Most bizarre thing that's happened while hunting

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I brought this topic up after remembering an amazing event while hunting bear in the Rim country of Northern Arizona back in the 1980's. I was sitting on a cliff with my tripod, and was glassing and calling for black bear. Mind you I was in the absolute middle of no where, public lands where you can only enter on foot, very desolate wilderness country.

After hours of glassing and moving from one spot to another, I was glassing and kind of digging my fingers into the dirt, just something to do, no real purpose. Suddenly my fingers felt something other than dirt or rock, when I pulled what felt like card board out of the ground, it was a wallet. So I pulled it out of the dirt, it was almost entirely decomposed, but there was a driver license, credit cards, some money, and the other usual stuff one sticks in their wallet. Most of the contents was well beyond identifying, but as I carefully pulled everything out, trying not to destroy it completely, I looked at the driver license, credit cards, and other I.D., out of pure curiosity. I almost fell over, it was my best friends wallet.

It gets better. I went over to his house the next day and said, hey Jim, take a look at what I found up in the Rim country yesterday while glassing. When I handed it to him I could tell he knew immediately what it was, but couldn't believe his eye's. Where the heck did you find this? As it turned out, you guessed it, he had lost it more than 17 years earlier while glassing for bear! He had just dropped a big black bear and was trying to find a way down the cliffs, so he had no idea where he lost it, as he said he didn't have any idea when it fell out of his back pocket. He was about 20 yrs. old in college at NAU when he lost it, and he was 38 yrs. old when I found it.

The week before I found it, I was trying to pry some secret spots out of him, be Without knowing how remote, and how far from any marked trail or path it was, and that it is in wilderness territory, one can't really grasp how unbelievable this was. The Rim country, or the Mogollon Rim as it is referred to, is over 200 miles long, and consists of cliff faces that extend as high as 2,000 feet straight up in places. And having never hunted this terrain prior, I had no idea where to start glassing, not a single clue. I just kept thinking, where would Jim glass for bears, bingo.

GS
 
THat's so cool. I hope somebody can find my laser rangfinder than I lost a few weeks ago in the mountain...
 
I'll keep my eye's open for that range finder!

Oh, I also found my Son't wallet in S.W. New Mexico, but it was on a trail we used, so it wasn't as incredible.

GS
 
That is an awesome story! He must have been blown away when you handed that to him!
 
Keep an eye out for my Mauser rifle, Nikon binocs, 3 wallets, and my house keys while you're at it.

Side note: My buddy and I found a guy's truck and trailer in 80 feet of water at a boat ramp in Smith Lake, Ala. years ago. we were Scuba diving for catfish and found the truck. We attached a long rope and he gave us $20.
I don't know if he ever got it out or not.
 
Last deer season I was standing on a steep ridge overlooking a long draw and I looked down and between my feet was a key to a dodge pickup I drive a dodge pick up so I thought it was mine and it fell out of my pocket. So when the day was over I got back to my truck and there was another dodge truck next to mine and sure enough it unlocked his door. So I locked it back up and put the key under his windshield wiper. The next day the truck was gone. I found that key 8 miles away from the parked truck.
 
One year during bow season I was enjoying an evening hunt next to a creek that ran down into a bean field. I was back in the woods about 100 yards and just relaxing up in my treestand. I was camo'd up head to toe with a facemask that showed only the area around my eyes.

We called the place "hawks creek" because you would often see hawks silently gliding down the creek searching for a victim. On this particular evening a hawk pulled up on a tree limb 20 yards away from me and maybe a few feet higher than where I sat. It was really cool to see him that close. I could see him in great detail and even got to watch as he pitched off that branch to fly RIGHT AT MY FACE! I couldn't believe it...I guess he saw the small patch where my facemask didn't cover around my eyes...maybe he thought I was a squirrel. He was in a full attack glide right into the middle of my face.

It took a second before I realized that his course wasn't changing. I jumped up and waved him off...almost dropped my bow in the process. He turned hard and his whole wing span flared right in front of me. He blew past me and landed on a branch about 20 yards to my 4'oclock and started watching me again. I was laughing at this point and with him sitting back there I could not get back to hunting. I figured he'd make another run at me as soon as I looked away.
 
Several unusual things

The first was while going to my acreage to check trail cameras last week. A "neighbor" has a set of antlers on his mailbox but this time he had a pink bra hanging on it. I have a feeling that didn't sit too well with whoever owned it as it was removed a few days later.

Second was today while driving through the field to the woods. I found a couple of pristine golf balls about 200 yards from the nearest fence. I don't mind it but aren't those a little pricy to whack into a hay field with little chance of recovery.

Third was today my boy and I checked out a strange rock formation. To me it looked like somebody had deliberately laid rocks flat and tight to hide something. It looked like the dirt underneath had settled like something was buried underneath. Realistically we expected to find nothing but we were hoping for a can of coins or something. To our surprise, it appears they cover a hand dug well. The hole is about a foot in diameter and appears to be rock lined. The darkness swallowed the light from my little flashlight. It felt like the blackness was trying to suck my arm and the flashlight into it. We put the rock cover back and will go back with a strong flashlight and some cord. What is weird is there is no structure near the well. It's just back in the woods near an old mostly dry pond.
 
Third was today my boy and I checked out a strange rock formation. To me it looked like somebody had deliberately laid rocks flat and tight to hide something. It looked like the dirt underneath had settled like something was buried underneath. Realistically we expected to find nothing but we were hoping for a can of coins or something. To our surprise, it appears they cover a hand dug well. The hole is about a foot in diameter and appears to be rock lined. The darkness swallowed the light from my little flashlight. It felt like the blackness was trying to suck my arm and the flashlight into it. We put the rock cover back and will go back with a strong flashlight and some cord. What is weird is there is no structure near the well. It's just back in the woods near an old mostly dry pond.

