it's tail where I found a little blood. I know that deer was broadside when we fired, but the deer did an about face and the round ball hit him squarely in the rectum.

November 2, 2007, 06:37 PM
I've got a funny one. We hunt deer with hounds and shotguns around here. One morning there were only a few of us at the clubhouse, so we were putting on a series of short drives. One of the regular dog drivers had taken a stand at the end of a hedgerow, in the middle of a cow pasture. I was about 50-70 yards from him at the other end. All the cows were up the hill behind us around the barn.

As he stood there, one of the cows noticed him, and moseyed over to see what he was doing. This cow came up about ten feet from him, and pointed him, almost like a bird dog would point a quail. Just stood there and stared at him. This old boy (we'll call him "Bob"), started to get nervous. "Go on cow. Get out of here."

Well, the cow, didn't pay him no mind. Cows seldom do you see. Well before too long, another cow noticed the first one, and came over to see what was going on. Then another one. And another. Pretty soon there were cows coming from all over. They were running from around the back side of the barn as the word that something was going on down in the bottom spread through the herd by cow telegraph I suppose.

Now old "Bob" had been nervous with one cow staring at him. Now he had twenty or twenty-five in semi-circle around him, and not one of them was paying any attention at all to him yelling "Get Cow..go on now.. GET!!"

Then the bull started down the hill to what his girls were doing. At that point, Ol' "Bob" said to heck with it, and walked out to hard surface road muttering something about "stupid cows."

November 4, 2007, 10:19 PM
My future father in law (at the time) and I were out calling coyotes on a 24k acre cattle ranch near a stock tank. He sat just below the dam, and I was out about forty yards below him to his right. We both expected anything responding to the distress call to come up in front of us - directly in front of him, and/or to my front/left. He had been hitting the rabbit call for about 5 minutes when I noticed a longer pause in his calls. About the time I decide to look over my left shoulder to see what he was doing, I hear a loud BOOOOM and turn just in time to see him peeking from behind his old 30/30 - which mind you is pointing WAY too close to my spot.

Here is where I pause for a second to let you all know that I was engaged to his daughter at the time - the big day had not taken place. THe thought crossed my mind that he did not want me as a son-in-law.

He stood and I heard him mumble, "damn, I missed him!". As I stood and looked over my right shoulder I could see a tail flapping in the brush about 10 yards away from me. I stood and hollered, that contrary to his concern, he he did in fact hit "it". As I walked over I saw this laying on the ground. (Picture of animal after it had been moved)

As he tells the story - the bobcat was sitting about 10 yards to my 4 o'clock, perched on his rump and hind legs watching me. He turned and shot him off hand from about 50 yards, iron sights, 30/30 square through the throat. It was an absolutely clean kill and dropped him where he stood.

I was completely oblivious.

I still think he was aiming at me and happened to hit a bobcat.

Deer Hunter
November 4, 2007, 11:12 PM
I'll tell a story on part of my Mother.

It was her first time hunting. She's a Rich Southern girl that didn't know anyone who owned a pick-up truck before she met my father. She drove an Alpha Romeo and came from a very prominent family. My dad? A good ol' country boy at heart. So he's taking her on her first hunting trip, ever. He sets her out on the stand with an old BAR .308. He shows her how to use it (as much as she'll understand) and tell her that sometimes, if you get one down, they wont go down all the way and try to get up again. So if that happens, shoot it again. He really didn't want her to lose a deer.

So about twenty minutes after he left her, he hears BLAM!

He isn't even on his stand yet, so he starts heading back to the four-wheeler. As soon as he goes to turn the key, he hears BLAM! again.

Then BLAM again... And again.... And finally again for the fifth time. I'm sure that if he had been close enough, he would have heard a "click" too.

Well he drives up on her as she's getting out of the stand. About 20 yards away lies a badly shot-up little fawn. I guess she mistook the occasional "Twitch" for an escape attempt...

You'll get a funny look from her everytime you bring that story up.

