Hoytail Hunter

Once I was fishing and decided to walk into the water with my shorts and shoes to gain access to a better spot. Getting there, waist deep and casting as well... when all of a sudden something starts tearing violently at my shoes and thrashing about on my bare ankles. I freaked out, kicking my feet about, terrified,almost screaming,andlooked down in the water but couldn't immediately make out what it was because of the current in the river. Ironically, it was one of the largemouth bass I was fishing for. Apparently he thought my shoe strings waving around in the current was a worm of some sort.

hillbillylingo

Years ago,when gigging fish on the river,we had a large beaver swim in front of the boat.I thought I could gig it the the back of the head with no problem,but the problem was I missed the head and stuck him in the back of the neck.He turned,had that gig pole in two in one good bite,then crawled in the jonboat with us.I couldnt get a good enough swing to kill it,all I could do was keep him pushed off me.He finally decided to leave,and jumped in and swam off,with the fish gig still imbedded in him.I had to go home and explain to my dad,whose outfit I was using,what happend to his fish gig. hillbilly

NEW61375

When you say animal do you mean ex wife? If so, yes.

turtleshell

Every day by MOSQUITOS

shed33

Attacked nope.. charged yes; by two different black bears while shed hunting in the spring time. Sows with cubs. Both times I had toused my 44 magto change their direction of travel.

Madjac20

Were you attacked or was the poodle just "in love" with your leg?
Never physically attacked, but once was over-run by a "herd" of squirrels.

Alabama Slama

One time I was dozing in my stand when I looked up to see what was in the field and there was a huge owl flying feet from my face claws out and ready to rip my face to shreads but a quick 1 2 stoped that

greenboy

ive beeen attacked by a few ornery gray squirells but nothing to serious yet

MountainHunter

A few times…

When I was a kid, there was a dog (lab/collie mix, I think) that liked to nip at my heels when I rode my bike on the street in front of its house. After it got a hold of me once and actually drew a little bit of blood (not serious blood; just enough to tick me off), I finally gave it a “polo kick” and sent it flying. He never bothered me after that.

Also had a vicious black lab (I know, it’s an oxymoron, but I think this dog was seriously abused) attack my leg on a bridge over a creek. When he stepped back and charged in again, I gave him a swift kick off the bridge and into the creek. He never bothered me after that.

When I was in jr. high, a policeman neighbor of mine had raised a timber wolf from a pup. It was a really nice, friendly dog and he let me and my best friend play with it while it was chained up to a tree (long chain). I knew the officer from the police boys club, where we both worked out, and he was a big man (bench pressed 375 olympic free weight). He would play wrestle with the wolf (it was about 15 months old at this time) and the wolf would playfully knaw at his wrists while they were wrestling. Anyways, my friend and I were playing with it while he was at the boys club (which was OK with him), throwing balls, which the wolf would catch. Well, one ball got by him and he twisted around and ran after it. When he got to the end of his chain, he snapped it like it wasn’t there. Suddenly, he realizes he’s free and decides to go explore the woods in our neighborhood. We chased him all around for about an hour and a half. I went to a neighbor’s house and borrowed a rope while my friend kept tabs on the wolf. He eventually decided to go back home and lay down near where he was usually tied up. Then came the fun part: trying to tie him back up again! He didn’t really want to be tied up. He also seemed to think we were trying to wrestle him and kept nipping at my wrists. We eventually got him tied back up again and I called the boys club and told officer Hayes what had happened. So, not really an attack, but it seemed pretty dicey at the time to wrestle a timber wolf.

Last year, while I was in the stand, I had two similar strange encounters in the same day. I was set up in my favorite morning spot and had a red tailed hawk dive at me. I’m not sure if it was attacking, but it flew about 3 feet directly underneath my stand so close I could’ve stepped out onto its back. That afternoon I moved my stand to a new evening spot. About an hour before shooting light ran out, the same thing happened, except this wasn’t a red tailed hawk. Not sure what kind, but it didn’t have the red tail, but definitely had the distinctive hawk profile.

My sister had a funny “attack” episode when she was about 3 years old. She was playing in the snow in the stand of trees between our house and the house of our next door neighbor while my parents had some friends over inside. A neighborhood Saint Bernard sauntered over into our yard (no one enforced the leash laws in our neighborhood and almost no one had fences). She got scared of the dog, which I am sure seemed gigantic to a three year old girl, and fell down in the snow running from it. The dog, trying to be helpful, came over and started licking her, which of course caused her to become scared witless and begin to cry. The dog, ever trying to be helpful, licked her more the more she cried. Finally, our next door neighbor (a great guy), who was outside in his yard, heard my sister crying and came and “rescued” her. He brought her, slimed from head to toe, to our front door and told my parents, “I think your daughter needs you.” She was crying so hard, she could barely talk, saying, “Doggy try to EAT me!”

LebeauHunter

Are we counting kid stuff? Like the time I was running for my life from the neighbor's mastiff?
Turns out he only wanted that Little Debbie I had in my hand, but I had no idea and thought I was
going to die when he jumped on me.