Me and My dad were walking this cut line and i was all intense and into the hunt when suddenly a damn grouse came flying out right towards me i had to duck and it scared the crap out of me so i was shaking like a leaf cause this damn bird. Not 2 mins later a bit more down the cut line a damn bear came running out of this huge pile of wood (scared the crap out of me) both me and my dad both draw our rifles but realize it was only big enough to just be kicked away by its mom plus it started to run so we decided not to shoot it and ruin opening day for elk. So by now my nerves are just shot cause ive had the crap scared out of me twice in about 5mins. WE continue down the cutline about another 100yds and i look down one way on the hill and my dad goes the other way. Suddenly there's crashing and baggin coming right towards me so i thought it was the bear again but suddenly right below me i see a large grey opject run below me so i thought it might be a wolf. I looked a little bit further down the hill and seen an elk standing there. So i fire and im already shaking as it is and i contected. Crash bang boom the elk is rolling down the hill. Then not 2 mins later we thought IRAQ was going on just north of where we were. Turns out it was my cousin uncle and grandfather and they shot a bull and two more cows so we figured i scared the herd right to them so really a weird and crazy day all in all.Oh the elk i shot by the way was the first animal i had ever shot.

Back in 1985 me and my brother-in-law were up in a huge live oak tree without stands and this guy and his wife started shooting squirrels with their shotguns up the tree.

about 3 years ago i was headed to my stand in the dark.... 2 coons broke into a fight 40 yds ahead of me on the same trail.... those of you who have ever heard coons fight know why i pissed myself .

Windtalker, i know your feeling man.I may be a wuss but when it gets dark and i've got a good walk to me truck, i start getting a little scared while walking to my truck. Not while hunting but i had took my fiance home one night and we are standing on the porch and across the road a panther starting doing it scream. You wanna talk about something that will make the hair stand up on the back of your neck.

Wow, just....wow. You and your dad both should never be allowed to own or operate a firearm, ever. That's just amazing.

ok here goes. last year my buddy jason picked up a bow for the first time around july and man can he shoot. he took to it like fish to water. anyways i worked with him to help him gain the bowhunting knowledge that i have gained and the dos and donts in the woods for bow hunting. so season comes in and the first day i put him in a spot that i know holds alot of deer on my farm. after the morning hunt he comes up to the truck and he is going nuts talking about all the deer he saw that were out of range so we went back over to the spot around noon and we moved his stand alittle closer and left it alone for a couple days. he begged me to film the next morning hunt cause he knew he had a great chance at getting his first deer. so he talked me into it and the afternoon before our next morning hunt we went to gander mt to shoot our bows and he needed me to fletch some arrows for him so i did and all was good. so the next morning when we woke up i told him to triple check all his gear and load the truck. he did and we headed to the farm. so we are now set up in the tree and im in my climber in a tree next to him and the morning started slow. i have the camera rollin and her comes the deer, the first 2 stay out about 50 yards and then 3 more move in to our right. they are coming in good and they get about 30 yards and i look over and hes at full draw on a nice big doe. then it happens. he lets an arrow fly and whack. right behind the shoulder but the arrow hits the deer and bounces right off like he shot into steel. i was like what the f#@%*. we were both puzzled. the deer jumped and made all kinds of weird shakes and twitches and put its head down and went back to eatin acorns. it didnt move but maybe 3 feet. so hes at draw again and whack the same thing happens only this time we were busted. another doe looked right up at us and blew and shagged out of dodge. we both then started talking to eachother and couldnt believe our eyes. we then got down to retrieve the arrows and when i picked them up i looked at them and fell on the ground laughing hysterically. he never put his mechanical broadheads on. he hit the deer with 2 arrows with no heads lmao. needless to say he learned his lesson that day and we never let him live that one down. it is still the topic of convo here.

hahaha.....thats funny...i still thought they woulda penetrated a lil.....guess not...

One day while turkey hunting I had 4 big toms coming all of a suddan an owl swoops down and scares them off.

Then the same day a deer standing in front of me while turkeys cross about 20 yards away One thicket to the next.

Browning Rage
Benelli Nova

After killing 2 bulls last year, we retired early for the pack out the next day. We had an open air camp in the back country. The bushes began to wiggle next to my sleeping bag when out popped a bear who had come in for a quick meal of elk meat. There stands 3 guys in their underwear on their sleeping bags at full draw. Needless to say, we had bear meat hanging in camp that night.

Several years ago I was stalked by a large cougar. After several seconds of screaming and clawing action, the cougar layed down and went to sleep. It now hangs on the wall of my den. It was 7 foot 2 inches and met its demise not 15 yards from me. What a feeling that was as you only have a 2% chance of surviving a cougar attack.

I was scouting for elk a couple of years ago and had 2 close encounters with bears that day. One gave way after some shouting and bluff charges by myself. The other would not move and I had to make way for the large boar to get by me on the trail. I only had a large stick and he was standing about 20 yards from me. The only plan I had was to ram my walking stick down his mouth if he tried to charge me.

Usually when we make an evening kill on elk, the mountain comes alive with sounds as we walk out with the meat. I have heard some of the god awefullest screaming coming off the mountain as the scavengers fight over the scraps as we are walking out. I love every minute of it. The mountains have a way of humbling even the toughest of men.

I had a quite a few but the one that comes to mind is back in the
mid seventies when I was brook fishing. Back then the moose was
a hard animal to see here and myself being a teenager and learning
what was and what wasn't. I was walking through a bog when a baby
moose stood up. And not having seen one before thought I was looking
at a baby horse some one lost. So I tried calling it and on my other
side another baby moose stood up. I was completely amazed at what
was going on until I heard a big crashing sound coming through the bog.
I looked and here coming through the bog was big momma! I only had a fishing pole so I looked for the thickest part of the woods I could find
and went running. I guess she just wanted me away form her little ones
as she never mowed me down. And I was too scared to look back to know
for sure what happened next. But, I did learn a valuable lesson to beware
of my surroundings at all times.