November 5, 2007, 06:26 AM
out here you see some strange things. and the occasional bombshell of the female type:D

i remember one time i was with a group of about 15 friends at a place in northern AZ called "Wet Bever Creek". real popular for camping, hiking, naked girls sunbathing, ect. either way, the day ends with some guy coming down the trail looking for something. turns out he had lost a brand new, totaly tricked out Walther P22 that he has stashed in a side pocket of his pack. at some point on the trail, the pocket had come open and the pistol fell out into the brush lining the trail. we decided to help and about 10 minutes later one of our group hollered out that he found it. guy was very very happy, and thats understandable, but this is the best part. he ends up hiking out in the morning before any of us got up. turns out he thanked us for our help by leaving about half a case of beer (cheap Tecate but i guess one shouldn't look gift beer in the foam) for us. great camping trip, with no serious injuries (except a friend who took an arrow to the heart thanks to cupid and a blonde sunbather) and alot of great memories.

November 5, 2007, 11:33 AM
This is definitely one of the best threads I've ever read here!

Most of my most amazing outdoors experiences happened in the Everglades, not the woods, but here they are anyways.

We were camping on islands in the Everglade National Park, canoeing between them during the day. During the day, when we had to go to the bathroom, it was just a matter of hopping in the water and going (we were out in the ocean section of the park). So I hop out of my canoe and go. I get back in and we keep going. About 2 minutes later a white fin comes up behind us and swims in our wake. We look back and realized that a shark was following us! We'd had dolphins swim by us, but obviously, dolphins come up to breath...this one never did and then just sunk down into the depths.

Another amazing experience was seeing three Bald Eagles on an island, 2 adults and one juvenile, from no more than 75 yards away.

The Everglades is an amazing place; I highly recommend that you go!

November 5, 2007, 01:10 PM
Went Morel hunting after a morning of Turkey hunting with a hunting bud. The ground was more rocks than soil and the Copperheads were coming out of their winter dens. One of them started vibrating its tail in the leaves and my bud decides to John Wayne the Copperhead. I was more afraid of being hit by a ricochet than getting snake bit.

Turkey hunting and was set up against a large Oak. A fire trail ran along the hill below me. I heard a tick tick tick tick in the leaves and here comes a Coyote up the fire trail. It got even with me and stopped dead; it knew something was there but couldn't wind me and I wasn't moving. The only things touching the ground were its toenails and its tail was as big around as its body. I finally yelled boo and it did the 10 yard dig before it finally got enough traction to get gone. At the slight risk of exaggeration, the rooster tail of dirt looked like what you would see at a tractor pull.

November 5, 2007, 01:53 PM
Coolest: I was about 11-12 years old. I was still-hunting with my Grandfather. We were sitting at the base of a HUGE tree. A small doe started walking towards us and came within arms length of me. I've never sat so still in my life. She just mosied on by like nothing. Was one of the coolest things ever, being that close to a whitetail deer in the wild.

Scariest: About the same age, my uncles and I were putting on a small drive for my Grandfather. We were walking through some brush about 3-4 feet tall when all of a sudden a doe jumped up in front of me about 2 feet away. She was bedded down and I spooked her up, but I think she spooked me more!

November 5, 2007, 01:55 PM
Siiting in my ground blind. I saw a line in the air about 30 yards out.
could not figure out what it was. Well, Turns out it was an Owl heading straight at my face. I was wearing one of those mad bomber hats with the rabbit fur.

November 5, 2007, 02:57 PM
Having not grown up in a hunting family, and then being far too busy raising my own family, it wasn't until two years ago that I went on my first deer hunt. I sat in a little ground blind all morning freezing my butt off (rite of passage, I think) and we went out about noon to get some lunch. Came back about 1:30 and I said "I can't just sit anymore. I'm going to still hunt that little path." So Archerandshooter headed back to his stand and off I went. Got about 20 yards down the path and hear rustling in the bushes. This sounds promising, so I got my call in my mouth and keep creeping down the path. I called, heard more rustling, and as I started forward again, out stepped the biggest buck I've ever seen anywhere (including back in Connecticut around my late mother in law's place, where they are huge). Antlers well branched, well outside the spread of his ears. He just....stood there. *I* just stood there. We stared each other in the eye for probably 30 seconds. I very slowly raised the rifle and took my shot.

