What’s your spookiest hunting experience?

Rosebud said:
Did you ever fly into Attu, coast guard station. There were about 40 guys on the whole island. And, their tour was 18 months, no leave. The dudes would come on the plane to look at the stewardess. Only females they got to see. One time we landed and as soon as the door is open a parade of them comes through with a big husky licking every one close the isle. I thought they just wanted to see another face they hadn't see every day for year and a half.
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No, thank god! I was stationed at Fire Island, AK where we were in viewing distance of Anchorage and the FAA had their families on the island. Our club had a sign that was hung on the door, when females (FAA wives) were present, to watch our language.
 
GUNNNN said:
First off this was 50 some years ago I was 14 and deer hunting by myself a couple of miles from the house and didn't own a flashlight so I was walking in by moon light and we had had a big ice storm the year before as I was walking in I walked under a large cedar tree that the ice storm had broken 2 limbs down on each side and left the middle prong standing straight up the were a large group of blackbirds roosted in the tree they came boiling out of the tree and I looked up and in the moon light it looked just like a monster about to eat me I didn't shoot it but came really close I still laugh when I think about it
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Ever see the movie, "The Birds"?
 
DarryH said:
about age 18, I was running my trap line on a creek in Iowa. Very early hours with just enough light to see my surroundings. I was on alert and on edge, as the previous week, a family friend and two neighbor kids had run-ins with what they believe was a Bigfoot. The family friend owned the land I was trapping. Earlier in the week he and his wife were in the house when they heard a loud and scary howl outside. They said it sounded like a cross between a big cat and an ape. He grabbed a golf club (no guns) and went out to explore around the buildings. He said it smelled strong and bad outside. It was strong like a skunk, but did not smell like a skunk. He finally was spooked enough to go back inside. This person was the type who would not say anything to hurt his reputation, and was also the type to generally feel he was above other people. I say this as he is NOT the type to tell his story and have people think bad of him. A few days prior, two neighbor boys were driving a tractor down a combined row of corn to pick up another load a corn. Something large and black stood up in front of the tractor. The boys know local wildlife, and no bears have been in the area for over 100 years, yet they said it was Bigfoot. It scared them enough that they would not go outside on the farm for over a year. So here I am less than mile away from these events I had heard. I was carrying my .270 rifle over my shoulder for protection, and admit to being a bit afraid. The first trap had a ripped apart duck in it. Had Bigfoot eaten it?? The next trap had a ripped apart muskrat in it.. Had Bigfoot eaten it?? Suddenly my hair was standing on end. I turned around while taking the gun off my shoulder. I was aware of something coming towards me, I felt, in the water. There was a slight bend in the creek, and something was coming right at me. I suddenly realized a Great Horned Owl was skimming the surface of the water, coming right at me. He went up and over me, never slowing down. It took a while before my heart quit racing, I never did get to see Bigfoot, and probably glad I didn't!!
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Unknown stuff like this cannot be discounted. I keep an open mind and try to figure out what & why it happens. My best guess is that "big foot" is guided & controlled by strong external forces having the ability to extract "big foot" to avoid discovery & analysis.

In the past, some locations passed regs to protect "big foot".
 
When I was a 16 or 17 I climbed down out of my climber and started for the truck after dark. About half way back I started hearing something following me. I stopped and shined my light. Nothing. Started again, it started again. I stoped and looked nothing. I started it started so I sped up. It sped up. Stop shine nothing. So I started running my butt off with it hot on my tail. When I got to the truck I jumped in as fast as I could. I sat there waiting to see something. But nothing, no more sound.
So I got out and started to put my stuff away. Only to find my rope for pulling up my bow had come undone and picked up a small stick. I was dragging that stick through the fall leaves making it sound like something behind me.
Scared the crap out of me. Im 42 now and still laugh about it.
 
