Double Naught Spy
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Nice crane fly. I always thought your state bird was the mosquito.
Charging animals.
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Nice crane fly. I always thought your state bird was the mosquito.
Magnum Wheel Man
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that is a mosquito that was caught in the flash, closer to the camera...
HornetGuy, those trees and undergrowth look a lot like Maine, but I suppose they could be anywhere in the northern US.
SaltyDog235, if the lowlands are anything like Fort Jackson, the chiggers are worse than the mosquitos. (At least, in my experience, mosquito bites stop itching a lot sooner.)
SaltyDog235, if the lowlands are anything like Fort Jackson, the chiggers are worse than the mosquitos. (At least, in my experience, mosquito bites stop itching a lot sooner.)
aarondhgraham
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My Gawsh!,,,
I had forgotten just how massive those Bullwinkle critters really are.
People hunt those with something that isn't belt fed?
Day-um!
Aarond
I had forgotten just how massive those Bullwinkle critters really are.
People hunt those with something that isn't belt fed?
Day-um!
Aarond
Saltydog235
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Toss up MLeake, you get the water on the ground and in the ditches we had last fall and it hell on earth with the skeeters, especially in the woods and bays. Chiggers are worse out in the fields and briar areas. Columbia, SC is just hell period in the summer. Of course I left out the Green Eyed Bomber's and Horse Fly/Killers, try stopping the boat even in the middle of the bay and you'll lose chunks of flesh, even worse if there's any blood or guts on deck. Course any of the southerner's on here know what I'm talking about. Not to say you northerners and westerners don't have a few.
Saltydog235...
... my grandfather had a friend, when I was a kid, who had a trait I really envied: Mosquitos didn't like his blood.
Not sure if it was his choice of tobacco, his diet, or what, but we'd be on a trail, on a bank, or in a boat, and mosquitos and black flies would swarm everybody - but none would bite or even land on Bill.
Interesting guy, though. Former Navy Atlantic Fleet heavyweight boxing champion (1930's timeframe). Handloaded custom ammo for rifle competitors, did some light FFL work. Great big guy, booming voice, scared the heck out of me when I was little, until I grew old enough to realize he was just an enormous teddy bear.
He stayed an avid outdoorsman into his 70's. What finally took him down was his last deer hunt. He got tired of dragging a buck through Maine undergrowth, so he just hefted it over his shoulder and started carrying it. This was actually working ok for him, until he stumbled on a decline and fell, with the deer on his back. He never quite recovered from the fall down the hill.
But anyway, bugs would not bite or land on the guy. Wish I could bottle that. I'd be past rich.
... my grandfather had a friend, when I was a kid, who had a trait I really envied: Mosquitos didn't like his blood.
Not sure if it was his choice of tobacco, his diet, or what, but we'd be on a trail, on a bank, or in a boat, and mosquitos and black flies would swarm everybody - but none would bite or even land on Bill.
Interesting guy, though. Former Navy Atlantic Fleet heavyweight boxing champion (1930's timeframe). Handloaded custom ammo for rifle competitors, did some light FFL work. Great big guy, booming voice, scared the heck out of me when I was little, until I grew old enough to realize he was just an enormous teddy bear.
He stayed an avid outdoorsman into his 70's. What finally took him down was his last deer hunt. He got tired of dragging a buck through Maine undergrowth, so he just hefted it over his shoulder and started carrying it. This was actually working ok for him, until he stumbled on a decline and fell, with the deer on his back. He never quite recovered from the fall down the hill.
But anyway, bugs would not bite or land on the guy. Wish I could bottle that. I'd be past rich.
Several trapped and cornered muskrats. Little doubt they would put a hole in your boots if given a chance.
Every mature male fisher I have trapped came to the end of the trap chain on my side of the circle.
I used to keep bear hounds. I had two bears come for me, both were wounded and both were being harassed by hounds.
The first was low shoulder shot bailing out of a tree. Two dogs worked him like a ping pong ball. As I was closing he saw me and came for me. No false charge. I also learned that day that a black bear can actually unhinge his jaws, like a snake, to make his mouth appear bigger than life. I was armed with a BLR 308. Hit him under the chin with the bullet stopping under the hide on his hip. Third shot through his neck under the spine as he swung away. He got back up and tried for the dogs, his quickness was compromised. He would no longer face me. I had to work around to his front to finish it.
