.270 Report post Posted October 19, 2004 rembrant, just 2 yards spooked ya? ain't ya ever went elk tippin'? when i used to bowhunt a lot, i was such a bad shot that i had to get within 2 yards to hit em. and what's this "Lark story" stuff? i only tell the truth, as i remember it. once i shot an elk with my bow that was so close when he whistled, snot was landing on my glasses. true story. poked a hole in him and as he ran off he stepped on my buddy, willie, who was laying on the ground a few yards away, cow calling. hunt elk in the rut enough, and you will have some scary stuff happen. i have a buncha stories about that. Lark. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
az4life Report post Posted October 20, 2004 (edited) You guys all got some good stories. If you spend enough time in the wilderness, you will see a lot I guess. Collectively we have a pretty god group of Close c\encounters of the wild game kind. My close ones were with a Coatimundi, a few rattlers, and one that I thought I was going to die from, a mtn lion. The Lion story is the best, but the Coati was interesting too. I never heard of a Coati until I ran into one heading up a tree about 2 yards from me. Those things are mean and look like God had some fun mixing up a group of crittters to see what he could come up with. This little dude was charging at me from up the tree! Snarling and barking, just challenging me to come a little closer. I didn't know what it was, and backed off without popping him. I went about 1/4 mile up the ridge to where a friend was sitting and told him about this strange looking animal that was snarling and barking at me up this tree. I said it looks like a badger, raccoon, monkey mixed. Big long tail with a loop on the end. He asked If I mixed up the water and the Liquor from the camp in my canteen. He Told me I was full of it, or nuts or something like it, and we continued glassing the hillside for deer. I've been known to pull afew pranks so I guess I see why he would doubt me... About 20 minutes go by and he calls to me, "hey, I don't know about that thing you say you saw, but I think you got it pretty mad" I am thinking he did not believe me a few minutes earlier and now he must be going to have a wise crack or something... Anyway he continued" Whatever it was, you must have made it mad, because he went and got a lot of his friends and they are heading this way!" Looking across this canyon, there were about 50 of these dark critters with tall "cane shaped" tails scurrying around on the hill across from us. moving our way. Strange critter for sure, Anyway we were Deer hunting and got 2 nice ones in the next couple days. Learned what a Coati was after some discussions with AZGFD officer. He said they wer not usually in that area and was I sure about what I saw. Hey, I did not know what they were before I saw them so I could not have made them up! Later Edited January 1, 1970 by az4life Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Rembrant Report post Posted October 20, 2004 I was complementing your stories, Lark. Mike Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
jmbn Report post Posted November 10, 2004 Well, I've never had a problem with a deer, but once I almost got et by a duck. I finally had agreed to take my wife duck hunting, and she was ready to quit after I got one duck. I put it in my bag after I shot it, then in the trunk of the VW for the trip home. Upon arrival home, I opened the trunk and the duck was standing there looking at me, as surprised as I was. He didn't stand there long and tried to fly right thru me on his way out. I never laughed so hard in my life, and the wife never went again. Last I saw of the duck he was flying over the horizon in Newport Beach, CA! Hope he recovered. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
.270 Report post Posted November 10, 2004 (edited) a duck?! now that'd be a rough story to try and embellish to tell you're grandkids. "grampa, did you ever have to fight a bear or a lion?" "well no, but i got beat up by a duck once". i shot a buck last friday. my youngest son found it layin' dead, or so it seemed. when i walked up it came to life, stood up, turned and started hooking at me with it's antlers. he was hurt pretty bad, but he scared the heck outta me. had to push him away with my rifle barrel, cycled the bolt to put a fresh one in the chamber and shot him in the neck. my heart was thumpin' pretty good from the excitement of jumping and shooting him and the sprint (ok, more like a liesurely stroll) to the downed deer, but dang it thumped harder when that buck took a bead on my groin with them pointy horns. Lark. Edited January 1, 1970 by .270 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
105Coues Report post Posted November 10, 2004 I shot a carp deer and we went up next to it and laid our rifles and packs down. The deer got this wild eyed look and tried to get up in the direction of our rifles. He trampled them and then died. Scared the piss out of us at the time. Looking back on it it is a cherished memory of hunting with my father. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
the breeze Report post Posted November 10, 2004 catch and release duck Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