My brother and I were camped off the side of a main dirt road. This area was open for archery only but further in there was a rifle unit that had just opened. We had went out for an evening hunt and I ended up killing an elk. After gutting it and skinning we high tailed back to camp. It was late and dark we snacked and crawled into the tent trailer and off to bed. Soon after we could here a pickup coming and start to slow and then stop on the main road. A door opened and foot steps were approaching. It was dead silence except for the foot steps and the beating in my chest. The foot steps stopped and then he identified himself as a fish and game officer. He wanted to make sure we hadn't stopped short to rifle hunt. This was way before there were many archery hunters, kinda makes sense now. We told him no we were archery hunting. He did stop the next day (in the daylight) and talked after we had gotten the elk out. I told him he had made me pretty nervous.
 
Story #1

Last year I went down to ole Mexico to hunt whitetail deer on my grandfathers ranch with my cousin. We got back to the camp house after the first afternoon hunt so I lite the bar b Que pit to cook us some dinner and help myself to a cold beer. My cousin and I ate our dinner, and go inside the camp house to unwind and start talking about the hunt at this point it was around 10 pm. We lock the door, turn all the lights off, and start watching some old buckmaster hunts on the tv at a very low volume. Now every year I go down there I'm on edge because of the cartel situation, but thank the Lord we have never had problems to this day. A few minutes go by Im starting to catch my sleep when we both hear 3 consecutive loud bangs right outside the window, and jumped out of bed! It sounded like two pieces of metal getting slammed together by someone. So I grabbed my grandfathers old sportsman 58 auto loading 12 gauge shotgun, and my stinger flash light to see what the hell made that noise. My cousin and I walked around the camp house 3 times with no sign of anything or anyone in sight. Right before we get to the main entrance door of the little two bedroom camp house we again hear the 3 loud bangs but this time it was inside the camp house! I rush in there thinking someone was playing games with us and nobody was there no one! At this point now the fine hair on the back of my neck was standing and I had no explanation for what had just happened. We both looked at each other in shock. I'll never forget that night. Needless to say i slept very little that night and kept that shotgun close…. My grandfather told stories of seeing random fires and hearing voices on the ranch but we always thought he was full of it. The camp house is not far from an arroyo where we find arrow heads regularly so who knows the story of that land but that was some strange 💩

Story #2

I was in my early 20s it was late September when the redfish in our area start to really bite in the bay. I worked for a farmer in south Texas that had access to the nueces back bay over close to Corpus Christi the place is called white point to be specific. So I had access to the private area. I called my friend Edward and asked if he wanted to fish that night we both agreed and headed out. Not a soul out there but us we catch bait and throw our lines out it was wasn't long we started catching some really good fish. It was around midnight we needed a few more fish to have our limit when my buddy Edward looks over at me extremely pale and says dude something just grabbed the back of my leg I laughed at him and told him to quit playing around and continue to fish. He wanted out of there quick haha he grabbed his fishing rods and went to sit in my pickup while I caught the rest of my fish. Now here's where It gets weird. While he is sitting in my truck I'm still fishing when I feel someone pull the back of my shirt and I hear a voice say "hey"right in my ear I never reeled in a fishing reel so fast in my life! Needless to say we bounced out of that spot really quick and still talk about it to this day. I shared the experience with my boss and he told me white point was actually a town back in the day but was destroyed by a hurricane that killed a lot of people that lived there. Both of these experiences have changed the way I think about paranormal stuff because until that first experience I didn't believe in any of that nonsense.
 
Sam3006 said:
Story #1

Last year I went down to ole Mexico to hunt whitetail deer on my grandfathers ranch with my cousin. We got back to the camp house after the first afternoon hunt so I lite the bar b Que pit to cook us some dinner and help myself to a cold beer. My cousin and I ate our dinner, and go inside the camp house to unwind and start talking about the hunt at this point it was around 10 pm. We lock the door, turn all the lights off, and start watching some old buckmaster hunts on the tv at a very low volume. Now every year I go down there I'm on edge because of the cartel situation, but thank the Lord we have never had problems to this day. A few minutes go by Im starting to catch my sleep when we both hear 3 consecutive loud bangs right outside the window, and jumped out of bed! It sounded like two pieces of metal getting slammed together by someone. So I grabbed my grandfathers old sportsman 58 auto loading 12 gauge shotgun, and my stinger flash light to see what the hell made that noise. My cousin and I walked around the camp house 3 times with no sign of anything or anyone in sight. Right before we get to the main entrance door of the little two bedroom camp house we again hear the 3 loud bangs but this time it was inside the camp house! I rush in there thinking someone was playing games with us and nobody was there no one! At this point now the fine hair on the back of my neck was standing and I had no explanation for what had just happened. We both looked at each other in shock. I'll never forget that night. Needless to say i slept very little that night and kept that shotgun close…. My grandfather told stories of seeing random fires and hearing voices on the ranch but we always thought he was full of it. The camp house is not far from an arroyo where we find arrow heads regularly so who knows the story of that land but that was some strange 💩