Second was several years later, the bear was on three legs when we got after him. It had a broken front shoulder from a 12 gage foster style slug. Shoulder was green with infection. I did not have adequate ammunition supply. Dancing in the tag alders, I did manage 1 thru the low neck and one through the lower jaw. 1 clean miss and no more bullets. So I broke the gun stock over his head. Then he came for me. A hound running from a bear will watch the bear over its shoulder. a man running through the tag alders looking over his shoulders will trip. I was pushed back until my shoulders were against the base of an alder. I figured he could have anything below the knees and elbows. It was a pretty fair fight, him being sick with an old wound and broke jaw. Then my hat slid over my eyes. I felt him close his mouth over my right calf and thought this is the part that hurts. I was unaware that his jaw was broke. All I got was a couple of little poke bruises from the top canines. Then he was off me. The neck wound was bleeding him out. A fellow along stuck him with an arrow to finish it.
Both bears were mature boar bears. Neither was very large, one dressed in the 230s and the other in the 250s.
Every mature male fisher I have trapped came to the end of the trap chain on my side of the circle.
I used to keep bear hounds. I had two bears come for me, both were wounded and both were being harassed by hounds.
The first was low shoulder shot bailing out of a tree. Two dogs worked him like a ping pong ball. As I was closing he saw me and came for me. No false charge. I also learned that day that a black bear can actually unhinge his jaws, like a snake, to make his mouth appear bigger than life. I was armed with a BLR 308. Hit him under the chin with the bullet stopping under the hide on his hip. Third shot through his neck under the spine as he swung away. He got back up and tried for the dogs, his quickness was compromised. He would no longer face me. I had to work around to his front to finish it.
Second was several years later, the bear was on three legs when we got after him. It had a broken front shoulder from a 12 gage foster style slug. Shoulder was green with infection. I did not have adequate ammunition supply. Dancing in the tag alders, I did manage 1 thru the low neck and one through the lower jaw. 1 clean miss and no more bullets. So I broke the gun stock over his head. Then he came for me. A hound running from a bear will watch the bear over its shoulder. a man running through the tag alders looking over his shoulders will trip. I was pushed back until my shoulders were against the base of an alder. I figured he could have anything below the knees and elbows. It was a pretty fair fight, him being sick with an old wound and broke jaw. Then my hat slid over my eyes. I felt him close his mouth over my right calf and thought this is the part that hurts. I was unaware that his jaw was broke. All I got was a couple of little poke bruises from the top canines. Then he was off me. The neck wound was bleeding him out. A fellow along stuck him with an arrow to finish it.
Both bears were mature boar bears. Neither was very large, one dressed in the 230s and the other in the 250s.
Ryanfromcanada
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I had a calf moose with brain worm come and try to say hi to me, but i just got up and slowly walked away. They're oblivious when they have that worm
BigBob3006
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Twice in a five year period I had run in with grizzly bears. This was in Alaska, South of the Paxson Jct/ McKinley highway. Once while Alaska was still a territory and the second after it had become a state. One was an actual charge the other was not. Both occurred during caribou season which opened on 20 Aug. and Grizzly opened 1 Sept. I never figured that one out. On the first one I had my .30-06 with hand loaded 150gr Sierras and the second time, was about 10 miles from the first, I had the same '06 with 180gr Nosler Partitions.
The first, the actual charge, I was walking along the rim of the high ground next to the MClaren (sp) river looking for caribou that had come to drink. I had my rifle in both hands, moving slow then the bear came out of a draw to the river right at me. I broke a shoulder with my first shot and the second with my second shot, and put the other three into his neck. I don't know if they were need, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Then I walked out to the highway and waited for a game warden. That time of the year there is one comes by three or four times a day. The game warden and I walked back to where the bear was and he checked out the tracks. After he was happy that I'd told him the truth he started to skin the bear. Over the time of the skinning, and the carry back to the truck we must have talked about it for five hours. The Warden decided it was just a case of P.O. Bear. Seems they really don't need a reason. That is when I switched to Noslers 180gr Partition. The second bear was following me as I was headed to camp with a packboard of caribou hams, cape and head. I'm sure he had his nose full of blood, not mine, and wanted a free meal. He was covering ground a lot faster than I was and there was no way I was going to reach camp sooner than he was going to reach me, so I had to put him down. Game Warden cleared me on it. The heck of it was, because of the season differences I didn't get to keep either bear skin. I would like to have kept it. He was a dandy.
