oddest(strangest)thing you`ve experienced while hunting

Having a grizzly start eating on a black bear that we'd just killed! Ever pack out a black and grizzly green hide! Ugh! Over hill and dale, several miles from base camp! More fun now then it was then!
 
Mines odd because of what I didn't do.
I didn't shoot them.

Last January, ATTT and I went hunting with a few guys from out of town.
ATTT took us to his secret "hidey hole".
The guest hunters took one side of the field, about 40 yards away, on the other side of a stand of oak trees, and we took the other.
We were supposed to be hunting pigs, even tho it was still deer season.
We had layed out corn on both sides and proceeded to wait.
ATTT got tired and fell asleep on the ground under his tree stand.
Eventually, I walked out into the field to get a better look at the fenceline.
Loe and behold a doe crawls out and under the barbed wire fence.
Then another.
Each about 120 Lbs.
I was only about 30 yards from that part of the fence.
I start squawking for ATTT.
The deer didn't spook.
ATTT didn't do much but snore.
I even whistled, ATTT snored.
A buck materialized from nothing in my binocs.
So, there I am standing in the open air of a mowed over wheat field, less than 30 yards from two does and a 6 pt. buck, and ATTT is half way between me and them.
I gave up hooting at ATTT and just watched them stamp at me, one at a time, depending whos turn it was to watch me...
and my rifle slung over my shoulder.

Eventually the guest hunters decided to check on what the heck I was doing making so much noise.
Them rustling thru the underbrush of oaks scared off the deer.
They did see them tho. So, I had witnesses.
That is my Fav hunting trip so far.
Has nothing to do with killing an animal. Just being there made the event a sweet memory.
 
i think i can say that the scariest thing to ever happen to me was in the ocala national forest 2 years ago, i got up in my tree stand about 30 mins before daybreak, and i sat there pretty much uselessly until about 1030 when i hear a bunch of rustling and crashing coming from the brush behind me. i sat there and listened to it for about 15mins waiting for something to appear, when out of nowhere a small blk bear comes barreling straight for the tree im 30 ft up in. i started trying to shoo him away and it did nothing but make him curious apparently cuz he walked over to the tree and started climbing it! he got to with in about 10 feet of me and finally backed down rather quickly and ran off. needless to say i waited a good while before finally climbing down, becuz altho i had a Remington 30-06 with me, i really didnt want to have to explain why i shot a bear to the game wardens :-\
 
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I was hunting one year in Alabama when this squirel crawls down the tree i'm in, walks out the limb about a foot above my head, jumps to the next tree and precedes to eat on a pine cone. Since I was deer hunting I let him be and just watched him eat. He then heads off down the draw and diapears. about five minutes later he starts to raise one hell of a fuss and as I look around I see a bobcat walking out of the bottom straight towards the tree i'm in. He gets to the base and starts to climb up and thats as far as he got, I didn't let him get any closer:D
 
While Deer hunting 15 years ago, sitting in a cedar tree on a small pice of Hi-ground I could here something coming towards me. It was a calm sunny morning, lots of small critters to watch. This animal that was approaching didn't break stride and I couldn't figure what it was, I didn't think it was a deer, or man. As the noise got closer all the small critter activity's ceased leaving only one sound.
The thick alders where the sound was coming from opened up about 25 yards in front of me, one could see a mouse 50 feet away.
The sound of that animal came out of the thick alders and proceeded right towards the tree i was in. There was nothing there! just the sound of a walking animal. Then the sound stopped. I looked up and a beautiful black timber wolf was stopped just 50-60 ft in front of me. We stared for a while, and when I moved he bolted.
i have pondered this experience ever since, and probably wrote about it on this forum in the past or THR
I am at a loss for how better to describe this unbelievable experience.
No, Never did drugs. Almost wish I could blame it on something like that:confused:
 
grave digging

Well its the strangest thing that happened to me and I can sense it as if it was yesterday. A couple years ago while hunting wild cocks in Kashmir region in Pakistan, I shot a three leged grave digger. To me it looked like a some sort of hiena but it had three legs and sharp teeth. It had dug a grave and was tyring to pull out a recently burried corps. I shot it and wounded it but i was using No. 4 shells which did not bring it down.

