OptimusPrime
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Dinosaur may be the best storyteller on here. He gets my vote.
Your Scariest Hunting Experience?
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Yeah, I liked Retired Navy Chief, too. I enjoyed all of them.
Out deer hunting one year, I set up on the ground in a predetermine spot where I had a clear view of several intersecting game trails. A few hours into hunting the wind shifted to sending my scent out in front of me and out into the direction I patiently sat and watched. After a few I started to hearing the crunch of an approaching animal directly behind me. I stayed froze as I heard it close to within approx. 15 ft and stayed froze as I was certain it could view me and movement would easily be noticed. Still not sure what was behind me I started hearing the scrapes in the low hanging branches. That's when a little bit of fear set in. Great, here I sit fully exposed and vulnerable with a testosterone laced buck standing behind me with the clear upper hand. As slow and deliberate as I could I began to very slowly turn to gain view, using the bill of my hat to conceal my eyes from his. As I finally made turn enough, there he was, in full view, starring right back at me. The fattest red squirrel I've ever seen in my life!
That little **** had a stick in his mouth and was scrapping it back and forth across the branches and the tree as he went along, never leaving a very small area behind me,and never putting off any sort of clawing sound that's typical to their movement in the trees. There is not a sole on this earth that can convince me that the squirrel didn't know exactly what he was doing and did everything short of grunt, to impersonate a buck. I was never in any danger,but it still cost me a pair of shorts.
That little **** had a stick in his mouth and was scrapping it back and forth across the branches and the tree as he went along, never leaving a very small area behind me,and never putting off any sort of clawing sound that's typical to their movement in the trees. There is not a sole on this earth that can convince me that the squirrel didn't know exactly what he was doing and did everything short of grunt, to impersonate a buck. I was never in any danger,but it still cost me a pair of shorts.
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I was charged by a large bull moose while grouse hunting in Minnesota. Since I was unwind and could not climb fast enough, or shoot him with birdshot, I quickly unzipped and pissed in the wind. That worked. I like to say I have the fasted zipper in the county. And maybe he felt less like a bull. Lol. But I knew the sudden smell would surprise him. He was chasing my hunting dog that had barked at him. The dog was running to me. I don't know if she was scared or saying, "hey dad, look what I am bringing to you".
Other things have happened, lost in a hige wilderness. Broke through ice, accidently shot at. Branch fell on me in windstorm. Truck stuck in remote area. My grandson says, that when things go wrong it is an adventure and grandpa has lots of those. Lol.
Other things have happened, lost in a hige wilderness. Broke through ice, accidently shot at. Branch fell on me in windstorm. Truck stuck in remote area. My grandson says, that when things go wrong it is an adventure and grandpa has lots of those. Lol.
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Wow ! That's the best "quick on the draw" tale I've heard in a while . It was too good to have been made up . Happy Hunting !
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My scariest was when my hubby and I decided to share a tree stand... On second thought- never mind.
Second place goes to the time my brother and I were loading wood from a tree that had been bucked out the spring before in a woodlot where we do not allow hunting simply because it's where we get our fuel wood. Suddenly there was this BOOOOM fsst fsst fsst fsst thunk! Ed pushed me down behind a tree and started doing the infantry cha cha cha. A few minutes later (it seemed like hours though) Ed brought the guy back ( he had his hand around the guy's elbow and a stick about as big around as a shopping cart handle up his armpit. I went to the truck, got my cell and called the sheriff while Ed very politely informed the guy he considered it very poor manners to trespass. Every time the - uh - gentleman tried to BS he got applied pressure to the Brachial Plexus. Oddly enough, even after his court appearance the guy never came back for his shotgun.
Second place goes to the time my brother and I were loading wood from a tree that had been bucked out the spring before in a woodlot where we do not allow hunting simply because it's where we get our fuel wood. Suddenly there was this BOOOOM fsst fsst fsst fsst thunk! Ed pushed me down behind a tree and started doing the infantry cha cha cha. A few minutes later (it seemed like hours though) Ed brought the guy back ( he had his hand around the guy's elbow and a stick about as big around as a shopping cart handle up his armpit. I went to the truck, got my cell and called the sheriff while Ed very politely informed the guy he considered it very poor manners to trespass. Every time the - uh - gentleman tried to BS he got applied pressure to the Brachial Plexus. Oddly enough, even after his court appearance the guy never came back for his shotgun.
