I had the poop scared out of me early one opening morning before first light. I like to getin my deer stand atleast 1 full hour before sunrise. So I'm up there buckled in, loading my gun, getting my mind right with the guy upstairs like I always do - nice, quietand peaceful.

Then there's this super loud noise behind me somewhere that sounds like a herd of elephants busting thru the forest that last for about 3 or 4 seconds. Man I practically jumped out of my boots but was strapped in.

I sat there and sat there in the dark wondering what that sound, if it was going to happen again, and could it possibly harm me someway. It started getting light and I really couldn't see anything back there unusual. I was totallyfocused on deer now. I catch a doe crossing the creek, put a slug thru her and tag her. "Great morning", I think to myself. As I'mdressing her out I'm thinking, "I wonder whatthat noise was?"

I investigate the area and fing it was a giant old dead tree that broke off about 30 feet up and crashed to the ground.

I was scared by a tree. A dead tree at that.

I know most of you guys are skeptics, but this story takes the cake;

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=8547

This story is a runner up for the scariest. You gotta read this one;

http://www.bfro.net/GDB/show_report.asp?id=12959

I've had the luxury of stepping on a diamondback's head. I was with my father on an island in a WMAthat had great deer hunting. We took a boat to get there, and the reeds were tall...with you only being able to see the ground as you put your foot forward and seperated the reeds.

Needless to say I froze, and that snake was trying his best to get his head out from under my size 13 Rocky's, and rattlin' like crazy. Unfortunately, in VA where I was at the time, it is illegal to shoot them. I had to somehow get my foot off that thing, which I thought for sure was going to bite me. My old man came back and calmed me down and talked me into slowly raising my boot. I'll be damned if that didn't work. That snake looked like it was running with legs in the opposite direction. I was glad my old man was there, we hadn't hunted together in almost 10 years. He helped me out, and it is a great memory to have.


A very scary story with mother nature:

I got scared as sh!t last bow season during the opener...at 9am in the morning! The sun had been up for hours by that time. It was a nice morning, mostly sunny. The stand I was onfaces due East, and I was enjoying the sunshine. Saw a nice 6 point that was just out of range. As soon as he moved out of sight, I hear a rumble in the distance.

In all honesty, that sound is made 100 times a day, especially in October by the tractors, spreaders, etc. that work the fields on the farm. I'm in a 15-acre woodlot with soy beans, and cut corn on all 4 sides, with the nearest woods 400-500 yards away. So, it is very open, you can see through all four sides from my stand. I paid no attention to it, until the sound started moving slightly from my left to right. It was the biggest, baddest thunder storm I had ever saw coming. When I turned around and looked west, the sky was black. Lightning was hitting the ground in the distance (which I could see far away, and it was impressive), and the thunder was making my ladder stand rattle.

On a metal stand, and 600 VERY OPEN yards away from my truck, I decided I needed to get down and out right then and there. I didn't care about hunting anymore. I ran so fast, I think I only took two or three breaths. Lightning was hitting the open field adjacent to me to the west only 400 yards away. As I was halfway to the truck in the middle ofthecut corn field,I distinctly remember hearing and watching a tree on a hedge line get popped by lightning. It made a big fireball and a loud bang, knocking down the tree.Somehow, I made it to the truck as the rain started to hit, and by the time I had the bow inside, and turned the key, it was storming like crazy.

Im sorry, as much as Id like to beleive in bigfoot, i just dont

The reason i don't believe in bigfoot is because with so many sightings, no one has ever shot one. But my most scared memory while hunting is when i woke up early in the morning and was walking to my stand along a dirt road. I heard something running at me through the grass and i turned and shined the flashlight at it and itwas a big hog, I froze and he did a 180 and got the heck out of there when i shined the light on him.

yes I have, the 2 encounters I had with mountain lions. my first time I had one walk under my treestand I wasnt to concerned untill I began thinking about the 3 mile walk back to the truck. My second encounter I believe it was stalking me, while I was out yote hunting. I heard some noises behind me I got an eery feeling I so looked behind me this 150 lbs tom cat was within about 20 yards of me. I stood up quickly began yelling and popping off rounds to scare it away. That was kinda freightning especially when I began thinkin what if he actually was stalking me.

when I was squirrel huntin with my single shot forlem block .22 at my farm in Rhode Island and stepped in bear crap.......


-Travis-

hahaha! If that was me, I woulda had to change my pants for sure, I could just picture that, that's pretty scary


-Travis-

After I had killed and removed the largest buck of my life, later on the same day I returned to my stand. There were a couple of idiots standing in a field below where I was hunting. I kept hearing shots fired and "things" whizzing by. Come to find out they were aiming up into the woods where I was hunting with no regards for anything. Needless to say I about wet my pants. I had a few four lettered words for them.