1/ sitting in my tree stand and having chickodees playing peek aboo over the bill of my cap.
2/ sitting in the tree stand on the banks of the Kettle River and having a bald eagle fly up the channel close enough to feel the puff of wind from it wings.
3/ sitting under a shade tree hunting on a warm day and seeing a buck mount his doe and do his business then yawn and lay down. I guess men alike.
4/ playing a electronic caller in a ground blind and getting blind sided by a coyote. Not sure which of us was more surprised.
5/ shooting prairie dogs and seeing a black footed ferret, this about six months after there removed from the extinct list.
6/ not hunting but sitting in my kids kindergarten room and watchin three timber wolves walk up out of the bottoms of the Mississippi River in DT minneapolis. The DNR said no way till they saw the pictures
7/ last but not least. sitting in a tree stand and I had just shot a nice plump buck who had conviently piled up against a deadfall just about 50 yards away on a trail. Bubba comes up the trail and sees me in the stand
Bubba walks right up to me touching every branch he can reach with his bare hands and talking loud. He has a knife Rambe would be jealous of on his back pack strap taped so it hung handle down in a oh-so -tactical manner, a high gloss Weatherby with mongo scope and a back pack that most sherpas could not lift on his back (all this in a 1200 acre pulp forest). "I heard a shot, did you see one?" I thought for a minute and said "nope" and he waddled on down the trail. On his way to see me he had stepped over the buck leaning against the dead fall. I figured he was hunting something different. (sorry DiD NOT MEAN TO MAKE THIS A BUBBA THREAD)