This is not really about me but my son, although I did become a little scared too. About a month ago my son had an elk permit. He had hunted there several times but never gotten one although he'd seen several. He actually missed a couple last year at close range with a muzzle loader! He's really a bow hunter so he decided that this year he would try his luck with the bow. We typically sat on the edge of a big canyon and called. His call is pretty effective as he called in a herd last year and a calf started to jump up on the rock he was calling from and he had to wave the muzzle loader to keep it from jumping on him.
We took off early in the morning and his 12 year old son wanted to go but couldn't wake up. We got out there and I decided to stay in the truck as he was still asleep. My son took off and I sat reading waiting for daylight and my grandson to wake up. About a half hour later just after sunup, there's a pounding on my window. I look out and my son's excited so I assumed he got one. I opened the door and he's trembling and I said what happened. He said "I almost was attacked by a mountain lion!." He said he was using his cow call and had a strange feeling he was being watched. He said he turned to his right saw a huge Tom cat ready to pounce about 5 yards away. He jumped up got an arrow in and shot just as the cat turned. I told my grandson we were going to go look for it and he, of course, decided to stay in the truck.
We got to where he shot it and found blood just below the rock he was standing on. We started tracking it and that's where I got a a little rattled. I usually have my .44 mag with me but left it at home. My son had his bow and I had nothing. Every time we got close to a bush that the blood led us to, I got the willies thinking what if he's crouched on the other side. We saw places where he had torn up the ground under a tree. We figured out later that he was probably trying to pull out the arrow as we found it some 100 yards down the canyon. We followed the blood for about a half hour and finally came to a cliff where it stopped. He must have jumped off the cliff. We gave up at that point as the canyon got too steep to continue. We decided that it probably was not a vitals hit as it didn't look like the type of blood you find on a vitals hit. We suspect when he turned and my son pulled his bow up and shot it went through its shoulder. It was an experience and I wished we had the pelt hanging on the wall. Actually, I hope he recovered and didn't just die in a cave somewhere in that canyon. I will not forget my sidearm in the future!
We took off early in the morning and his 12 year old son wanted to go but couldn't wake up. We got out there and I decided to stay in the truck as he was still asleep. My son took off and I sat reading waiting for daylight and my grandson to wake up. About a half hour later just after sunup, there's a pounding on my window. I look out and my son's excited so I assumed he got one. I opened the door and he's trembling and I said what happened. He said "I almost was attacked by a mountain lion!." He said he was using his cow call and had a strange feeling he was being watched. He said he turned to his right saw a huge Tom cat ready to pounce about 5 yards away. He jumped up got an arrow in and shot just as the cat turned. I told my grandson we were going to go look for it and he, of course, decided to stay in the truck.
We got to where he shot it and found blood just below the rock he was standing on. We started tracking it and that's where I got a a little rattled. I usually have my .44 mag with me but left it at home. My son had his bow and I had nothing. Every time we got close to a bush that the blood led us to, I got the willies thinking what if he's crouched on the other side. We saw places where he had torn up the ground under a tree. We figured out later that he was probably trying to pull out the arrow as we found it some 100 yards down the canyon. We followed the blood for about a half hour and finally came to a cliff where it stopped. He must have jumped off the cliff. We gave up at that point as the canyon got too steep to continue. We decided that it probably was not a vitals hit as it didn't look like the type of blood you find on a vitals hit. We suspect when he turned and my son pulled his bow up and shot it went through its shoulder. It was an experience and I wished we had the pelt hanging on the wall. Actually, I hope he recovered and didn't just die in a cave somewhere in that canyon. I will not forget my sidearm in the future!
Sitting in my tree stand waiting for a deer to wander by on land where I was the "only" hunter allowed and having a slug clip off a branch a foot from my head. Hit the ground, fired off my three rounds in the air and waited to slink off to my truck. Never went back there again.
Bought my own land a few years later. Posted and pay a neighbor to watch for trespassers and poachers. Much safer.
Bought my own land a few years later. Posted and pay a neighbor to watch for trespassers and poachers. Much safer.
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