Story #2

I was in my early 20s it was late September when the redfish in our area start to really bite in the bay. I worked for a farmer in south Texas that had access to the nueces back bay over close to Corpus Christi the place is called white point to be specific. So I had access to the private area. I called my friend Edward and asked if he wanted to fish that night we both agreed and headed out. Not a soul out there but us we catch bait and throw our lines out it was wasn't long we started catching some really good fish. It was around midnight we needed a few more fish to have our limit when my buddy Edward looks over at me extremely pale and says dude something just grabbed the back of my leg I laughed at him and told him to quit playing around and continue to fish. He wanted out of there quick haha he grabbed his fishing rods and went to sit in my pickup while I caught the rest of my fish. Now here's where It gets weird. While he is sitting in my truck I'm still fishing when I feel someone pull the back of my shirt and I hear a voice say "hey"right in my ear I never reeled in a fishing reel so fast in my life! Needless to say we bounced out of that spot really quick and still talk about it to this day. I shared the experience with my boss and he told me white point was actually a town back in the day but was destroyed by a hurricane that killed a lot of people that lived there. Both of these experiences have changed the way I think about paranormal stuff because until that first experience I didn't believe in any of that nonsense.
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Crap, that's spooky
 
Hugnot said:
Unknown stuff like this cannot be discounted. I keep an open mind and try to figure out what & why it happens. My best guess is that "big foot" is guided & controlled by strong external forces having the ability to extract "big foot" to avoid discovery & analysis.
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This is the real reason Muddy won't revisit the ADK's.
Especially meadows near Wells........
 
OK...a couple more:

1. In a real high deer stand in S. Texas and could see quite a distance into the neighbors lease, looking at another open top stand on his place through the binos and saw another hunter looking at me through his scope. Scary enough, but he was buck-a** naked and weighed 400 lbs if he weighed an ounce. I waved at him and he waved back.

2. Hunting aoudad west of Valentine TX way down by the river and set up glassing in a little saddle. We see seven dudes coming up the canyon right towards us about a mile off, 5 with heavy packs, guy in front with an AR, guy in back with an AK. My cell didn't have service but guide had a satellite phone so I got on the phone with a DEA contact of mine. They kept getting closer, maybe closed half the distance, and it was decision time for me. Now I'm literally 30 days away from my retirement date as a federal LEO, and a gunfight or slip out and wait for reinforcements are the two options. I can't "legally" snipe the two shooters without identifying myself, but I wasn't inclined to stand up and yell at guys with full auto guns...and finally here comes the Border Patrol in two helicopters from the station in Presidio. Those bad guys dropped their weed and and hightailed it downhill to the river and got away because no to place to land the choppers. My guide said "you would have paperwork if you had just shot 'em".
 
My hunting buddy on his first elk hunt here in Arizona
He was heading to a man made brush blind at a water hole about 2 miles from me . It's still way dark and his light quit working. He's on the trail in and sees legs moving thru the brush out in front of him gets to the blind at the water hole and settles in as the sun comes up across the water is a big mountain lion on the down log sharpening it's claws.

