Did you see or hear any other watercraft or aircraft in the area?
What’s your spookiest hunting experience?
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Muddyboots
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NOTHING! No birds, NOTHING. Quiet as hello! It was the compasses spinning that was weird. Oh yeah, no Loran C at all so zero navigation. Hot hazy night so maybe 10 miles visibility. My boat was new Penn Yan Tournament 212 so ran like top.
Did you lose ALL electrical?
Muddyboots
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Yes, nothing would operate at all. They turned on but zip on working. Radio turned on but plain static. I had a Lowrance Eagle graph Loran C combo and it would turn on but squiggly lines. Built in compass just spun in circles. Engines would crank but would not start. It was the strangest thing since stuff would turn on but did not work. This cannot be possible.
memtb
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Sounds like effects from an EMP or Solar Flare……but, everyone for miles should have experienced it!
Ma ybe a Navy underwater experiment!
memtb
You have the same sense of direction as my wife in the Wal-Mart parking lot.Part 2
When going down the ridge, practically feeling my way, I ran into a small downed tree….hitting me across my shins!
Mistake #4: Never step up about 16" onto a log in near total darkness, jump off onto the ground on the other side…..it may not be 16" until you hit terra firma again!
When I finally hit bottom, my knees were driven into my chest, knocking the wind out of me. When I finally got my breath, I was very thankful that the Good Lord dropped me into a soft bottom of deep grass…..and not a bunch of deadfall or a rick field!
On the move again, I finally cleared the timber…..no truck nearby!
As I moved farther out into the Sage, I saw lights far away to the west! Thinking it may be the truck…..I headed out. If I waded through the creek once….I waded it 10 or more times. But, I was determined to straight line to the truck.
Truck ? As I got closer to the light, I realized that it was a Coleman Lantern hanging at a camp! When I got close to the camp, I could see and hear hunters….I called out, not wanted to just walk into someone's camp.
They were all sitting around having supper and drinking a few beers. When I was welcomed in and stepped into the light, one said, " you look like hell, would ya like a beer? I didn't refuse it!
When I explain as best I could where the truck was parked….a hunter said he recognized the place, and he would take me there as soon as he finished his meal. He said that the truck was only 2 or 3 miles away, to the east!
Mistake #5: He drove me right to the truck!However, my buddy wasn't there and the truck was locked
! He went back to his camp….I stood at the truck in utter disbelief
. My buddy, had gone back up the mountain looking for me!
A couple of hours, and several gunshots….. my buddy got back to the truck!
We got back to our basecamp a bit after 1:00 am…..with the camp pretty concerned about us! memtb
Muddyboots
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I think solar flare is likely but surprised CG did not mention it but then again was youngster I spoke to.
Muddyboots
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Huh, never affected me though. Huh, never affected me though. Huh, never affected me though. Huh, never affected me though.Ma ybe a Navy underwater experiment!
tknuts103
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When I hunt, I don't use flashlights to enter or leave the woods and I stay until it is dark as can be. One night I left the woods and walked past my trail camera. To my surprise someone was in the woods with me because I had pictures of some creepy looking guy walking out about 30 seconds after me. This was private land, I am the only one who hunts it, no clue who the guy was, he didn't have a bow, and I had no clue he was walking right behind me in the dark. Kind of makes me think I should start using a headlamp.
The only thing I remember about cold bay is I wasn't getting off the plane and spending the night there.
My father was stationed at Cold Bay AFB. Some of his photos and stories just amazed me. He spent a winter there. Rough place to live.
rolltide
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Growing up, I loved to hunt anything with my Dad and my Grandfather. Squirrel season was the first chance to hunt each fall, and we hunted at my grandparent's farm most of the time. One evening, when I was 6 or 7, my Dad came home from work and said "Let's go squirrel hunting"
I couldn't get ready fast enough. Shortly after we got there, I saw a couple of gray squirrels high up in a hickory and pointed them out to Dad. We were easing through the woods and Dad stepped up on a log to try to quietly get a better angle for a shot.
Like any kid would do, I jumped up on the log too. After about 2 seconds, my Dad tells me to get off the log. I tried to argue but when he raised his voice, I knew I was pushing my luck.
I got off the log and was standing there pouting...mad because he got to stand on the log and I didn't. About that time he said, "Christopher, I want you to shoot this copperhead..."
I asked what copperhead and he said "The one between my feet"
That's when we realized that there were 5 copperheads, all about 8"-10" long, spread out on that log. I don't know why they didn't strike or slither off the log, but they were still there.
At that point, I started freaking out because I assumed those were baby snakes and assumed Mama was somewhere close by. Eventually, Dad jumped off the log and he and I both emptied our 410's into that log.
That land now belongs to my cousin and myself and to this day, I think about that day with Dad and the copperheads every time I go by there...
I couldn't get ready fast enough. Shortly after we got there, I saw a couple of gray squirrels high up in a hickory and pointed them out to Dad. We were easing through the woods and Dad stepped up on a log to try to quietly get a better angle for a shot.
Like any kid would do, I jumped up on the log too. After about 2 seconds, my Dad tells me to get off the log. I tried to argue but when he raised his voice, I knew I was pushing my luck.
I got off the log and was standing there pouting...mad because he got to stand on the log and I didn't. About that time he said, "Christopher, I want you to shoot this copperhead..."
I asked what copperhead and he said "The one between my feet"
That's when we realized that there were 5 copperheads, all about 8"-10" long, spread out on that log. I don't know why they didn't strike or slither off the log, but they were still there.
At that point, I started freaking out because I assumed those were baby snakes and assumed Mama was somewhere close by. Eventually, Dad jumped off the log and he and I both emptied our 410's into that log.
That land now belongs to my cousin and myself and to this day, I think about that day with Dad and the copperheads every time I go by there...
memtb
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No light - makes you an easy target and never use the same route consecutively …..I think that I'd be hunt'n something other than game! memtb
memtb
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Copperheads blend into fallen leaves better than any snake that I can think off! I'm not really scared of snakes……but, I respect the heck out of Copperheads! memtb
