Scariest moment?
What was the scariest moment for you in the wilderness? Whether you thought you were going to die or you thought someone else was hurt or what? Mine was falling off a steep cliff type hill. I rolled down but luckily some bushes broke my fall and I wasn't hurt but it could have been so much worse. It shook me up pretty bad.
Oh for me, it was while hunting. I was sitting in a tree in West Texas at sundown one day. Mostly, I was scanning the horizon for moving deer when something caught my eye beneath me. It was a mountain lion. I knew that by the time I moved my rifle from where I had it positioned for deer to protect myself from him that I might not have time. I could see that he smelled me yet he didn't look up. I couldn't even breath I was so scared.
Eventually, he moved away from the tree and something else distracted him.
I thought he'd never move on, but he did.
Oh my! I'd probably have wet myself, or screamed, or fell out of the tree. He probably caught sight of that deer you were waiting for!
Hi everyone! What i will tell you will probably have you laughing and i laugh now when i think of it. But let me tell you it was scarey! My family and i were out one day setting traps for bears. My sister and i decided to stay at the truck while my dad and mom went to put more bear bait in the trap by the river. Cas and i were playing by the truck when we looked up and saw a mother bear coming down the road. We screamed so loud that my parents heard us and started to come running. But not before my sister had the idea to jump into the cab of the truck, locking the doors, leaving me outside the truck! I was only a kid then (around 7 years old), was scared so i figured i would jump in the box of the truck, i did that.....right into the box with all the bear bait!! LOL suffice it to say, we were ok, dad tracked the bear and said that by the tracks, he could tell that mother was running for her life! She was scared off by our screaming! lol
I guess mine would have to be the time I was in the Wilderness of Idaho, on my horse and with my dogs. All of a sudden on the trail ahead of us 2 very small cougar cubs tumbled down the hill in front of us. WOW, I was so scared, my dogs were spooked and my horse wheeled around and galloped back down the trail , with me hanging on for dear life. We all knew that Mama was close, and we weren`t going to be her next meal!
I would have died if that happened to me. I have never gotten lost in the woods or anything like that. But my worst expierence was when I got lost in the local mall when I was young. I don't really think I have ever been as scared as I was that day.
Here is a recent one: I was driving my 4x4 on a very remote dirt road in the Uinta Mountains in northern Utah, and I spotted what seemed to be a wild horse, about 200 yards away in a meadow.Originally Posted by Tangent210
I stopped the truck and broke out the big binoculars, then I realized the horse was actually a moose calf, and mama was near his side.
I got out of the truck and knealt on the dirt road, to steady the binocs and get a better look, I am wary of moose, but these two were pretty far away, so I felt safe.
As I was watching the moose, I caught a glimpse of movement around the eyepieces on my binocs, so I lowered them to see what the movement was.
A full grown bull moose, daddy, had stepped out of the bushes 25' FROM MY POSITION kneeling on the road. In an instant, I knew if he charged I had no defense, he was closer to me than my truck was. I had bear spray and multiple guns, all resting safely in the truck cab, they may as well been on the moon.
My head (I'm 6'4") was even with his mid-shoulder, he was huge, a bull moose dwarfs an elk, as he crossed the road he never took his eyes off me, he kept his nose pointed right at me as he walked, making sure I noticed his HUGE RACK with every step.
He crossed the road, and vanished into the brush, without a sound.
It wasn't really a close call for me, because the moose decided it wouldn't be, but I was startled at being WAY too close to him, and I was stunned at how silently such a huge creature can navigate through thick brush.
WOW Donny, that sounds like quite a hairy experience! lol thank goodness you aren't like my dad. He would have looked at it and said "lunch". The man is so nuts that he once went after a moose with just a knife. (of course he would tell that story when he was drunk!) lol
When I was a kid, I gut stuck in quicksand! Luckily, it was near a road and someone happened to be driving by! They saw me sinking and screaming and pulled me out in time!
Quicksand, That is amazing. I can`t believe you survived? That was so lucky. I once had a horse, on my Aunts property, by a river and it got stuck in quicksand, and died. WOW, I am glad you are here to write about it!