Unfortunately, given that he was probably only 20 yards away, and that I didn't know enough of what I was doing, I shot too low, nicked his tummy, and he spun and darted back into the brush. We tracked through that forest bracken and scrub for two days to ensure that I had not, in fact, fatally wounded him, and we found one drop of blood and one tiny patch of tummy fur. So a wiser buck escaped to be hunted another day, and I have a memory that is better than any trophy on my wall. others have said, it's a hoot to have songbirds land right next to you and never have a clue that you don't belong there. That, plus playing "tag" with a spider that kept trying to build a web on a strand of grass right in front of my face. Every time he'd drop down a few inches, I'd touch him with my gloved finger and off he went back up. We kept that up for about 10 minutes before he decided enough was enough and went elsewhere to build his web.

Possibly the weirdest thing in the woods are the endangered woodpeckers that live in the Sam Houston National Forest. When they peck a tree, they sound like a carpenter hammering 2 x 4's. The first time I heard them I had no idea what it was and thought some idjit was building himself a permanent stand somewhere in the forest, lol.

I love the woods. I see *something* new every time I go.


November 5, 2007, 11:55 PM
I was in a deer stand with a tin roof to keep the snow out. It was a nice warm sunny day. Then I heard this loud crash on my roof. Almost made me jump out of my stand! A bald eagle decided to use it as his perch until i jumped up and hit my head on the other side.

Watched 4 crows and a owl go at it yesterday in a tamarack swamp that was very noisy.

November 6, 2007, 01:05 AM
Saw a Bald Eagle fly to close to a Golden Eagles nest once. The Golden came at a fast swoop or dive at the Bald. Baldy turned to avoid but it was too late, at the last second as the Golden was upon him talons outstretched like he was about to catch something, the bald Eagle rolled over and the two of them grasp talons for the briefest of moments. What a sight. Golden then chased the bald back up the canyon for several hundred yards, before breaking off and heading back home.

November 10, 2007, 04:33 PM
I was eye level w/ a little finch on a tree branch about 6 feet away when I watched a hawk fly from about a hundred yards away (I thought it was comming straight for me at the time, I even ducked and everything) and land on/squish the finch right in front of me. It then flew back to it's perch with it's meal. It was real neat.

November 11, 2007, 01:52 AM
I was jogging along a dirt road surrounded by wheat fields (post harvest time). It was about 20-30 minutes after sundown (dusk) with a full moon, when an owl decided to join me. We flew/ran together for about a half mile, very cool.

Most rewarding:
Found a wounded Kestrel with a compound wing fracture. I caught him, brought him home, fed him some hamburger (which he scarfed down) and turned him over to a bird rehabilitation specialist who, after time, was able to return him to the wild.

November 11, 2007, 02:16 AM
Coolest, strangest and weirdest at once:

A white raven.

November 12, 2007, 02:47 PM
during the spring time at the deer camp. me and my girlfriend naked on a blanket that was thrown carelessly over a fire ant bed. that was not cool. but it was weird.
Sorry for that.

November 13, 2007, 12:58 AM
Not personal, but funny. My uncle told me a story of when he was a kid hunting with my other uncle, we'll name them Mike, and Mitch, as those are there names. They were walking on two seperate ridges with a small canyon seperating them, Mitch saw a very small forked horn running at full speed down the same ridge Mike was walking down, as it reaches Mike he pulls his rifle up and "boom" echoes accross the canyon, well Mitch is watching through his binoculars and this deer stumbles a little as it passes no more than 25 feet from Mike, still running as fast as it possibly can downhill too* well the deer stumbles and falls headfirst into a tree, when he shot he hit it in the front leg, which they say wasnt a lethal shot, but when it hit the tree at mach one it broke its neck and killed it. Also one of the small horns on its head, broke off and stuck in the tree.
Same mountain range, a few ridges over and about 25 years later, 3 years ago I was deer hunting, mind you this is about 2,000 verticle feet and about 5 miles from the closest 2 track, after glassing over this very large bowl for about 45 minutes, I grabbed my rifle and climbed back over this 4' ledge to stop and see 5 chukar not 10 feet from me just standing there looking at me. Neither of us moved for about 30 seconds, they then turned and walked away real slow, I think it was the first time they had ever seen a person before. I waited about a minute and continued upward, only to get about 10 steps and have the rest of the cuvy (oh about 70) ignite all around me. They're lucky I was only armed with a .300 weatherby mag.

