What’s your spookiest hunting experience?

I had shot a rabbit out in the pasture. That pasture was a combination of trees, alive and dead, tall weeds, and lots of dirt and mud. The hogs would rub against the trees with their dirty and muddy sides, making the base of the trees hard like they were petrified. Well anyway, I made a poor shot on the rabbit, and he ran up a hole in the base of a dead tree. I couldn't reach him. I got the axe from the garage, but it bounced of the hardened tree like I'd hit a rock. Next I grabbed my 12 gauge. I shot the tree pretty much point-blank, walking around it a I shot. Sufficiently ventilated and weakened, I could finally chop my way down the dead rabbit. I don't recall EVER working that hard to get a rabbit after that. Rabbit gravy over fresh biscuits is awesome!!
 
I just love this thread. It is almost like sitting around a camp fire sharing stories with your hunting buddies. I have a similar issue with small critters as some of you. Rodents, spiders, and other tiny critters challenge my man card when they find themselves getting in my clothes. Some awkward dance moves are usually the result.
 
We had to shell corn on the farm every year. Three times I saw my dad do the crazy dance when a mouse went up his pants's leg. Instead of helping him, I was laughing and enjoying the show!! One time a mouse ran up my pant leg. I quickly reached down and gave it a very hard squeeze with my hand, then I stomped my foot a couple times and the dead mouse fell out. I looked over and dad had seen it, he just shook his head and walked away. Funny how threads like these bring back the old memories. I'd sure like to be able to do it over again.
Never a truer thought was spoken. I'd give almost anything to have another conversation with my dad.
 
I had shot a rabbit out in the pasture. That pasture was a combination of trees, alive and dead, tall weeds, and lots of dirt and mud. The hogs would rub against the trees with their dirty and muddy sides, making the base of the trees hard like they were petrified. Well anyway, I made a poor shot on the rabbit, and he ran up a hole in the base of a dead tree. I couldn't reach him. I got the axe from the garage, but it bounced of the hardened tree like I'd hit a rock. Next I grabbed my 12 gauge. I shot the tree pretty much point-blank, walking around it a I shot. Sufficiently ventilated and weakened, I could finally chop my way down the dead rabbit. I don't recall EVER working that hard to get a rabbit after that. Rabbit gravy over fresh biscuits is awesome!!

You definitely "earned" that meal! 😁 memtb
 
I just love this thread. It is almost like sitting around a camp fire sharing stories with your hunting buddies. I have a similar issue with small critters as some of you. Rodents, spiders, and other tiny critters challenge my man card when they find themselves getting in my clothes. Some awkward dance moves are usually the result.
"Almost" as good. But I really miss the brotherhood, friendship, and experience of of campfire chats. Days gone by.
 
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