A couple of deer seasons ago (2004/2005) I was trying out a new Tree Lounge deerstand. This was like my third trip up a tree when suddenly a very brisk breeze begins to blow out of the east. I began to climb down out of the tree as the winds picked up more speed. Small tree limbs began to snap off the upper most of some of the trees and began falling to the ground like missles. I mean those trees around me were all swaying to and fro really hard. The sky was blue, so it wasn't a tornado.
The Tree Lounge uses a lever effect to hang on to a tree. There are no teeth in the angle bar either that grips the tree. Just a straight metal knife effect that bites into the bark without going any deeper. I was halfway down the tree when the wind began to blow even harder. It made the gripping action hard for the Tree Lounge because of the back and forth motion the wind produced in the tree, so I had to stop about fifteen feet above ground.
I had a spare safety strap on me, so I pulled it from my hunting pack with trembling hands (yeah, I was skeered) while being shaked like a cat in a pitbull's mouth and fastened the stand to the tree in the event the wild ride was going to shake the stand off of it. I didn't want to be dangling fifteen feet off the ground in the full body harness with the stand piled up underneath the tree and me. The wind was blowing that hard and with even fiercer gusts.
I'm thinking, "What the heck is going on? Where did all this wind come from? Am I going to fall? I don't want to fall! Hang on, girl! Hang on."
Secured in my safety harness, I leaned back as far away from the tree as I could to aid in the leverage hold and held on. That wind lasted a good twenty minutes and I was shaking pretty bad when it finally died down to where I could safely climb down. I had to take baby steps to climb down, too. About an inch at a time till my nerves calmed down and I could take regular descending steps. I made myself laugh about it, too, when I finally touched the ground. I didn't want this to spook me from using this very very comfortable climbing deer stand. I have since made dozens of climbs and actually enjoy being high up in a tree when a normal breeze is blowing the tree gently back and forth. Nearly rocks me to sleep sometimes.
I keep up with the wind reports more carefully now, too.
Tree stand accidents have paralyzed a couple of guys I personally know and I didn't want to join the annual list the state of Mississippi keeps in tree stand hunting accidents and publish. Fortunately, the spare safety strap kept the stand tight against the tree while this blue sky hurricane wind did it's best to shake me out of it.
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Last edited by Bowcatz; 02-26-2007 at 05:26 PM.
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Wow Donny...been there and done that...I know that OMG feeling when you realize that there is nothing you can do to help yourself, only things you can do to make it worse.
We were all about 12-14 years old...there were four of us friends in the Bighorn Mountains in north-central Wyoming...and we were camping up at the East Fork camp ground. The area is tall pines above lower marshy areas of pussy willows near the river, almost like a peat bog...we used to call it "Moose Marsh".
Somehow we all got the bright idea that we were going to build us a fort...and someone in the group decided he knew just the spot...so we all go trudging down into the Moose Marsh to a place only the leader knew. We were well prepared with hatchets, bow saws and a 3/4 axe...all marching along quietly an' gonna do a Davy Crockett!
Since the whole mountain area was summer pasture for the local cattlemen, my friend thought he saw a cow...and he is like "Oh look!" as he pulled back the bushes...and there we were, staring at a brand new calf moose.
Momma was way over on the other side of the clearing...but it took her about two seconds to clear that opening coming right for us...and that's when it hit us that we might be in some real trouble.
All I could see was her giant, snorting muzzle coming towards me at faster than I had ever seen anything move before.
I jumped into one willow bush, my friend another...and the other two took off running towards the camp...but one got his glasses caught on a branch and they were stripped from his face, so he dropped and played dead like the rest of us. The last one just ran back up the bank of the road to camp...screaming the whole way.
Fortunately for us, momma only wanted to get between her baby and us...but we didn't move or even open our eyes for what seemed like hours...but was probably minutes. Finally I got up the nerve to crack one eye open, then the other, and finally opened both.
Momma and baby were no where to be found...and just then we heard the sprinter in our group...coming back with one of our dads.
