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<blockquote data-quote="Mike6158" data-source="post: 2888315" data-attributes="member: 1039"><p>I wasn't spooked but my bow hunting buddy sure was. I was living in NW Louisiana back before hunting clubs took over and clear cutting hardwood trees was in full force. :/ My buddy and I left the plant to do a little evening bow hunting. His stand was to the north of the road we parked off of and mine was to the south and a little west. When I walked in I caught myself subconsciously playing a tune with the squeaks from one of the cams on my bow :/ When I got setup (climbing tree stand) the lightbulb came on. If it squeaked when I was walking it would squeak when I drew. well s word... I decided to stick with the hunt. My buddy, although scared of the dark was, he was guaranteed to stay on his stand until there was no more light so I could hunt or sit in the truck for a few hours.</p><p></p><p>A doe came out a little before last light and when I drew back the screech that came out of the cam, in that moment, to me, was deafening. The deer looked straight at me and headed out. I never got to full draw so she was safe. I sat there contemplating what to do. There was still about 30 minutes, at least, before my buddy would leave his stand plus he had to walk out. I decided to pack it in and go wait in the truck.</p><p></p><p>I sat in the truck as long as I could tolerate it. I got an idea. I was still dressed in camo. I'll just go stand a little off trail and wait for my buddy to come by. Neither of us carried a pistol for backup so my plan should be safe.</p><p></p><p>I walked about 1/4 mile down, found where he went into the woods, and followed the trail in for 50' or so before I found a nice big tree to lean up against. I had all of my camo on so even if his flashlight hit me he might not see me. Sometime during the wait a Screech Owl cut loose from down in the bottom somewhere. I won't lie, that almost sent me packing. But, I knew my buddy was going to be wound up even tighter over the Screech Owl so everything was coming together. 10 or 15 minutes later I saw his light dipping and darting up, down, and across the trail. He was walking fast with his head down and he was flicking his light every which way. As he passed next to me I reached out and yelled Hey! Where are you going! His screech rivaled the Owl's and all I heard was his footsteps running away. To his credit he held on to his equipment which was concerning. Now I had to come out of the trail and hopefully not eat an arrow. I yelled his name a few times as I walked down the trail. He wasn't there so he never heard me. He was back at the truck when I got there. He called me, well... he called me stuff. A lot of stuff. I reckon I deserved it <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big Grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /></p><p></p><p>Later on I had still hunted down in the big bottom that the Screech Owl called from. I was a few miles in and daylight was fading. I've never been afraid of the dark. When I was a kid my dog and I would go out at night, "huntin". But the Owl turned loose way back down in the big hardwood bottom and that spooked me. Everything was a boogie man after that. It was a long walk out. I guess the Owl paid me back. I miss those days.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mike6158, post: 2888315, member: 1039"] I wasn't spooked but my bow hunting buddy sure was. I was living in NW Louisiana back before hunting clubs took over and clear cutting hardwood trees was in full force. :/ My buddy and I left the plant to do a little evening bow hunting. His stand was to the north of the road we parked off of and mine was to the south and a little west. When I walked in I caught myself subconsciously playing a tune with the squeaks from one of the cams on my bow :/ When I got setup (climbing tree stand) the lightbulb came on. If it squeaked when I was walking it would squeak when I drew. well s word... I decided to stick with the hunt. My buddy, although scared of the dark was, he was guaranteed to stay on his stand until there was no more light so I could hunt or sit in the truck for a few hours. A doe came out a little before last light and when I drew back the screech that came out of the cam, in that moment, to me, was deafening. The deer looked straight at me and headed out. I never got to full draw so she was safe. I sat there contemplating what to do. There was still about 30 minutes, at least, before my buddy would leave his stand plus he had to walk out. I decided to pack it in and go wait in the truck. I sat in the truck as long as I could tolerate it. I got an idea. I was still dressed in camo. I'll just go stand a little off trail and wait for my buddy to come by. Neither of us carried a pistol for backup so my plan should be safe. I walked about 1/4 mile down, found where he went into the woods, and followed the trail in for 50' or so before I found a nice big tree to lean up against. I had all of my camo on so even if his flashlight hit me he might not see me. Sometime during the wait a Screech Owl cut loose from down in the bottom somewhere. I won't lie, that almost sent me packing. But, I knew my buddy was going to be wound up even tighter over the Screech Owl so everything was coming together. 10 or 15 minutes later I saw his light dipping and darting up, down, and across the trail. He was walking fast with his head down and he was flicking his light every which way. As he passed next to me I reached out and yelled Hey! Where are you going! His screech rivaled the Owl's and all I heard was his footsteps running away. To his credit he held on to his equipment which was concerning. Now I had to come out of the trail and hopefully not eat an arrow. I yelled his name a few times as I walked down the trail. He wasn't there so he never heard me. He was back at the truck when I got there. He called me, well... he called me stuff. A lot of stuff. I reckon I deserved it :D Later on I had still hunted down in the big bottom that the Screech Owl called from. I was a few miles in and daylight was fading. I've never been afraid of the dark. When I was a kid my dog and I would go out at night, "huntin". But the Owl turned loose way back down in the big hardwood bottom and that spooked me. Everything was a boogie man after that. It was a long walk out. I guess the Owl paid me back. I miss those days. [/QUOTE]
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