Mine was hunting up by lake pleasant for javalina for the first time with my buddies. I was the only one carrying a pistol on the hunt . It's a archery hunt . Working a drainage out in front of me several hundred yds is a brown orange color animal . As I picked up my binos to look it turned and started barking . It was a pit bull someone had dumped out there . He's ****ed and headed my way. Thru some rocks and nope still on his way . Draw my gun and shoot a few shots his way and he turned. Later that day after everyone else had left I was sitting on a rock glossing a draw and felt like I was being watched . It's the same dog doing the low crawl and stalking in on me . I stood up and emptied about a half a mag at him . Never seen that before
 
While I am far from an avid bow hunter a few years back I decided to take the old bow out of the case and venture into the woods deer hunting. To make a long story short, I arrowed a forkhorn and as deer do when arrowed he ran from the cornfield that I shot him in, up the side of the raving before deciding that he could run no more. I heard the thrashing and knew that he was down so I knew there would be early venison on table this year. I waited half an hour, then looking up the side of the hill decided that since the deer was pretty much known to have expired, looking at the heavy brush that I had to go through to get to him I decide to leave my bow at my stand. So I headed up the hilll, and in something similar to what Johnny Horton sung in, The Battle of New Orleans, I went through the briars and the brambles that a rabbit would avoid and spotted the buck laying on his side, feet up in the air body bent around a tree that stopped his slide down the hill. I got to the deer and since it was already in a prime position to field dress it took out my knife. When I bent over the deer I glanced up the hill and there were three Coyotes staring at me in what I considered, hungrily. Well this was a bit disconcerting since the only thing that I had with me was my hunting knife. Being blonde, but not necessarily dumb, but thinking so at this point in time I decided that field dressing was probably not a good idea at the time, I tied a drag rope to his rack and started back down the hill towards my stand and my bow. The Coyotes followed me as I dragged the deer downhill, or maybe more accurately, it dragged me down hill to my stand. The Coyotes were still there perhaps 25 yards away watching my every move. I now had my bow handy and field dressed the deer under the watchful eye of the three Coyotes. I dragged the deer and tied it to the ATV I had parked a little ways away tied on and headed back to the shop to rinse off the insides and hang the deer, all the time wondering what evil thoughts those Coyotes had in mind. They were obviously not afraid of me and I was trying somewhat unsuccessfully to remain indifferent to their presence. As I was hanging the deer I made up my mind that anytime I went bow hunting that my S&W Model 19 would be strapped on my hip. So Coyotes beware. Don't try that again or the outcome might be different.
 
Teri Anne said:
While I am far from an avid bow hunter a few years back I decided to take the old bow out of the case and venture into the woods deer hunting. To make a long story short, I arrowed a forkhorn and as deer do when arrowed he ran from the cornfield that I shot him in, up the side of the raving before deciding that he could run no more. I heard the thrashing and knew that he was down so I knew there would be early venison on table this year. I waited half an hour, then looking up the side of the hill decided that since the deer was pretty much known to have expired, looking at the heavy brush that I had to go through to get to him I decide to leave my bow at my stand. So I headed up the hilll, and in something similar to what Johnny Horton sung in, The Battle of New Orleans, I went through the briars and the brambles that a rabbit would avoid and spotted the buck laying on his side, feet up in the air body bent around a tree that stopped his slide down the hill. I got to the deer and since it was already in a prime position to field dress it took out my knife. When I bent over the deer I glanced up the hill and there were three Coyotes staring at me in what I considered, hungrily. Well this was a bit disconcerting since the only thing that I had with me was my hunting knife. Being blonde, but not necessarily dumb, but thinking so at this point in time I decided that field dressing was probably not a good idea at the time, I tied a drag rope to his rack and started back down the hill towards my stand and my bow. The Coyotes followed me as I dragged the deer downhill, or maybe more accurately, it dragged me down hill to my stand. The Coyotes were still there perhaps 25 yards away watching my every move. I now had my bow handy and field dressed the deer under the watchful eye of the three Coyotes. I dragged the deer and tied it to the ATV I had parked a little ways away tied on and headed back to the shop to rinse off the insides and hang the deer, all the time wondering what evil thoughts those Coyotes had in mind. They were obviously not afraid of me and I was trying somewhat unsuccessfully to remain indifferent to their presence. As I was hanging the deer I made up my mind that anytime I went bow hunting that my S&W Model 19 would be strapped on my hip. So Coyotes beware. Don't try that again or the outcome might be different.
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I'm afraid I would have been arrowing some yotes that day. I have a world view that all critters have a right to live and eat just like the rest of us, but coyotes (and wolves) hold a special caveat in my heart that excuses them the right. I know they're acting on instinct but it feels just evil sometimes.
 
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