Ok, tell on yourself

[TooManyHobbies]

Quite a few years back I went into the woods on a new property to hunt deer. I wasn't far from my truck and heard a deer grunt. I froze and went on high alert. He grunted again. I couldn't see him, so I slipped my grunt call out of my pocket and called back. He grunted, I grunted, back and forth for at least half an hour. I still couldn't see him. Slowly I crept forward. Another grunt. Now I can see the whole area, but can't find him. Then I see it, a tree branch rubbing a dead tree in the wind. 

[Roy from Pa]

LOL

[Red Beastmaster]

Toomanyhobbies,

I was walking through the woods and heard a turkey cluck. I froze. Heard it again. And again. I scanned the area. Nothing. Clucked again. I was just slipping my diaphragm call into my mouth when a camoed Hunter sat up out of the ferns 10' in front of me. Holy crap!

Then I heard the cluck again. The guy had hiccups!

[Red Beastmaster]

One evening I was hunting on the ground next to a reclaimed coal strip mine. As dusk approached and the woods darkened something caught my eye. It wasn't there before but it sure stood out now. It was a penguin! And I swear it was watching me! I kept looking back over my shoulder and it was still there. It was starting to freak me out!

It got dark and I walked out with my flashlight scanning ahead for the foul beast that caused me so much anxiety. Ah, there it is!

A bowling pin.

[Roy from Pa]

 

[PICKNGRIN]

This fall I hung my fanny pack on a limb above after I got in my stand.  I forgot to grab it after that evening hunt.  The next morning I was getting ready to go hunt a different location 20 miles away.  Realized my fanny pack with my deer tags and gutting gear was still hanging in the tree where I left it the night before!  Needless to say I went back there for my morning hunt to retrieve my pack. 

[ronp]

That's a good one, Roy!  We both understand the meaning of the word "unpleasant"!!!!!

[ronp]

Also back in the 1970's, while deer hunting I spotted what appeared to be a bedded doe. After an intense 20 minute stalk, I got close enough to see the big gray oval rock

[Pine]

I was 19 and headed out to where I was going to sit for the afternoon when I spotted a couple deer in knee high grass.
They were slowly moving with there heads down so I got down on my hands and knees and started a slow stalk.
I would peer over the grass occasionally to check where the deer were and stay on course.
After about a half hour, I closed the distance to under 30 yards, so I now barely moved as I tried to get closer.
Now at around 20 or so yards I got to my knees ready for the shot.
And then one of them picked its head up to look around.
The neck was about as thick as my thumb and a couple feet long. 
Did you know that Sandhill Crane's look just like deer with there heads down?

[bluemelonchitlin]

Several years back I was sitting with my back against a tree where a ground blind had been built. Way up in the tree some squirrels were running around. Then two of them were going round-and-round ever so slowly getting closer to the ground...and me. Then one of them decided to stop just inches above my head. The other one jumped down,landing on my ankles. Having my eyes closed due to due them getting close to me I opened my eyes and said "Boo"! The one right over my head started pooping while the one at my feet jumped towards the tree landing on my head. I didn't get scratched and clawed up as bad as I could have been.

[GCook]

A buddy and I were coming of the mountain back to camp after elk hunting all day. 
A big bear had been seen by both of us in the area and the evening before had dug up a bee nest.  Growling while devouring in plain sight of his watch spot. 
We were walking down an old winding two track that had been used for logging years ago and as we came around a curve we stopped dead in our tracks as a bear was sitting in the road in front of us.  We stood there whispering back and forth what we were gonna do. 
Back then the light of choice for hunting was the AA MiniMag light.  Those lights were so weak that try as we might we couldn't really see the bear well.  So one of us had to try to get it to run.
As I approached the bear I had my light in my hand under the rifle forend and approached slowly but deliberately forcefully telling it to shoo.  But the 400lb brute just sat there looking at me.
At about 10 yards I Iowered my rifle, turned to Ronnie and told him to come on.  Try not to trip over this stump.
We laughed about it all the way back to camp.

[mj seratt]

Several years back, we were muzzleloader hunting at out Tennessee place.  About 8:30, I heard a percussion cap (only), fire up the creek bed.  I knew my younger Brother was up there, so I was grinning like a possum eating persimmons.  Then I heard 3 more caps go off.  I was beside myself.  When we met at the shack later, he said the durn deer just stood and watched him replace caps.  I tried to act sympathetic, but probably failed.
Then we got serious.  I got my possibles bag, and got out a steel wire nipple pick.  WE pulled our dove hunting stools up side by side.  So there we sit, both leaned over the action of this loaded rifle, and we're picking away through the nipple, trying to clear the gun so it will shoot.  Our Friend came up behind us, and saw what was going on.  He snuck up to about 3 feet, and touched off a 54 caliber Hawkin.  We both levitated, and I couldn't pee for 2 days.  He thought that was the best thing he'd ever done.

[Roy from Pa]

Gary, lmao:)