If you guys know what this creature is called it will be great to know. I have never seen it again, except heard stories from ppl who claim to have.
 
I've had several amusing/strange things happen to me in the woods but this is the funniest thing I ever saw. some years back I was deer hunting on a whim of the afternoon in Pisgah National Fst and figured I'd walk a section of logging road that is familiar to me toting my 12ga Mag, just slipping along you know - not stand hunting I had not scouted the area but did know there are deer around so I had a red wool shirt-jac and a red cap on. for safety you know.
I had eased along going uphill about 1&1/2 mile when stopped for a breather at a draw and I got off the road about 50 ft near a laurel bush and sat down on a fallen log, there was deer tracks around it was used some as a crossing evidently.
I had been there about 15-20 minutes when this feller, an older gent (I was around 40 yrs at the time and he seemed about my age now - 57 or so) came down the road from the way I had planned on going. he was dressed completely in the old red&black wool plaid the old timers used to use a lot. jacket and pants. he did not see me altho anyone should have seen me. he had looked around some, even looking my way.
well he stopped there and with his back to me started urinating off the bank of the trail. he stood there for some time and he was shakeing and jerking like, this went on for a few minutes before I realized the crazy devil was jerking off! I was dumbfounded by this, directly the ol' boy let out with a grunt I suppose he shot his wad - just as this happened a 6 point came running downhill from the direction he had come from and I swung my shooty on him and let him have the load of 000. down he went - the ol' boy derned near jumped out of his boots and took off running down hill leaving his shotgun (Rem. pump) behind! so I got a buck and shotgun out of this. I got back to the gated-off road about dark, dragging the buck and toteing 2 shotguns. he was nowhere to be seen. I still laugh about this and everbody I know accuses me of lying as we all play tricks and jokes on each other when I try to tell about this.
 
I was dumbfounded by this, directly the ol' boy let out with a grunt
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Jaysus! That's funny and bizarre at the same time! I've been bored while hunting too but never THAT bored!
 
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The only time an old guy can have free time to jack off in serenity. Unfortunately, Mr Buck is close by...

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well he stopped there and with his back to me started urinating off the bank of the trail. he stood there for some time and he was shakeing and jerking like, this went on for a few minutes before I realized the crazy devil was jerking off! I was dumbfounded by this, directly the ol' boy let out with a grunt I suppose he shot his wad ...
 
While turkey hunting with a buddy.....

..... in late march a few years back, I had an odd thing happen. We set up with our backs to trees about 10 yards apart, I facing North, Donnie facing East. Cammoed head to toe...... it's 40 degrees and drizzling. I called with a diaphram every 15 minutes or so...... My gloved hands were freezing, so I rubbed them together to keep them warm. Every few minutes, I'd catch movement out of the corner of my eye off to my right, but after turning slowly to look, I would see nothing but dripping trees....... until there, 20 feet away was a bobcat, head low, eyes locked on my brown gloved hands, preparing to pounce (I remember his front feet, drawn under his chin, making running motions, in minuature, just before he sprang)! He sprang! I Screamed (like a schoolgirl, I'm told)! I swung the shotgun toward him and tried to back away, but the tree was behind me, so as my heels dug a hole in the ground trying to propel me away from the cat, all I accomplished was sliding my back 6 inches or so up the tree. The cat stopped, frozen, a couple inches in front of the muzzle of the shotgun, eyes as big as saucers...... then turned and trotted back to where he pounced from. He turned and looked back over his shoulder at me. At this point I realized I was still screaming incoherently, and my buddy was laughing so hard he had fallen over and was slapping the ground with his palms. I switched from screaming (like a schoolgirl) to cursing (like a Drill Sergeant), calling the cat every name in the book, and inventing a few new names, too. I called his parentage into question, and his courage........ the cat hissed and disappeared in the trees like smoke on a stiff breeze..........

