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<blockquote data-quote="C-130 Dude" data-source="post: 2888781" data-attributes="member: 122991"><p>If you have ever hunted in Central California, you've probably run into wild boar roaming around. Now these boar are mean and will confront humans with no thought. The Spanish settelers back in the day brought them over for food, sport, and as it turned out, to control rattlesnakes. A friend of mine and I were out hunting birds and boars. We both had sidearms, 12ga 8 shot for the birds and each of us had 12ga slugs for the boar. We got zip the first day and ate chili for dinner. The day got long and we decided to camp. I had a very old army surplus tent with a broken door zipper. No floor. Somewhere around 2-3 am (I think), my buddy rolled over snoring loudly and woke us both up. I felt something move on the foot of my sleeping bag. I managed to focus my eyes and saw the biggest Western Diamond back I have ever seen snagging warmth from my bag. Don't ask me why it didn't crawl into my bag. Just lucky I guess. I just stared at it. My buddy let out a screech that any 6 year old girl would be proud of. My ears hurt. He pulled out his .38 special and put 2 rat shot shells through the foot of my bag. The bag was shredded, but somehow my feet were unscathed. The snake was no more. We exited that tent like a vapor jumping up and down hollering at the top of our lungs. (At this point all of our firearms were IN the tent). A rustle in the brush to our left caught our attention and we fixed our gaze there. After what seemed like 5 minutes (more like 5 seconds), a fully grown mountain lion stood up and let out a growl and hiss I never want to hear again. It had been lying in the brush, presumably trying to figure out its dinner. It ran off out of sight immediately afterward and all was silent again. Why that cat stayed there through the gunshots and screaming we were making absolutely bamboozles me, I was dumbfounded. But who am I to argue? I bought a new tent WITH a door zipper and floor. Yes, I stained my pants and my buddy barfed for 10 minutes. It was only then we realized neither of had a weapon in hand, they were left in the tent. My knees went to rubber and I hit the ground. Lessons learned. I can only guess the my lord God had others plans for us.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="C-130 Dude, post: 2888781, member: 122991"] If you have ever hunted in Central California, you've probably run into wild boar roaming around. Now these boar are mean and will confront humans with no thought. The Spanish settelers back in the day brought them over for food, sport, and as it turned out, to control rattlesnakes. A friend of mine and I were out hunting birds and boars. We both had sidearms, 12ga 8 shot for the birds and each of us had 12ga slugs for the boar. We got zip the first day and ate chili for dinner. The day got long and we decided to camp. I had a very old army surplus tent with a broken door zipper. No floor. Somewhere around 2-3 am (I think), my buddy rolled over snoring loudly and woke us both up. I felt something move on the foot of my sleeping bag. I managed to focus my eyes and saw the biggest Western Diamond back I have ever seen snagging warmth from my bag. Don't ask me why it didn't crawl into my bag. Just lucky I guess. I just stared at it. My buddy let out a screech that any 6 year old girl would be proud of. My ears hurt. He pulled out his .38 special and put 2 rat shot shells through the foot of my bag. The bag was shredded, but somehow my feet were unscathed. The snake was no more. We exited that tent like a vapor jumping up and down hollering at the top of our lungs. (At this point all of our firearms were IN the tent). A rustle in the brush to our left caught our attention and we fixed our gaze there. After what seemed like 5 minutes (more like 5 seconds), a fully grown mountain lion stood up and let out a growl and hiss I never want to hear again. It had been lying in the brush, presumably trying to figure out its dinner. It ran off out of sight immediately afterward and all was silent again. Why that cat stayed there through the gunshots and screaming we were making absolutely bamboozles me, I was dumbfounded. But who am I to argue? I bought a new tent WITH a door zipper and floor. Yes, I stained my pants and my buddy barfed for 10 minutes. It was only then we realized neither of had a weapon in hand, they were left in the tent. My knees went to rubber and I hit the ground. Lessons learned. I can only guess the my lord God had others plans for us. [/QUOTE]
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