What’s your spookiest hunting experience?

[C-130 Dude]

It's funny how in that moment, ****ing all over yourself while attempting to get away would be perfectly acceptable. However, people have that so ingrained (like not peeing on themselves) that it still enters the mind "don't pee on yourself!" While you're trying not to die from a venomous snake

The only other choice is to fight venom with pee. Course, that depends on the potency of your pee.

 

[Outdrmn]

The only other choice is to fight venom with pee. Course, that depends on the potency of your pee.

I'd loose, wife makes me drink too much water

 

[C-130 Dude]

I'd loose, wife makes me drink too much water

Then the only course of action you can hope for is to drown it. Quickly.

 

[Oak_Leaf]

The only other choice is to fight venom with pee. Course, that depends on the potency of your pee.

So exactly how does that work? I've heard of sucking out the poison, but the pee anti-venom, sorry I ain't goin' there

 

[C-130 Dude]

So exactly how does that work? I've heard of sucking out the poison, but the pee anti-venom, sorry I ain't goin' there

Dude, your gonna die!

 

[Ol' Red]

If you had drank Bud Light and peed on him, you would confuse his hormone system and be able to escape easily.

 

[M1A1ABRAMS]

We had a hog operation when I was a kid and one of our favorite forms of entertainment was walking up behind the top hogs, 180 to 220 lbs, while they had their head down in the feeder. We would jump on, grab both ears, and see how long we could hang on. At 9 years old I considered that quality entertainment and far better than any video game of today. Although we would get thrown in the mud and other stuff and stink to high heaven we still had a ball.

We would climb on our steers head. Wrap your legs around their head and hang on. lol

 

[hunter0528]

Must be different to our wild "Bush" Turkey's.
My grandfather told me the only way to cook them is to stuff them with a house brick, cook them until the brick is soft, throw away the Turkey and eat the brick!
I'm enjoying the stories on this thread.
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sort of like cooking sea ducks with an Axe head

 

[hunter0528]

The snake stories reminds me of a Boy Scout working with us at a scout camp, in NH back in the '80's. Got his lunch and sat down on one of the old rock walls. Jump up yelling complaining something bit him in the butt. We checked it out and there were two little fang marks. Took him to the hospital and he got the anti venom, Never found the snake, but the other scouts there joked about the venom and he was going to die for a couple of years. The Scout eventually made Eagle, but never sat on a stone wall again.

 

[just_jon]

I was participating in a deer drive in unfamiliar territory in the big woods of northern PA. There was a foot of snow on the ground with snow falling about 2-4 inches per hour with heavy fog. Having filled my buck tag earlier, I was equipped with only a 35mm camera, an topo map and an emergency blanket. The bench I was to told to walk out made a 180 degree turn around a bowl unbeknownst to me. The benches my buddies were driving did not turn. Unable to hear the other drivers, I elected to push on in the direction of a known hard road about three miles away. Two hours later, I saw a truck pass by 400 yards away. When I got to the road, it was unpaved which was odd since the map showed no other road in the vicinity. As I stood there hoping to hitch a ride back to camp, I noticed a shotgun damaged Smoky the Bear sign that looked exactly just like the one where I was dropped off earlier in the day. That officially scared the out of me.

 

[marksman1941]

I was participating in a deer drive in unfamiliar territory in the big woods of northern PA. There was a foot of snow on the ground with snow falling about 2-4 inches per hour with heavy fog. Having filled my buck tag earlier, I was equipped with only a 35mm camera, an topo map and an emergency blanket. The bench I was to told to walk out made a 180 degree turn around a bowl unbeknownst to me. The benches my buddies were driving did not turn. Unable to hear the other drivers, I elected to push on in the direction of a known hard road about three miles away. Two hours later, I saw a truck pass by 400 yards away. When I got to the road, it was unpaved which was odd since the map showed no other road in the vicinity. As I stood there hoping to hitch a ride back to camp, I noticed a shotgun damaged Smoky the Bear sign that looked exactly just like the one where I was dropped off earlier in the day. That officially scared the out of me.

Realizing how bad a mistake like that could go is spooky. And you often dont know how bad you're lost until it's too late to back out of it.

 

[jamie eaton]

So this has gone on to long for me not to add to . All though not scary , still a funny one . Many years ago when I started bowhunting I was dropped off by my older cousin to walk into the woods and find a spot . I was quite small back then and being that the early stands were climbers made of plywood that were bigger and heavier than me , we decided it was best that I just find a tree to climb up . The good old nimble days ( oh to be 13 again ) ! So I climb up a nice oak about 50 yards off an old country road and begin my sit . After a couple hours of sitting this truck comes down the road and stops with a couple people getting out ( I heard two doors shut ) . I was hunting outside a college town in mid Michigan , that should be enough for other Michigan members to have an idea of where I was . Well low and behold a guy and his girlfriend come running out right under the tree I'm in . I assumed they were out booze cruising and needed to relieve themselves . As if it were yesterday I can remember her saying " no one will see us out here " . Well some one did and lets just say the moon was out early that fall afternoon . I was so scared of getting my *** kicked I never made a sound . Never did see and deer that day , but there was some water dwelling mammals out in the middle of the woods !

 

[Jeremy Henderson]

Mine is not as interesting as most of these. I was about 18 years old and going to our hunting club early on a Saturday morning. We had been having problems with road hunters killing deer and leaving them laying on the road that went through the middle of our club. I was bow hunting and I never carried a flashlight. where I was going to hunt was a place we called the Grave. There is like an above ground tomb with the man's name and said that he died settling the west. I was walking towards my stand when I heard a voice say can I help you? I just froze. All I could think about was the guy in the grave talking to me. It was an overcast sky so I did not see the game wardens truck backed up that logging road that I was heading in. I could have just melted. The warden turned his interior light on and was laughing. I told him the story about the grave behind him and he really started laughing. I started toting a light with me from that day on.

 

[lovewoodguns]

Sometime back in the early eighties, I was hunting elk in Washington state. I was near the Elbe hills hunting by myself, which was common. I slept in a canopy on the back of my truck. I was sleeping pretty sound when the truck started rocking back and forth very violently. It lasted about ten to fifteen seconds. I grabbed a flashlight and pistol, but there was nothing around the truck. I still have no clue what rocked the truck like that.

Small world I grew up in eatonville and hunted all over that area as well my entire life. It does have some very odd places that make the make the hair stand up. Like the old clay city area…you know what I am talking about.