November 14, 2007, 03:52 PM
Funniest and scariest for my son in the same story!

This past summer we were in Waterton Lakes, Alberta at the cabin. The cabin backs onto a green space that rises up to a mountain behind the cabin. Lots of bushes and trails. One Sunday afternoon we were all sitting on the back deck watching about 6 deer feeding on the berry bushes behind the cabin when all of a sudden a large cinnamon coloured bear came roaring down the hill towards the cabin (we thought) at the deer. The deer scattered a ways and then stopped to watch the bear who decided his cover was blown and then sat down to munch on berries for the next 30mins.

The following morning my son went out in the morning at about 7:30am to shoot his airsoft pistols at some cans we had set up on a box in front of some bushes in front of the hill behind the cabin. My son's first shot at a can missed and went into the bushes. Immediately the same large bear stuck his head up from behind the bush about 10feet from my son who was standing there surprised as heck. the bear took one look at him, let out a grunt, turned and ran up the hill as fast as he could.

November 14, 2007, 05:39 PM
All while scouting my favorite hunting area...

I've gotten close to some black bears, yellow-bellied marmots, beavers, moose, elk, and deer. Once stalked up on a muley buck and couldn't understand why he couldn't smell me 40 feet away and the wind was blowing straight from me to him. He actually craned his neck to look around me too.

I had a herd of elk run right past me within 30 feet. They were running from something and didn't see me and just past right beside me. The bull was bringing up the rear, and he was huffing and puffing out of breath. I can still hear him breathing hard. It wasn't hunting season yet.

I got between a black bear sow and one of her two cubs. I didn't have a gun, and I'll never hike ever again without a .357 in a holster because of that encounter.

I once came across a bull snake that had a fish head in it's mouth. Some fisherman must have cleaned a trout and tossed the head and this snake found it. The snake was swimming down the stream and came close enough for me to take a couple pictures.

I saw a cow moose that had two twin calves with her, not so unusual, except the calves were both blond in color. Don't think that is normal as all the other moose calves I've ever seen are always black.

In Yellowstone Park, I saw an eagle swoop down and grab something off the ground, but I couldn't see what it was. It had a heck of a time trying to fly off with whatever it had caught.

November 18, 2007, 06:37 AM
Enjoyable moment was watching Mama Mulie watch my fly fish silver creek (Idaho) under some low hanging brush while bedded down.

Eeriest, have a feeling something is watching you while out for a leak at night then seeing cougar tracks along the river (Big Wood in Idaho) the next day. :what:

Oh Crap moment, waking up nearly nose to nose with a skunk while under a lean 2 as a kid back home in Indiana.

November 18, 2007, 10:09 AM
Herd of cows watched me climb up a tree stand and they all(300 of'em) came over and looked up at me. One started to pee and the whole herd then fallowed.

I would have laughed myself right out of the tree stand! That's too funny!

Once when I was a kid vacationing in northern VA I was riding my bike on a trail and suddenly 3 large deer burst through the brush and ran down the trail in front of me. That was neat!

There's an unusual place in the woods near my parents house. All the woods there are pine and gum. There's reeds covering most of the floor because it's so wet out there. When I was young I followed an old ditch a lot further back than I usually ventured. I came to an area that had about 3 large pools in the dirt that were probably 6' across and 4' deep. There was crystal clear water in them, no real vegetation or algae, and the bottoms had some type of clams. I've never been back, but I still wonder what those pools might have been.

November 18, 2007, 10:33 AM
One hot, dry, still August afternoon I was squirrel hunting in mixed hardwoods of hickory and pecan - great squirrel habitat. But, I wasn't having any luck; nothing was moving; it was too hot. I was walking down a trail not even trying to be stealthy; for some reason I looked up directly into the sun and saw the sunlight shining through a squirrel's tail. He was laying on an overhanging Oak limb with his legs hanging over both sides and was not the least bit interested in me or moving. He was good.

Jeff Timm
November 18, 2007, 12:14 PM
Looking into the "ornamental pond" "expansion pond" or as I prefer to call it, the stock tank, from my office window and see a local Seaeagle take a fish, just like in the movies.