Horror movies start like that.
 
Here's an extremely edited version of my filling a doe tag in a foot of snow on Sat. Nov. 22nd, 1997. The unedited version's too long for here but I swear it's true with no exaggeration, it's from my personal hunting stories collection.
"There was a foot of snow up on the big hill, the last few inches of which had just fallen overnight. I'd been sitting on one of the upper slopes overlooking a flat section that deer like to use. By 10 a.m. I was starting to shiver in the cold. About 20 minutes later a doe appeared, moving very slowly, stopping every few feet to sniff the air. It stopped just short of my first shooting lane. Then moved across the lane and stopped behind some saplings, the range was about 20 yards. My doe tag was in my pack, the Remington 870 was already in my shoulder with the safety off and suddenly I wasn't cold anymore. The doe moved again and stopped right in my next shooting lane. Centering the crosshairs on a broadside lung shot of a motionless deer the trigger was squeezed. Just as the roar of the 12 ga. broke the eerie silence the deer started forward. I knew I hit but the hit was further back than my point of aim.. The deer bolted; I jumped up, cursing to myself and ran down to where the deer was when I fired. Found the blood I knew would be there but was afraid this one might go a long way before expiring. Then heard noise about 50 yards over by a small drainage creek that turns into a ravine further down the slope. The deer had fallen on the bank and was bleeding heavily and trying to get up. The coup de grace was administered and I went back to retrieve my gear. Back at the spot where the deer had been hit something in the snow caught my eye. About 10 feet or more beyond where the deer was hit , there was a long straight line in the deep snow. I looked at the line, the blood, and then back up at my firing point. Everything lined up....."It can't be", I thought. Rested the Remington against a tree and went over to where the line began as a small groove in the snow. Took off a glove and stuck a finger into the groove where it turned into a small tunnel in the snow. After running my finger through the snow a few feet following the tunnel I grasped something hard between my thumb and forefinger. Next thing I know I'm staring in disbelief at a mushroomed, deformed 12 ga. Foster style slug that minutes ago had passed through that deer. It had struck behind the lung area and went through the liver. The deer would have suffered a few more minutes before dying if I hadn't ended it quickly. That mushroomed slug makes a nice memento of a cold snowy day that warmed my heart. What are the odds of something like that happening to me again?"
 
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The most bizarre thing I remember seeing while hunting was something I witnessed. My dad and I were Coues deer hunting down in the desert hills south of Tucson. It was early afternoon and we had just set up in the spot we were going to glass until dark. As we glassed, we saw some trucks and ATV's park a mile or two to the south of us. 12 (yes, a dozen) people with rifles got out and started walking in a line towards where we were glassing. They closed the distance to 6-700 yards. We were watching for deer to spook out but none did. Then they all lined up facing a hillside, and all of them emptied their rifles into the hillside. We could see no movement on the hill they were shooting at, but could see dirt flying on the hill. Then they all herded up and walked back to their vehicles. They did not go investigate the hillside further, and as far as we could tell no animal had been seen. It was very, very strange. We did not know what to make of that.


This is a picture of the area but it was taken at a different time and the angle is not the same as we had. The hill we are glassing from in the picture is the hill they were shooting at.
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All cammoed up sitting in my tree stand during archery season. Every inch covered in cammo. I was wiggling my index finger on my right hand as it rested on the stand's arm rest. Just sort of tapping my finger.
An owl came out of nowhere and was about to land on/grab my hand! He must have thought it was a mouse or something. I saw it coming in out of the corner of my eye and instinctively swiped at it with my bow. The owl pulled a pretty impressive evasive maneuver and flew up and over my head and bow.
That will wake you right the @&$) up!
 
One more. It was the first day of shotgun season here in Mass a few years ago. I had taken the whole week off just to hunt but for some reason I just wasn't into it that year. I didn't do any scouting, didn't set and stands, no trail cam, absolutely no prep other than some range practice.
I was sitting in my couch loafing in front of the TV late in the afternoon but I was feeling like a lame for not being out in the woods. So I got up, got dressed, grabbed my gear and walked out my cellar door.
My back yard borders state forest so I only walked about 100 feet while loading my gun. I had just racked a round into the chamber and was about to sling my gun when right in front of me, maybe 40 yards away was a fat seven pointer with his head down sniffing the ground. I shouldered my gun, he lifted his head and turned his head back away from me like he was looking at his rump. This gave me a perfect almost broad side shot.
I dropped him right where he stood and dragged him the whole 30 seconds back to my yard!
Maybe next year I can get one to commit suicide in my chest freezer and save my the five minutes I spent in that hunt!
 
That's actually southern Arizona, I mostly hunted Coues whitetail deer and coyotes when I lived down south. There are a lot of southern Coues hunts that don't fill up in the draw and therefore are sold over the counter. A lot of those areas hold trophy animals. PM if you are interested in hunting AZ, I'd be glad to answer any questions.
 
A friend and his daughter were sitting in the woods during whitetail season a few years ago and watched a turkey coming in to roost.
It went to land quite a ways up in a tree- already had it's 'landing gear' out and wings folded, and missed the limb it was aiming for!
They witnessed a turkey crashing and falling down through the tree, bouncing off limbs, etc., making quite a racket.
It finally dropped out and fell motionless on the ground.
My buddy and his daughter looked at each other in disbelief, then back over to the scene of the crash.
The turkey popped his head up and looked around, then jumped up and ran off like he was on fire.
 
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