We were all fine, and we were lucky we didn't get stomped or gut kicked, just scared...but the retelling of that story over and over to our moms and dads for the rest of the vacation...was like Kevin Costner's retelling of taking down the charging Bison in Dances with Wolves, it just got better (and a better response) each time we told it!
to get out of quick sand u need to keep ur hands in a wide stable place and lay down flat and pull urself forward u will eventually come unstuck
"why is it that football players spend 90 minutes pretending they are injuried and rugby players spend 80 minutes pretending they are not?" martin johnson former england rugby captian of the world cup squad
I've noticed that in the past few years that the wet sand on the small creek I walk up here in Mississippi is becoming softer in some spots. More than usual, too, as I remember it from walking up and down this creek since the 1960s. Every now and then I would step in one and go down a couple of feet into the water, but that last time I went up to my waist. That is one scary feeling, too.
With Christ, all things are possible.
nothing bad has really ever happened to me but this which isnt that bad
wheni was about 10 i was in the water st the beach and the waves were huge and i ran to get out and boom i got knocked over once i would get back up i would move a little bit then get nailed again i final made it to the beach
I once got pulled out to sea by a riptide. It took me nearly an hour to get back to shore swimming diagonally to avoid the same riptide. I was exhausted when I finally got to shore, and so nervous that I actually puked from the tension when I finally got to safety. Call me a coward, but the thought of dying just plain sucks.
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I got lost while on a wilderness canoe trip in Northern Minnesota. I was already lost and a very bad storm blew in. It lasted only a few hours but it was enough to scare me to death. I now carry a gps anytime I am outdoors. bear
When I was a kid in Alaska though I was in the city the city is wilderness enough in that part, I was walking across the street from a momma moose laying in the grass with her baby. At that distance they normally don’t bother you in that city because there so accustom to people but she was nervous and I could see it. So I’m trying to walk as far away from her as I could. The tension was growing, then suddenly she jump up and charges as fast as lightning, I had no time to think I just reacted. I jumped behind somebody’s house into there back yard and ran to the door. She was so fast I had no time to look where I was going, so as I stood there at the door sep trying to figure out how I’m going to get home without going past that moose, I felt like something wasn’t right. I looked up and there was a big bull moose standing about 15 feet away from me! In my effort to get away from the cow I ran right past a bull. He looked as frozen stiff as I was and for a secant neither of us dared to move. But then I turned and started banging on the door, a little girl answered, I said pleas let me in or I’m going to get trampled! I was much more concerned about his hooves then his rack as it was small though he was very big. The little girl said I have to ask my mommy hold on. She was very young lol didn’t understand the urgency of my situation. As soon as the door opened I jumped in. The mom was surprised to hear what had happened to me. So I stayed until the moose left. I only lived less then 2 blocks away so it didn’t take long to get home and I was happy to make it back. Very scary! Guests can not see images in the messages. Please register in the forum.
A friend told me when he was camping in Oregon he was in a tent with some meat out. He said he kind of expected a bear, but he went to sleep anyway in the middle of the night a nose of a bear pushed into the nylon and he bopped it and went to sleep. Then it came back again and he bopped it harder then he hear a apelike grunt and he saw a shadow of a HUGE hand and then a eight foot figure outside the tent. When it left he came outside and started a fire. Then a pine cone hit him and another and another. He said that's when he figured out it was no bear.Guests can not see images in the messages. Please register in the forum.
Last edited by wolf; 04-22-2007 at 01:58 PM.
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Wolf, sounds like something I'd do to my friends, cause you can make your figure bigger in the dark with some tricky mvoements and illusions, but I think bigfoot is alittle extreme, I shouldn't say for sure, but this tale seems a little tall for me to believe. But for my scariest wilderness thing, it was actaully on the Susquehanna River in PA, my friend and I were kayaking, and he, he's good, I wasn't at the time, he wanted to show me how to roll. SO i figured hey it cant be that hard, so I went under and he held my hand to pull me up if he had to, but i left out the part where he wanted me to keep holding onto his so i let go, after what seeme dlike forever i realized i couldnt get up adn started panicing and thrashing around but not bieng able to get. After some work I was fianly able to release my skirt from the kayak and kick my way out, i remmebr thinking, this is it, I'm gonna die, but when i came back up he was laughing, and i was gasping for air. I gues I forgot to mention that I am extremely afraid of small spaces (kayaks), and deep water (river).
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