Who is getting too old and fat for the wet wild woods.

November 18, 2007, 12:32 PM
I have an uncle who is into photography big time. He was taking (video) of some local wild flowers in hopes of getting some footage of some humingbirds working them. He did-a pure white, albino one-for about 2-3 minutes of film.

November 19, 2007, 06:38 AM
I'd say the nastiest thing that ever happened while hunting was when I hopped off a stone wall into a bunch of high brush and landed on about 15 vultures feeding on a dead calf. Half of them flew right into me and I ended up practically taking a bath in a freezing lake.

oklahoma caveman
November 20, 2007, 01:00 PM
probably the coolest was an eagle catch a 5lb+ bass.

November 20, 2007, 01:13 PM
Coolest, strangest and weirdest at once:

A white raven.

You didn't happen to see this "white raven" near the ocean, did you? :)

November 20, 2007, 01:20 PM
Coolest: a black bear cub, and a full size black bear a couple hours later. I was solo backpacking at the time. Very cool.

Weirdest: a very small snake attempting to eat a very large frog. That was just freaking bizarre. Second place for weirdest: a giant bug. Thing was eight inches at least. Maybe more. Utterly freaking bizarre. Thought they only have bugs like that in the Amazon. I was with a much older, more experienced friend, and he'd also never seen anything like it.

November 20, 2007, 10:49 PM
coolest: watching the sunrise from the tooth of time. Come home, get pictures developed. Mom surprised says,"when did you go to the ocean?" Those are clouds momma.

Strangest: One night there was a screaming. My uncle says it's either a woman or a baby terrified. After a couple of hours all the local services are out including the rescue squad (granddad was in r.s.), cause you know, it is a baby out there in the cold for goodness sake. Well they narrow it down to my uncles trailer and he starts lookin nervous, cause you know, how do you explain a baby under your trailer. Well the local big britches hero sidles up and says he is going to be the one to go under there and get it out (picture in the paper time).

A few seconds later a brown and white blur comes flashin out of there at the speed of light and a screaming, bloody faced hero follows. Seems that a bobcat doesn't like to be rescued from under a trailer.

November 20, 2007, 11:49 PM
I took my brother in law deer/hog hunting a long time ago. He was standing on his dog box with his shotgun bbl. resting on it. For reasons unbeknown to me he pulled the trigger. It's a good thing the dog box was empty. He got in my truck one day with a single bbl. 12ga. I noticed that the hammer was cocked. I asked him if it was loaded and he just shrugged his shoulders. I reached over and lowered the hammer and ejected an unfired 3" mag. buckshot. I took a quarter and took the foream off, broke the gun down and threw it behind my seat where it stayed the rest of the day.

November 25, 2007, 02:51 PM

Group of campers on heavily wooded private property one mid-evening near a river, standing in the dirt road/trail in a circle with no fire, chatting when someone hears a low 'thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump' of a large SOMETHING running our way.... We just move off the road into the treeline when a (guesstimated) 1,000 pound steer RUNS THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF CAMP just where we had all been standing... We all laughed, slapped each other on the back in the middle of the road and giggled - Right up until the time HE CAME RUNNING BACK THE OTHER WAY! :eek: THAT was funny, because it was so unexpected. The closest ranch/farm was over 3 miles away... He was named 'Ferdinand' and stayed around until someone finally came and picked him up.


1. Deer hunting in AR, wearing my electronic ear muffs... Hear something 'moving' in short steps to my left - look - nothing! It's an open area, just 12-inch and shorter scrub under the trees, but the NOISE is there! I just can't SEE anything, but man is 'it' moving.... FINALLY I spot one little quail, standing in the trail, then I look more closely now that I 'see' it - and there is a freaking MIGRATION of over 40 quail I count after I finally see them... They cross the trail, and make a swishing sound as they cross the leaves in the forest in front of me - then some flush! And I can hear a heavier movement through the brush in front. The sound circles from left to right, and just as it breaks brush on the right, it clears the creek and a fox pops up! First one I see while hunting, but I have terminate orders on fox and coyotes (chicken farms all around), so the .308 gets the nod. It's downwind and sniffing, I cluck at it a bit - it raises up to see better - One dead fox.