The first, the actual charge, I was walking along the rim of the high ground next to the MClaren (sp) river looking for caribou that had come to drink. I had my rifle in both hands, moving slow then the bear came out of a draw to the river right at me. I broke a shoulder with my first shot and the second with my second shot, and put the other three into his neck. I don't know if they were need, it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Then I walked out to the highway and waited for a game warden. That time of the year there is one comes by three or four times a day. The game warden and I walked back to where the bear was and he checked out the tracks. After he was happy that I'd told him the truth he started to skin the bear. Over the time of the skinning, and the carry back to the truck we must have talked about it for five hours. The Warden decided it was just a case of P.O. Bear. Seems they really don't need a reason. That is when I switched to Noslers 180gr Partition. The second bear was following me as I was headed to camp with a packboard of caribou hams, cape and head. I'm sure he had his nose full of blood, not mine, and wanted a free meal. He was covering ground a lot faster than I was and there was no way I was going to reach camp sooner than he was going to reach me, so I had to put him down. Game Warden cleared me on it. The heck of it was, because of the season differences I didn't get to keep either bear skin. I would like to have kept it. He was a dandy.
Do owls count? Never seen it coming. Heard the sound of something sailing through the wind toward my head as a large shadow covered me. I instinctively ducked and blew off a load of 3" buckshot where my head had been. Turned around to see this thing the width of a Buick flying away trailing feathers 
Was chased by an antlerless moose once but it wasn't much of a contest. I had stopped my motorcycle on the side of the road to switch out my sunglasses for night riding glasses because it was getting dark. It came out of the brush across the road from me as I was digging around in my pack and I didn't waste any time getting back on the bike. When I took off it came after me. It wasn't giving up and I only watched it in the mirror for a little while before getting the heck out of there.
An owl came after me one night also. I saw some in a tree while walking at night and all of a sudden I felt talons scrape across my head. It took a few more dives at me before i got out of Dodge.
I also forgot about hornets. One of my friends threw a rock at a hornets nest and it fell near me. Not many actually chased me but enough to get stung a few times.
I also forgot about hornets. One of my friends threw a rock at a hornets nest and it fell near me. Not many actually chased me but enough to get stung a few times.
youngunz4life
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I had a possum put a little fear in me. I used to catch a late night smoke at a younger age, and I had seen this possum before. On this night the little critter(she was a big one) stared a hole thru me and somehow got in my head. I actually backed away and went back inside. She was real close in the bushes or tree, and I thought it was gonna attack. She rubbed me the wrong way.
Art Eatman
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Had a cow or two charge me, but they're fairly easy to dodge.
Got run over and bitten by a crazy horse, years back. Upper jaw above my shoulder and I still have a tiny scar from a lower tooth cut near the top of my bicep. The worst part was being knocked down into a bunch of tennis-ball-sized rocks--which did a bunch of bone-bruising on my pelvis.
Got run over and bitten by a crazy horse, years back. Upper jaw above my shoulder and I still have a tiny scar from a lower tooth cut near the top of my bicep. The worst part was being knocked down into a bunch of tennis-ball-sized rocks--which did a bunch of bone-bruising on my pelvis.
BigBob3006
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aaalaska,
It's beautiful rolling country but that brush can be difficult to get through.
No closed season. I thought I might end up in jail but the game wardens were nice men to deal with. Once they followed my tracks and worked it out, they couldn't have been nicer. There was a common bit of wisdom going around when I lived there. Get lost, have no idea where you are, haven't seen anyone for a week, kill a cow moose, fish and game will find you. I would like to have seen it one more time.
It's beautiful rolling country but that brush can be difficult to get through.
No closed season. I thought I might end up in jail but the game wardens were nice men to deal with. Once they followed my tracks and worked it out, they couldn't have been nicer. There was a common bit of wisdom going around when I lived there. Get lost, have no idea where you are, haven't seen anyone for a week, kill a cow moose, fish and game will find you. I would like to have seen it one more time.
About 20 yrs ago I was almost run over by a big whitetailed buck. My hobby is falconry so while doing my thing my tiercel (male) peregrine caught a Hungarian partridge a few feet in from the edge of a cornfield. That was cool and, as usual, I ran to get close to him so no other predator would make a meal of him. I'm trotting along when I almost stepped on a buck who ran down a corn row. The other end of the field was being picked so he must have been spooked by the combine too. A few moments later I see and hear something thundering towards me in the row I was standing in. So I shouted and waved my arm. That deer was coming full speed at me and didn't bother to change lanes. So I reached down picked up the tiercel and stepped into the next row. The buck kept right on coming and passed so close I could have slapped him.
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