Having spooked all living turkeys in the neighborhood, we went for coffee at F.L. Nicholson's ( Jeff Cooper's Man from Nebraska) and related the tale. She wrote Cooper about it, and we got a 2 sentence reference to it his Commentaries.......
 
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...... had a forkhorn whitetail run out and paw at a doe I shot in a beanfield...... He stood there over her as I gathered my stuff up and folded up my shooting sticks. As I walked out to the doe (over 400 yars away), he sees me, and his head goes back and he starts walking right at me, all stiff legged....... like Frankenstein or something. We kept on a collision course until he's less than 50 yards away. I waved my arms and hollered at him. Still coming. I drew my .357 and hollered at him again. He stopped, hair standing on end, eyes rolled back in his head (like a goat's, just gefore it butts)....... I shot the ground twice an hollered "Git!", whereupon he turned waving his white flag...........
 
stunk out the skunk

a few years ago on a camping hunting trip, i was sitting on the side of a rocky ravine just before sundown. a skunk comes out and walks toward me. i did not want to spook any deer that may have been in the area so i remained still. the skunk stopped right between my legs, and seemed to be thinking, " i don't remember any rocks on this trail". camp food had been rich and i passed some gas, silent gas. the skunk's nose wrinkled up and he took off like he had seen a ghost.
 
I can't quite keep up with 45 Marlin, but his story reminded me of hunting up at Kerr Reservoir or Buggs Island. My friend often took his wife and had placed her in a ground blind that he had built out of cedar tree branches. We were working our way toward her still hunting but perhaps moving a deer in her direction. A couple came down the old logging road in a car, made out a little, got out and made love on the ground she says not more than 30 feet away. She never bothered them and directly they were on their way. We had fun asking for as much detail as possible.:)
 
I was hunting Chukar in Nevada with two friends. I knock one down and it lands by one of my friends who picked it up for me and put it in his game bag. About 10 minutes later, I look over just as a chukar flies between my friend's legs! he shoots and misses an easy going away shot. He looks at me and says,"Sorry!". My bird had regained conciousness, crawled out of his bag and flown off....
 
I was sittin in a tree stand watching squirrels play and a Mockingbird lands on my rifle barrel. He sat there looking around for a few seconds then edges his way to the muzzle. He kept looking into the muzzle of my rifle and then looking all around and at one point stuck his beak in it. That made me laugh and he took off squawking up a storm.
 
My son and I were hunting ducks off of a platform blind. My son was 13 or 14 at the time. I saw a couple of ducks straight out in front of us, I supposed that my son, who was on my right, saw them too. Suddenly, while the ducks were much too far away, my son fired a shot. Almost immediately, in a rather excited voice, he yelled "duck". I was about to turn and ask him what the heck he was doin', when three pounds of dead Mallard flashed by inches in front of my face, and raised a small geyser of water off to my left. One look at my sons face and I knew I didn't have to say anything about the utility of yelling "duck" under the circumstances. We decided to use "hit the deck" if the need ever arose in the future.
 
This wasn't me, but my grandad loves to tell this story.

He was deer hunting back when he was about 25 and spotted a nice 8 point buck in his binoculars. It was about 100 yards off just over the crest of a little hill, but he can see the whole body. He lifts his open sight 30-30 Marlin, and he squeezes off a shot.

Then he lifts the binoculars and that buck is standing there calm as can be. So my grandad fires again and checks and this time he can't see anything above the hill.

So he walks up there and finds two almost identical 8 point bucks laying dead on the ground not five feet apart.

Since you're only allowed one deer a day, he called his brother and had him check in the 2nd one.
 
I dozed off at the base of an oak tree a couple of years ago (bow-hunting, S. MN). It was well before sunrise. I woke up with a MASSIVE coon standing right by my feet.
 
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