2. Large group (13 hunters) just limiting out on Goose while hunting North of Lubbock. We had policed up all the birds from a pond we were hunting near, and noticed a VERY LARGE group of geese wanted to land on the pond... I mean VERY LARGE GROUP of geese. The pond was about 200 yards in diameter - the geese landed nearest to us (in the decoys) in rapid succession - and filled the pond. Just at the last / rearmost geese landed, the first geese lifted off. Seems like Nature was telling us that we only scratched the scratch on the goose population that day. :) That day was a fantastic sight, with the sky almost dark with Canada Geese, Snow Geese and various Ducks flying together and stacking up to get to the decoys and water... looked like a WWII bomber formation with fighter escorts...

The best part of that hunt was my 11-y/o daughter saying 'That's cool!' on her first hunt with Dad. Made everything come together, that did. :)

3. Had a Deer hunt in Michigan ruined by the gray squirrel from h*ll barking at me from 3-foot away. He didn't know what I was, he just knew I was in his turf. He made sure everything else in the forest knew he was pissed. And the red mist I would have created and covered ME with was the only consideration given for his survival. The Pest. :)

4. Sitting in a climbing Deer stand in AR, the tree started to shake. Sounded like someone was beating on the tree, then something hit me in the head - looked up - A squirrel was jumping up and down on limbs above me, pelting me with acorns on their way down. He didn't bark, so the camo was working, but the acorns were a little annoying... :) I shot a doe about and hour later, and about 15 seconds after that, an 8-point buck that was chasing the doe... I call him, 'Hero'.

This story took place 2 days after a doe ran INTO the passenger side window of my car moving at 20 mph at 9pm the night before opening day - Something had my attention in the yard of a house on the road, and as I looked back to the front - I saw a deer face in the passenger front window *just as it impacted*... left a nose-print on the glass, fur in the window trim and dent in the right rear roof pillar where her hind legs wrapped around as she piled up on the side of my car. Thankfully, the window was up, or she might have 'come on in'... I scrempt like a little girl! :D We vowed to kill her, her friends, and anyone that knew them... Did my part after the squirrel pelting... :D I think Nature was getting 'it's turn' that year...


I have lots of little observances like these hunting stories. For me, it's just being a 'part-of' that makes it worthwhile for me.

Like the other hunters have said, when you're camoed enough to be a part of the environment, it's beautiful to watch the animals' reactions.

November 25, 2007, 08:12 PM
I saw a coyote carrying a black lab's head in his mouth. dropped it and took off as soon as he saw me.

November 25, 2007, 10:05 PM
Wow- great stories!
My best friend and I lived in the woods as kids. This was central CT, and evidence of long habitation was everywhere. He grew up in a house built in 1750, across from a very old barn-they found a flintlock rifle in it and played with it for a while, till it got dropped in the quarry. Now New England is a lushly wooded place, but also lacks the dense under brush that locks in places like western Washington, you can see under the canopy and thru the woods. One day we were walking and I spotted an unusual squarish stone, with another one on top- you folk know what I mean-when something is just not quite "natural?" We walked over and there was an old well, with a capstone of solid granite with a two foot diameter hole cut in it , and a flat lid of granite-beautiful work. In Canterbury, CT, there is a complete abandoned town, one can see the ols wagon roads four feet below the stone fences, worn by the years and with large pines growing in the former pastures. The foundation ruins are laid along a stream-course down a hill, where waterpower would turn the mills. It is in the woods, miles from anywhere. (or was, 30 years ago)
My father grew up in Northern New England, and every summer we would take a trip up to Baxter park in Maine and camp and fish- We would take my fatherless cousin with us. I can still recall with a bittersweet flavor my cousin and my father and self ,wading a creek for trout, and getting chin deep in a beaver pond before breaking out into virgin unfished territory and pulling out huge eastern brook trout. Some years later my cousin took his life, I will always remember the happy kid he was.
The West End of Washington state was sort of wild in the '70's, what with logging and commercial fishing going full tilt. Art"s Place tavern in Forks was a local watering hole, with a nightly round of fisticuffs for any willing to partake.(and gunfire, the Barkeep killed a ruffian who opened up on him with a rifle after closing one night, apparently the perp had been ejected for drunkeness-must have been some drunk!)
Had a job buying fish in La Push, on the coast. Being young and adventurous, we would sometimes take the company skiff and play in the ocean- a favorite pastime being to find an opening in the surf, run into shore, and then blast out through the breakers. Once while engaged in this, I nearly hit a giant old fir tree ,covered with barnacles and rolling in the surf. Must have been ten feet or so away when it spouted! Yikes!
Never have I seen a whale so close!
James Is, off La Push, is a horseshoe shape, if the swell is running right you can slip a small boat on the crest into a lovely little cove on the ocean side- sand beach with a sheer 100ft cliff rising all around.
Some other things I have seen- while hiking down the Alatna river , south out of the Brooks Range, I came across two caribou skulls and antlers locked together and bleaching on the ground. They must have been fighting and gotten stuck. And on a float trip on the John river watched a wolverine as it kept pace with the raft, then swam across the river and ran off.
Sorry if this is sort of rambling, it's funny how a bunch of stories picks up the memory rug and shakes it!
And for funny- I must have been 10 or so-we were in Baxter Park, and watching the bears at the dump. Some tourist in the typical city garb was creeping up on a bear and cubs to take photos. Those old camera's have viewfinder's that made everything seem far away-he got about 20 foot from the mama, and she charged-I have never ever seen someone run backwards so fast-his arms sprung straight out in front, shirt-tails streaming as he took amazing strides in reverse- fortunately it was a bluff charge!
Keep them coming folks, these are a window on our heritage.

