For you Bow Hunters
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That is great!
I don't have facebook but was able to enjoy the video!0 -
I've had critters close, but never one quite like that. I've had a squirrel on arm and one on my cap. While sitting I've had deer within 18 inches of my face checking me out. 0 -
That older cow was just about to stomp an alert there for a few seconds. It is funny how that younger one kept licking the quiver even after the guy moved it away a time or two.
Scout, I was across a small field from a buddy of mine during bow season one year. A deer walked up to him, around him, keep looking at him, sniffing, etc. After a long time, perhaps 10+ minutes, it finally walked off. I could not figure out why he never took a shot before it became so interested. An hour or so later I walk over there. He had fell asleep and still was. I could see on his boots where the deer had licked it.
We made some custom, but fairly utilitarian ladder stands over 20 years ago. The ladders are in segments and can easily be added or lowered depending on what height is needed. One year, I was sitting in it and was fairly high up. Without ever hearing a thing, it started shaking like crazy. I look down and a big ol' doe was using it as a scratching post. :shock:
A few years after that, in a quite low stand, only maybe 1/4 mile from where that happened, I was sitting there one very crisp, still, cold morning. I could hear a deer walking in from behind me due to the vegetation crunching. He walked right up below my stand and just stopped. This is the only tree of any size in that draw. He stayed there for quite a while. I could smell his breath. My foot couldn't have been more than 2' from his head most of the time. Anyway, I was using a .44 mag carbine so fairly mobile gun but he was going to be on my off side as he walked past making a rifle shot difficult. So, I SLOWLY (as in possibly drawing over the course of a couple minutes) pulled out my 10mm. Then, as he walked out I shot him in the head which was probably only 3-4' from the muzzle. Sounds kind of cold after enjoying the experience, but I enjoy venison even more.
I've had various little birds hop on me over the years, and a few squirrels. One grabbed my buck call once and tried to take off with it but did a back flip when the hit the end of the lanyard attached to it.0 -
Several times over the years when I hunted the northern zone(Adirondacks) I would encounter red squirrels. I always lay rifle across my lap with my pack open to my left so I can grab a mini Snicker out of the bag slowly on the sly as not to spook any deer. So funny to watch them sneak in pack and grab a Snicker and run like hell. Then they turn around and check for movement with that dummy that has a rifle on his lap. 0 -
Close encounters with game and all animals is so fun!
I dropped my cushion on the head of a small doe standing right under neath me! Man did that scare her! "The Sky is Falling The Sky is falling!!!!!"
A long time ago, I was sitting on the ground hunting and 2 squirrels came righ to my boots they both sniffed ny boots then slowly climbed up my pants leg. I sat perfectly still until I heard one say to the other "lets eat one nut here and take the other with us!"
True Story.0 -
gearheaddad wrote:Close encounters with game and all animals is so fun!
I dropped my cushion on the head of a small doe standing right under neath me! Man did that scare her! "The Sky is Falling The Sky is falling!!!!!"
A long time ago, I was sitting on the ground hunting and 2 squirrels came righ to my boots they both sniffed ny boots then slowly climbed up my pants leg. I sat perfectly still until I heard one say to the other "lets eat one nut here and take the other with us!"
True Story.
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have had many a deer do that, don't usually let em get that close, when they stop and give you that, what are you? you aren't supposed to be there look, I usually just tell them in a normal voice " you better get out of here lady," and watch em jump and run, if not I will then throw my arms up and yell just to see how high they jump....... 0 -
When considering the differential between the human brain and that of our game. Its no wonder how the wondrous and miraculous things that occur in the woods happen.
These critters operate on instinct mostly and not knowledge. So they follow thier noses and get into situations beyond thier control.
Opportunity for hunters!
Bad news for motorists :shock:0 -
wpageabc wrote:These critters operate on instinct mostly and not knowledge. So they follow thier noses and get into situations beyond thier control.
Opportunity for hunters!
Bad news for motorists :shock:
Yep. And, recent evolution has not been fast enough for them to keep up with the progress in vehicle speed. 150 years ago, they could outrun about anything man made.0 -
My grandfather grew up one of 9 children in the great depression...
When he was young if he went out with a rifle and a handful of mixed shells if he did not bring home meat people went hungry...
I eventually learned to run trap and snare lines and to find and follow game trails or identify areas were deer had bedded down overnight...
And some not so legal poaching tricks - and how to hide and tend an apple Jack still.
After I was judged competent to handle a firearm safely and noted to be a crack shot (after walking afield during hunts with older men) I was sent out with a Stevens favorite falling block .22 lr rifle with a half octagonal bbl and a dozen mixed size mixed age mixed length mixed brand cartridges and told to bring home a rabbit for my grandmother...
I failed miserably.
That's when he taught me to blend in with nature and avoid attention - native camouflage.
And patience.
I was taught to sit with my back against a tree - to pull leaves and grass and pine needles and a few branches over my legs and behind my shoulders to break up my outline and mask my smell...
I was taught to be still and quiet and patient and observe.
Where before I had been unable to find any game - after 20 minutes my immediate surroundings looked like a Disney film...
Mr blue bird on my shoulder and brair rabbit at me feet...
Game abounded.
That day I took home two rabbits with three shells - and managed to not destroy the meat.
We ate rabbit stew and my grandmother prepared the hides to trade to a neighbor who turned them into baby clothes and blankets for cribs...
Apropos of the OP.
Mike0 -
Yes, thats the ticket... mrmike08075 wrote:My grandfather grew up one of 9 children in the great depression...
When he was young if he went out with a rifle and a handful of mixed shells if he did not bring home meat people went hungry...
I eventually learned to run trap and snare lines and to find and follow game trails or identify areas were deer had bedded down overnight...
And some not so legal poaching tricks - and how to hide and tend an apple Jack still.
After I was judged competent to handle a firearm safely and noted to be a crack shot (after walking afield during hunts with older men) I was sent out with a Stevens favorite falling block .22 lr rifle with a half octagonal bbl and a dozen mixed size mixed age mixed length mixed brand cartridges and told to bring home a rabbit for my grandmother...
I failed miserably.
That's when he taught me to blend in with nature and avoid attention - native camouflage.
And patience.
I was taught to sit with my back against a tree - to pull leaves and grass and pine needles and a few branches over my legs and behind my shoulders to break up my outline and mask my smell...
I was taught to be still and quiet and patient and observe.
Where before I had been unable to find any game - after 20 minutes my immediate surroundings looked like a Disney film...
Mr blue bird on my shoulder and brair rabbit at me feet...
Game abounded.
That day I took home two rabbits with three shells - and managed to not destroy the meat.
We ate rabbit stew and my grandmother prepared the hides to trade to a neighbor who turned them into baby clothes and blankets for cribs...
Apropos of the OP.
Mike0 -
Fell asleep sitting on the ground deer hunting one morning . Woke up when a small buck bumped into my foot with his muzzle . No idea who was more frightened , him or me ! 0 -
Years ago a gunshop owner would take me out on duck hunts, on a mountain and State forest. This was a real rural area. I walked up alone and slept on the ground with a blanket. I was on a trail and got woke by an, unseen, monster, buck who jumped over me and stopped to pound the ground and snort. The ground was shaking. I reached for my .357 and light and he thundered off. 0 -
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and how to hide and tend an apple Jack still.
Mike
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I currently live about 8 miles from the famed "Copperhead Road." Have lots of relatives that live on it. Dated a girl, (Oh sweet Margaret,) that lived on it." Have cut and put up Hay, cut and hung tobacco, fished and Crawdaded the creeks, all through that area. etc. etc.
Good times, good memories.0
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