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Question by Whitetail98. Uploaded on November 20, 2012
A couple years ago i was hunting elk in November and my buddy and i were pushing a large draw we say five cows run into. as i was walking the ridge i looked over to to see were my friend was and happened to look up the tree and saw a cougar watching my friend getting ready to jump out of the tree. i got on the radio and told him to stop and i moved so i had a great angle on the cat and he walk backwards and as soon as it was safe i shot the cat out of the tree. we took him to my taxidermist and when the game warden came to check the cat he told us that a cat had killed a few colts and a sheep dog earlier that month. it was nice it was my first cat and no one ever got hurt so it was a great trip a night later we both filled our elk tags and ended with a great full body mount over my door.
I got stuck out in the middle of the Nevada desert during the summer time in 114 degree heat. Wife didn't know where I was, no cell service, 50 miles from the nearest town, and only a 20oz bottle of water. It was the only time in my life where I can say I honestly felt like I was in deep #?*!. By the grace of God I ran into a drifter out wandering the same desolate roads in his truck.
This deer season my stand runs the top of a ridge where a few come together. as i go to my tree at 4:30, (pitch black out had a new moon) before i got my climber of my back coyotes statred howling and laughing in the valleys just below me. fastest ive ever gotten in the tree.
I was looking for my dog along a creek and when I put my foot down I stepped on a rattlesnake! My worst nightmare, but fortunately I stepped on its head. I screamed, jumped in the air and backwards all at the same time. I stopped looking for the dog and the snake died. I did find the dog two days later.
I've stepped nearly on a water moccasin as big around as my wrist. Luckily, it was sluggish from cold.
I was in my teens with my older brother and we walked an hour up Mount Tammany. We were hunting the Delaware Water Gap, on the New Jersey side. We did a two man deer drive. My brother walked 100 yards down the side of a mountain and I walked on the top.
My brother took a shot and yelled Buck! Two hunters were walking toward me and they shot at the nine point buck as he ran by me. The buckshot pellets zinged pass me on both sides. I never shot because I didn't want to harm the two hunters. They both said they never saw me. I was wearing an orange hat. I believe that dead nine point buck shield me, from those buckshots, that hit him instead.
My daughter survived a strike from a rattlesnake, I believe he bounced off her shoe. I've never been that scared before or after.
I was out scouting a large field from a ridge above. I set up and was so focused on the two velvet bucks below me that i didn't look where i was stepping. While resting my eye from the spotting scope i felt a wiggling feeling under my foot (i stupidly wore sneakers). As i lifted my foot without thinking a copperhead shot out from under my feet like a bat out of hell. I jumped higher than a buck with a 30-06 in his heart screamed like a little girl.....i was done scouting for the day.
When I was twenty-one, my friend and I were deer hunting, we just re-connected after making a drive through a woodlot, the next thing I know I heard a very loud buzz zoom by my head (it was a deer slug). My pal grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground. I raised my head and yelled and another slug came zooming over head. We stayed flat on the snow for a bit, and we could see two guys running away over a small knoll. They ran across the road deep into some posted land. By the way they were running it seemed they were pretty young. I wanted to chase after them, but my very wise and older friend refused to let me. Thank God for good friends.
i was a senior in high school and was deer hunting during the early part of the MI gun season by myself. i was walking along the edge of a swamp heading to a pine thicket to set up for the evening when all of the sudden i went up to my waist in muck, and continued to slowly sink. thought i was going to go all the way under, but luckily there was a small tree within arms reach i was able to grab onto and somehow rip myself out of the muck.
2 years ago I was using my dads Amacker climbing stand to move and readjust a 2 man ladder stand for my dad. I was up about 25ft. when I heard something crash in the leaves behind me, if I were hunting this would be a great sound, but Im not hunting right now.
I turned to see dad face down in the leaves (sugar crash) and not moving. Amacker climbers can go up and down very quickly if you know what you are doing. I got down to dad in time to give him some sugar candy under his tongue and water. He came to and ate lunch, then we went back to camp.
Turkey hunting with my father a year and a half ago. We got into the woods before light and heard the rustling that you usually hear from a deer who has been spooked. Thinking nothing of it, we set up. Five minutes later, we started to see a coyote circling us. He stuck around for about 15 minutes. It wasn't that scary, but my dad was pretty worried.
These stories are great! They reminded me of another scary moment that I had forgotten about. I was spear fishing a coral reef not far off Waikiki beach early one morning. I was crossing the reef and each tme the waves ebbed I was gradually lowered to the surface of the shallow reef. Since the reef had lots of sharp coral, I just flattened out and let it float me inches from the coral. Then as each new surge came across the reef, I would swim ahead to the next low spot in the wave.
As I was settling down on the coral during one of these waves, the reef errupted beneath me. I was pushed out of the water and it felt like I was laying on the backs of a bucking broncos. As I looked down, a snake head a little larger than my hand popped me in the face mask and stared right in at me. I was laying on top of a very large black and yellow striped sea snake; all coiled in about a three foot coil. It was around 12 to 18 inches in diameter and probably in the 15 foot length range; maybe more. All I could think of was the Belcher's sea snake, the most venemous snake on the planet. They make a Black Mamba look like a pussey cat. I don't know if that is what it was for sure, but I instantly played dead and it thrashed me around as it uncoiled out from under me. I did not get bitten but my heart has never been the same. Boy, was I glad to see that snake's wake!
One day at the age of 14, i was out squirrel hunting om my land. i had been circling the area for a little while and was looking into the woods, not what i was about to step on. the next step i took dropped my foot in a hole in the dirt. my hand slipped and the trigger when off, blowing a damn whole in the ground! if it had been an inch closer it would have been my foot. after proscessing what just happened, i said a prayer and pressed the safety on. I will always remember that day and i thank God that it happened the way it did!
Went fishing in hidden lake in Glacier National Park, Montana. I Caught 2 cut-throat trout and was hiking back towards the peak with them on a stringer. We stopped cause random people on the ridge above us could see and were yelling at us but were too far for us to hear what they were saying. Then my brothers heard something crackling behind on the trail. My one brother gulped "bear!". So we walked about 25yds to an open area and tossed the trout into a shallow stream and kept walking. The folks on the ridge said they started yelling when they realized the grizzly bear they were watching was following us up the trail. That night we ate grill cheese. Other hikers saw Grizz eat my trout, we never looked back just kept walking.
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