Once when I was climbing a tree in my climbing stand in early bow season, I kept feeling something crawling on my hand. I figured it was just a lady bug or tick or something so I didn't think anything of it. When I got settled in I turned on my flashlight to see what it was on my hand...and it was the biggest, fattest black widow spider I ever saw!!! I freaked out and thumped it with my other hand and I heard it hit the ground!

I hate spiders.

And there was this other time years ago I was run up a tree by hogs while I was squirrel hunting, and all I had was a 22. I got one of them, and ran out of bullets, so I thew branches at them to get them to stop knocking the tree I was in, I finally thew my gun at one and they left. I ran back home and got my dad's 12ga and the first three shells I could find. Buckshot, turkey load, and rabbit shot. I thought I loaded them in that order, but somehow the turkey load got chambered first. As I walked back to the one hog I downed with my 22, (it was a clean kill right between the eyes) I heard something behind me on the trail, It was the biggest boar hog in the group, he saw me at the same time and he charged me again. One shot with a 2 3/4" number 4 shot ended it for him in his tracks. The rest of the hogs were all around me but ran off at the sound of the shot. Both hogs had some white patches on thier liver and chest cavity so I think they were sick with something. The processer told us not to eat them and we informed the game warden, and he took them. Great squirrel hunt that turned out to be. Both hogs were around 100 pounds and died with one shot each.

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