What’s your spookiest hunting experience?

Years ago i was helping a buddy in a deer hunt in the Kaibab. We climbed up on the cock's combs in the dark and set up i noticed another hunter was already up there and he didn't hear us sneak by. My buddy didn't see him. About an hour after light a nice buck appeared below us maybe 300 yards away. We both cut loose with rifles. The guys we passed screamed like little girls when we started shooting
No idea we were there, maybe 30 yards beyond them!
 
Years ago i was helping a buddy in a deer hunt in the Kaibab. We climbed up on the cock's combs in the dark and set up i noticed another hunter was already up there and he didn't hear us sneak by. My buddy didn't see him. About an hour after light a nice buck appeared below us maybe 300 yards away. We both cut loose with rifles. The guys we passed screamed like little girls when we started shooting
No idea we were there, maybe 30 yards beyond them!
Lucky you didn't get shot. Sometimes it's better to make your presence known.
 
This isn't spooky, just crazy. Myself, And three other guys, one being my main hunting buddy for almost four decades were hunting mule deer in north west Colorado. I was set up about a half mile up a gulch from a alfalfa field. Deer poured down it every evening, you just had to be on the same side they used. This is before range finders so I'm guessing the range. I'd taken a set of hand clippers and cut out a space inside a juniper tree to stand in and cut viewing holes. Actually had a doe take a nip out of my juniper and get choked on it from three yards away. Just at dark a very large four by four buck is walking towards me and stops broadside at what I'm guessing is eighty yards. I declined taking the shot. Now its almost dark and I vacated the tree. I'm on a bluff above where the four Wheeler is parked and something big flies by my head, I look around but can't see anything, next second my hat is knocked off my head. Now I'm on the ground, and see my assailant. A huge owl has decided I'm a threat and is in full attack mode. I've got it sky lighted now and I'm swinging my bow at it as it makes pass after pass at me. My friend can see me on top of the bluff swinging my bow but has no idea what I'm after. This goes on for at least a minute or two. Finally I make contact with the owl and it goes away. When I get to the atvs Dan is asking WTH I was doing. He couldn't see the owl. This was the largest owl I've ever seen. Couldn't find my hat, even the next day. I'm just glad the big bird missed my scalp. Probably has the hat in it's trophy room!
 
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This isn't spooky, just crazy. Myself, And three other guys, one being my main hunting buddy for almost four decades were hunting mule deer in north west Colorado. I was set up about a half mile up a gulch from a alfalfa field. Deer poured down it every evening, you just had to be on the same side they used. This is before range finders so I'm guessing the range. I'd taken a set of hand clippers and cut out a space inside a juniper tree to stand in and cut viewing holes. Actually had a doe take a nip out of my juniper and get choked on it from three yards away. Just at dark a very large four by four buck is walking towards me and stops broadside at what I'm guessing is eighty yards. I declined taking the shot. Now its almost dark and I vacant the tree. I'm on a bluff above where the four Wheeler is parked and something big flies by my head, I look around but can't see anything, next second my hat is knocked off my head. Now I'm on the ground, and see my assailant. A huge owl has decided I'm a threat and is in full attack mode. I've got it sky lighted now and I'm swinging my bow at it as it makes pass after pass at me. My friend can see me on top of the bluff swinging my bow but has no idea what I'm after. This goes on for at least a minute or two. Finally I make contact with the owl and it goes away. When I get to the atvs Dan is asking WTH I was doing. He couldn't see the owl. This was the largest owl I've ever seen. Couldn't find my hat, even the next day. I'm just glad the big bird missed my scalp. Probably has the hat in it's trophy room!
Getting smacked in the head when you can't see them sucks 😂 been there
 
On the same trip one of the guys with us was coming back to camp house. He's following another guy on four Wheelers. If you've ever hunted there in Sept the road are like dust piles. He's back about a quarter mile from guy number one to have some clean air. Guy number one comes around a curve in the mountain road right into a elk herd. They take off uphill and he watches them run off into the night. He heads on to camp! The elk get up hill and decide to go back down hill. Just as guy number two comes by. The herd comes boiling over the road and they meet up. A big cow collided with him, and both are rolling down the hill into a gulch! He says later that all he remembers is the cow tangled up in the ATV and flying hooves. He had his bow in a rack on the front. It's destroyed. Hes not much better. We came looking for him in my bronco, we heard him screaming as we passed. Took the other three of is to get him up to the road and into the bronco. Came back the next day a used the winch to pull out his four Wheeler. Three broken ribs, separated shoulder and two broken fingers, according to the Dr. In Rifle, Co. No report on the condition of the cow elk. I offered to drive him Colorado Springs, or Denver to fly home but he stayed with us. Thing is we hadn't seen any elk the whole trip until then.
 
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Weekend before last I was coming off a ridge headed downhill through some timber when I heard something jump and run 20-30yds to my left, went to go look for sign and found a red fox on his last breaths, rocket scientist me thought it would make a good pelt, so I took it by the tail and headed to the truck which was less the a hundred yards away, put the fox in the bed and as I was taking off my pack, a mountain lion let loose up the bank above me letting me know how PO'd he/she was for taking it's lunch, my partner and I drew our sidearms and looked up through the timber and he/she wasn't more than 50 yards uphill, I backed my way into the pickup with my pack still on and we got out of dodge.
 
Weekend before last I was coming off a ridge headed downhill through some timber when I heard something jump and run 20-30yds to my left, went to go look for sign and found a red fox on his last breaths, rocket scientist me thought it would make a good pelt, so I took it by the tail and headed to the truck which was less the a hundred yards away, put the fox in the bed and as I was taking off my pack, a mountain lion let loose up the bank above me letting me know how PO'd he/she was for taking it's lunch, my partner and I drew our sidearms and looked up through the timber and he/she wasn't more than 50 yards uphill, I backed my way into the pickup with my pack still on and we got out of dodge.
Did the lion wound it, or how did it die?
 
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