When I was about 10yrs old,my dad took me up to Rattlesnake Creek,on the west side of the Cascade Mnt range,for trout opener. I was working my way up the creek to the next hole and came up to this big old blow down,about 4'dia, I put my rod on the top and crawled over and slid down the other side,right onto the back of a two point Elk, he was getting up, well he took off like a shot and I grabbed his horns,WRONG, the lounder I screamed the faster he would run,he ran for about 30yds and stoped and started to turn in circles, he then LEAPED! forward and I rolled backward clear off his rump. I've told this story many times,to my Grandkids & my buddies,some believed,some didn't,I don't think my Dad and his buddies in camp ever did believe it. Thank about it,could you make up a story like this? Realy its true.
YEEEEEEEEEEEE HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
WOAH! - I said WOAH!
Uh-oh, now what?!
THUD! OUCH!
Man, ain't nobody gonna believe THIS!
At 10 years old, I probably would have needed to change my britches after that!!!
I gotta hand it to you, you're probably the first and only person to have an experience like that. Bet you wish someone was there with a movie camera.
Upstate NY Fishing
Wow, what a ride. Sounds like you needed to start wearing chaps & spurs when fishing
Goodnight Vienna...Pistols Firing!!!
THAT WOULD FIT THE TALL TALES SECTION FOR SURE.
Not an Elk , but a pet Whitetail.
Last edited by NIMROD; 05-14-2008 at 06:55 PM.