November 26, 2007, 01:00 AM
There's alot of great stuff here.

My cool event began with me deer hunting with my father near Bly, Oregon (south eastern part of Oregon).

It was about mid-day and we had seen alot of Does but no Bucks. We were near the top of Gerhardt Mountain when we heard a roar above us. When I looked up I saw a large plane flanked by 5 fighter jets. I assumed the fighters were there to protect the President. Not a nature story but cool and totally unexpected while hunting.

November 27, 2007, 01:36 AM
Here is a nature story for ya. I am not sure when it happened but I got bit by a tick. I guess it was bad luck for me. I got Lyme from it. I am here to tell ya that it is NOT fun. I am hopeing that the Doctors found it in time to get rid of it. However, I have to go back and get more meds for it. I was on one perscription of antibiotics for 28 days. I got better till about 3 wks after I finished that Rx. Then the symptoms have started coming back. I am a very active person and this has really put a dent in my activity. It has attacked my muscles and joints to the point that some days I can hardly walk. My grip is sometimes half as strong as it was before. I will be 31 in 3 wks.
My advise is do everything can to prevent tick bites and if you have any unexplained symptoms (even if your Dr doesnt think it could be Lyme) insist on getting checked. If you are diagnosed with anything simular to arthritis, get checked. Go ahead and take the time to Google LYME but know that the symptoms are not limited to what you find on most of the sites.
There is thread currently goin on here about tick bites and Lyme. check it out.

I feel this is on topic because it has to do with being in the woods.

I am not looking for pitty. I just want ppl to be aware that this IS out there.

November 27, 2007, 10:11 AM
One year, me and my dad took a canoe down a stretch of the Shenandoah River about 10 or 12 miles. Caught a few nice smallmouth and saw 5 bald eagles. A couple of them were juvies but the rest were adults. Awesome birds for sure.

Watched a pair of red-tailed hawks perched side by side on a fence line on my property with their 3 juvies walking around on top of a run in shed not 10 yards away. All the juvies were old enough to fly. The hawks have a nest near the barn, so I see them often.

Running around the farm on the tractor, a cardinal fly flew about 10 feet in front of me with one of the red-tailed hawks in hot pursuit. Weaved in and out of a few spruce trees. As far as I know, the hawk didnt catch him.

Fishing on a beach in Florida couple summers ago. Was out for anything I could get, but mainly shark. Schools of mullet were crusing up and down the shoreline. Few hours after being on the beach a school of 100+ pound tarpon crash a school of mullet. Many were clearing the water while pursuing the mullet. Was really cool to watch. I ended up pulling a 5 1/2 foot blacktip out of that mess with a live mullet i snagged on a lure.

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