I was thinking the same thing, good way to get someone shot, but it's hard to shoot someone with an unloaded gun.
And as bobcat will scare you in the dark.. I often fear coming across them on my way out the woods.
Yep, we made sure he had no bullets, but my buddy was shot twice in Afghanistan so he knew what he was gettin himself into. But theres no way i would let him go running into the woods without absolutely KNOWING that my brother had no rounds on him b/c he would be the first person to kill a Yetti and try to get it mounted. He never even knew his gun wasnt loaded till we told him
Anyways, this threads got some hilarious stories. I hope we can keep them coming. I enjoy reading them.
Anyways, my story is from hunting a plot of land that was WAY out in the boondocks. No houses for miles and a small river running through it. Anyways, I got there while it was still dark. I freely admit, I always get spooked when I enter the woods and it's still dark. But this time put it over the top. I had just gotten seated in my stand and was taking my "okay I'm settled and ready" deep breath when about 50 yards behind me I heard what sounded like a baby being murdered! This was by far the scaredest I've ever been in my life. Of course I was bow hunting so my self defense was minimal....I didn't know whether to climb down and take off running or drop the bow and just take off climbing by hand 20 feet higher in the tree.
It seemed like an ETERNITY for the sun to come up and I was really freaking out when I started hearing foot steps in the leafs. Something was coming right toward me from the river. I was about to have a heart attack when it finally came into view and sounded off again. It was a daggone bobcat.
I can tell you that I've never been so relieved in my life. But honestly, I don't think I ever went back there again once that day was over.
Boy that's the truth!!! Bobcats are terrible sounding in the dark. I had some get fired up in my woods this weekend and although I know what the sounds are, they still get my heart thumping.
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3 Bald Stooges of Percy Priest Lake - Co Founder
"You're not just fluous. You're super fluous."
- Fat Mike
Used to hunt with a buddy that for reasons best left unexplained, always wanted me to come get him at the end of the nights hunt. We'd drive out to where I would drop him off, and he would head into his stand and I would drive over to mine. At the end of the hunt he would stay up in his tree until I came out to get him.
On night as I was making my way through the woods to pick him up I kept hearing, or thought I kept hearing something off to my left. A couple of times I stopped and stood still to hear better, but I would never hear anything. Figured it was just my imagination.
I get to within 50 yds. of his stand and I DEFINITELY hear something off to my left just a few yards so I flip on my headlamp and OH SH-T! There are two eyes and a shiney wet nose framed in a black head.
My buddy wants to know what in the sam sixties I'm doing climbing onto his tree stand with him! I tell him there's a black bear down there. He says there aren't any bear this far south in Michigan. I say bullsh-t.
Well after we got the courage to get down and go back to camp he gives me the raz all night over brews around the fire about being scared of an imaginary bear. The next day after the morning hunt when I meet him at the road...yeah he will walk out in daylight, he has his stand with him? What ya doin' with your stand, I asked. He says he aint huntin' back there anymore. Too many bear tracks around the base of his tree. Ha, big sissy! No bear my _ss.
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Used to hunt with a buddy that for reasons best left unexplained, always wanted me to come get him at the end of the nights hunt. We'd drive out to where I would drop him off, and he would head into his stand and I would drive over to mine. At the end of the hunt he would stay up in his tree until I came out to get him.
On night as I was making my way through the woods to pick him up I kept hearing, or thought I kept hearing something off to my left. A couple of times I stopped and stood still to hear better, but I would never hear anything. Figured it was just my imagination.
I get to within 50 yds. of his stand and I DEFINITELY hear something off to my left just a few yards so I flip on my headlamp and OH SH-T! There are two eyes and a shiney wet nose framed in a black head.
My buddy wants to know what in the sam sixties I'm doing climbing onto his tree stand with him! I tell him there's a black bear down there. He says there aren't any bear this far south in Michigan. I say bullsh-t.
Well after we got the courage to get down and go back to camp he gives me the raz all night over brews around the fire about being scared of an imaginary bear. The next day after the morning hunt when I meet him at the road...yeah he will walk out in daylight, he has his stand with him? What ya doin' with your stand, I asked. He says he aint huntin' back there anymore. Too many bear tracks around the base of his tree. Ha, big sissy! No bear my _ss.
Yankee, that one nearly made me spray my coffee
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Good Moses - Pilot of Blind Minnow Fishing Club
3 Bald Stooges of Percy Priest Lake - Co Founder
"You're not just fluous. You're super fluous."
- Fat Mike
yes ,me also,on time i was hunting behind our house,about 150 yards from my bedroom window,i got up there 30 minutes before daylight,so about 15 min before good light i heard what had to be a deer walking in the same trail i used to walk in on,well when it got to the base of my tree,i heard it stop,an just stand there.so i thought,man in 10 more minutes i will have a shot on a deer,i reached up an got my bow an waited,finally daylight came ,an there was nothing there.man that was weird................one more story,i was hunting in a pine tree,25 feet in the air,i had already harvested 4 deer from this same tree,so i felt really at home in this tree,all of a sunden a BIG WHITE OWL,an i mean BIG,flew by me an landed in a tree ,level with me,about15 ft behind me.i had on full camo ,face garment an all,so this thing just twisted his head looking at me .an i was really working him over with small movement,faceial,an head movements.well this thing would have been i think waist high on me,if he was standing beside me.well all of a sudden he had had enough,so he took off towards me as if he was going to lift me out of the tree an fly off with me ,right before he got ahold of me i waved my hands in the air to keep him from doing this,man he scared me so bad i had to turn around an hug the tree to keep from falling out.an i wished at that time i had a clean pair of pants.
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About 35 years back a friend and i went backpacking and fishin. The place was a remote lake in the Sierra mountains. we got there and set up camp. We had no tent, just some cheap hammocs . That evenin we tied our hammocs up, put our sleepin in and tried to climb in. yep rolled rite out. well i get a brite idea. lets carefully get in and lace um up so we cant fall out. Well so far so good. I was sleepin like a baby with its favorite blanket untill i heard roger rustlin around in the dark. I say, hey roger what are ya doin. yep roger dont say nuthin. I poke my head out to see whats goin on. yep its a bear standin rite next to me. I ease my head back in and by now i dont know whats louder, the bear ransaking camp or the sound my hearts make'in tryin to beat it's way out of my chest. This went on for about an hour but it seemed like a week. Finally started ta crack light and i dont hear nuthin. I poke my head out and the bear is gone. I speak up and say, hey roger its ok he's gone. Roger comes back with' who's gone. Yep roger slept rite through it. The bear cleaned us out. I can tell ya first hand that bears dont s..t in the woods. They do it right in the middle of camp.
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