This is a true story happened about 15 years ago. My hunting buddy, myself and my buddy’s brother put in for a mule deer draw tags and we were all lucky enough to get drawn. We live in Central Saskatchewan and the hunting area was in Southern Saskatchewan. Buddy’s bro had a friend in the draw zone so we made arrangements to stay with his friend for a few days. Thought it should be a good hunt as the friend guides a bit for goose hunters coming out of the U.S. and knew the area well.
Headed out about noon on Tuesday so we could be settled in and ready to go Wednesday morning. Roads were a little icy so we did not make real good time. Arrived at the friends house 7 that night. We got shown around the house and first thing mentioned was there was no sewage system in the house so we would have to make use of a bucket or the outhouse. No phone service but we were not worried as we had brought along the cell phone. Got introduced to the friends wife and of course had to check out the friends rifle which was an 30-06.
Friend advised us that his truck had broken down so the friend and the brother headed to town with the truck and cell phone, to try to find another truck to borrow for the morning. That left myself, my bud and the friend’s wife at the house. We ran our gear downstairs where we were to bunk and got our equipment ready for the next day’s hunt. Got back upstairs, cracked a bottle of rye and played a little cribbage. After a bit, the wife came up to us and asked if we had any spare ammo for her husband’s rifle. My bud was just getting up to go grab some and I thinking that this was an odd request, I told the wife we shot 270’s and the shells would not work in an 30-06 (270’s will fire in an 30-06) and we left it at that. Played some more cards and a half hour or so later, we heard the front door slam shut. Never thought much about it, maybe the wife had to go to the biffey. Ten minutes later she comes back in but through the back door. I take a look her way and see she is toting the 30-06. She points it at us tells us to go to the living room and take a seat. Not one to argue with someone with a weapon, bud and I head over to the couch and take a seat. I look over to my bud (who has asthma) and he is holding his chest. Thinking he is having heart problems, I start to get up to tend to him and the lady yells at me to sit down. And when I start to say that I just want to help my bud, she shouts sit down again and sticks her finger in the trigger guard. I sat down. In a few minutes, my bud looks like he is over. The lady now is pacing the living room with the rifle and won’t let us speak. Not sure how long this went on for but she came by me with the muzzle pointing down and away from me. I jumped up grabbed the barrel with my left hand and grabbed the stock with my right. We both struggled to get control of the rifle and when she could not get the rifle away from me, she put her finger through the trigger guard and pulled the trigger. I readied myself for the blast. When the rifle went “click” she let go and ran off into the kitchen. My bud went after her while I looked for a place to dump the rifle. Threw the rifle under the couch and headed for the kitchen and quickly looked back to the couch. Damb muzzle sticking out. Kick that under and the stock then stuck out. Finally got it stuffed away and made it to the kitchen. There was the woman punching and tearing away at my bud. I stepped in, angled myself so I did not have to worry about my family jewels and started blocking all of her hits. She finally played herself out and told us to get the hell out of her house. Great idea. While my bud went downstairs and got his gear ready and put on his winter gear, I kept an eye on her in the kitchen. When he was done, he came up and I went downstairs. Packed my gear, put on my insulated hunting coveralls and trucked everything upstairs. No one was in the kitchen. I headed into the living room and my bud is watching this woman who is lying on the floor kicking and moaning. Not really wanting to walk the 5 miles to the next farm and with no way to contact the brother and his friend, we decide to sit tight and keep an eye on her. After a half hour of this, she finally jumps up and heads upstairs. We let her go and just keep our rifles ready just in case she has another surprise for us. Nothing happens but it is starting to get awful hot sitting around in our insulated outfits. Start looking around and found that when she headed upstairs, she cranked the thermostat to its max. Turned that down things got a little more comfortable. Just had to now sit and wait until the brother turned up. After what seemed forever, the bro and his friend showed up at. It was about 2 in the morning. After explaining the situation, we all agreed to leave the friends place with the friend telling us to report her to the police as soon as we could. Not wanting the hassles of courts etc, we just told the friend, she was his problem and away we went. Now to find a place to sleep. Stopped in at the closest hotel. Door was locked. Using the cell phone we called the number on the window but no response. Dambed small town Saskatchewan. Drove to the next town, same thing. Third town, the door to the hotel is open but no rooms are open. Looked around the desk and there is a drawer open and it is full of keys. We grab a key, find the room it matches and open the door. No one in it and no bedding. Who cares about bedding. We grab our gear, spread out our sleeping bags and get some sleep. Next moring we get up and find the restaurant is together with the hotel. We sit down at a table and wait to be served. The waitress comes over and asked if we stayed in the hotel as she did not remember booking us in. We just told her we came in late last night, tried the door on a room, it was open so we made ourselves at home. Her comment was boy are you lucky, I must have forgot to lock the door when I took the linen out. She gave us the room at half price for that night because it had no linen.
After that, I can’t remember if we finished our hunt or just headed home. Guess that part of the trip wasn’t that exciting.
About a year later, we heard through my bud’s bro that his friend did get shot by his woman. Just glad it wasn’t us.