Tell me what happened and what you did.:scared:
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Tell me what happened and what you did.:scared:
This beautiful young woman started a conversation with me. :tongue_smilie:Quote:
Originally Posted by Okwaho
Later on, I married her. :gagged:
She tried to kill me slowly for years. :smash: :chair:
I escaped.
That's the most frightening story I have ever heard.
I'm glad you survived.
I think he meant four-legged predators, Ken. But then again, you didn't specify how many legs she had....
The two-legged ones are more dangerous. Honest. :gagged:Quote:
Originally Posted by trax
Yea, The four legged ones you can shoot, and you can mount them. The two legged ones you can't shoot, and you you can't mount them either. The four legged ones you can legally sell for profit. The two legged ones cost a fortune to get rid-off.:)
Nope, not gonna say it. Kids on the forum and all:blush:Quote:
Originally Posted by hopeak
Thank you Crash,now how much you wanna bet SOMEONE is gonna say something about that??? LMAO!:lol:
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Originally Posted by hopeak
Nell - you must be psykot.....sychot....psychot....a mind reader.
Please forgive me for returning to the original point of this thread.
I was grouse hunting on Hawk Ridge, following the ridge line between the Roper Road and the Seven Bridges Road. This is a beautiful area with lots of cliffs and large Norway pines.
I had a sudden premonition, the hair stood up on the back of my neck, and I ducked behind a downwind pine. With a sigh of wind and a shadow over the sun, two of the largest timber wolves I've ever seen noiselessly appeared.
Watching wolves walk is always a treat. It is like their legs and heads aren't attached. The head is going in one direction, nose pointing, always testing the air, ears swiveling - while the legs are going in a direction of their own choosing.
Both wolves stopped their forward progress for a bit, going back in forth a few feet right in front of my tree. They were uneasy. They could sense me, but I had the wind, and they couldn't smell me. Finally they quit moving all together, and the b!tch wolf gazed at the dog wolf as if waiting for him to make up his mind. He finally looked at her, and turned around and headed back the way they'd come. In lock step, she followed.
Okay, back to the point:
When I was about 17, I was snorkeling off Noman's Island. I had a stringer tied to my belt with a striper on the end. I saw the fin -- then the shark.
Shark was probably about 4' long at most. From my perspective, it was Jaws. I cut that stringer loose and made my way back to shore with as little splashing as possible.
Fortunately, nobody can tell when you pee yourself in the ocean. :gagged:
I have 2 stories, both occured in Maine. The first was in the dead of winter during a cold weather class. During the land navigation portion I normally roam away from my group and observe them from afar as to not influence them. Well as I was moving away an up hill from them I came around a rock out cropping and was face to face with a Fischer (smaller than a wolverine but a lot meaner and nastier) . Well it didn't like me in it's space and started, well growling isn't quite the right term, I backed out of there as quick as I could (ever try to walk backwards on snowshoes?) All I could think about was the teeth....the teeth!
The second incident was when I was out coydog hunting. I shot one but only wounded it , and it took off into a bramble. Well I went into the bramble to finish it off with my pistol. Pretty soon I'm crawling through this bramble on a trail which is closing in around me. It finally got to the point where I had to pull myself along by grabbing the trunks of small trees and pulling myself forward. I was almost through when the last trunk I grabbed was warm and furry. I looked up to see a huge bull moose looking down at me with this "just what the hell do you think you're doing" look in it's eyes. All I could think was please don't stomp me into a blood puddle Mr Moose. I let go of the moose and slowly crawled back the way I came. Never did find that wounded coydog.
I was 17 and a buddy an I went to the NJ Pine Barrens to ride out bikes.
We rode and rode and rode and when we were heading back a pack of wild dogs, about 8 started chasing us. So we both hit the gas and made it back to the truck, loaded the bikes in the bed and just as we were shutting the doors, wild dogs all around us.
Chased the Jersey Devil one night....though we had him cornered........
While hunting wild hogs in S. Ga in the hog tunnels, realized my bow was bigger than the tunnel. Reached for my bowie, left it at camp. The boar stopped his charge at 10 yards, I was shaking all over but ready. Yeh.........LOL..........ready to have my arse handed to me by a 250 pissed off boar. Never have forgotten my bowie after that.
I will still go in hog tunnels. The thrill is just awsome, even when you put your hand in warm hog crap.
Working in Yosemite Valley, Yosemite National Park, CA, I had quite a few Black Bear encounters; I've been bluff charged by Black Bears about 20 times or so. I eventually learned that (with Black Bears - NOT Grizzlys) if you act like you're going to rip their head off if they don't leave the area... they usually take off running.
I've also used the tactic of raising my arms up high & wide and backing up quickly.
With most predators, including humans, if they THINK they are going to get hurt or killed if they mess with you, they will leave you alone. With Grizzly bears, the best tactic is keep a big space between you and them AND either don't let them know you are around or make noise so they DO know you are around.
Also, I found, with Black Bears, that they tend to get annoyed if you constantly talk to them. (grin)
As a kid we hunted packs of wild dog regularly. they are just dogs that get loose and form up into packs which turn on peoples domesticate animals, cows, hogs, ponies, children if in wrong place. Used small caliber 30-06 to tag and bag them at night. Used dead chickens for bait or go to the dump.
More recently, coyotes. Really no problem just shoot them when they cross. Often too aluff to worry about. Skiddish when they get wind of someone.
When I was about 12, I was on my way to school one spring morning. I was on the school properties by the portables when something large and black came from around the corner about 15 feet in front of me. The black bear and I stared at each other for a good 20 seconds until it finally started, slowly at first, coming at me grunting. Seeing as I really didn't know what to do, I crouched low to the ground as if in a pouncing position to defend myself seeing as it was unlikely I could outrun a bear. When it was about 6 feet from me, it suddenly stopped and had the expression on its face "Oh whats the point?" Turned and went the other way toward the street. Animal control was called later.
I meet and greet them, they do their thing, I do mine. No more spectacular or scary than encounters with non-predators.
Well not much of a predator but.... When I was 8 my friend had a Bluetick Hound that had just given birth. Well he told me to go check them out while he got ready to come out a play... I shouldn't have done that, she came out and leaped on me. I protected my face with my left arm. I remeber hitting her in the face trying to get her off me and she finally let go. I looked at my arm and didn't see anything because I was wearing a sweater but seconds later I seen the blood. I ran to the front door but no one answered, luckily a guy passing by seen me and drove me home. I ended up with 60 stiches on my left arm and the doctor says the teeth scaped the bone. Had one puncture wound and about 3" down I had a gash about 4" long. Guess from one of the canine teeth. Later we found out that my friends parents heard me yelling but didn't open the door, they were ordered to put the dog down.
Another story is I was camping in the Everglades with my Boyscout troop when i was 12. We were all playing man hunt so it was dark. Well I was with three others and we were hiding until a wild boar charged us. Luckily we all out ran it but that was scary.
Wild dog packs. Shot a few, not much if you are armed. Biggest problem was domestic dogs, everyone has a few and unarmed it got tough sometimes to get one with a line hammer or safety strap without the owner catching you. "My dog doesn't bite" are the first words you hear when you call and tell them chain or put up the dog or no visit. Had a kid turn a chow loose while I was up a ladder and was told he was gonna let him nibble on me. I warned the kid but had to lean down and tap him with a hammer. Kid started crying and ran for Daddy and had to tuck him in for a nap also. I was only bitten twice in 32yrs which ain't bad. A mean dog is tough in his own back yard.