Originally posted by USN_Sam1385: I can relate. About a month ago I was slowly making my way through some fairly thick timber. Suddenly, from about 20 yards to my left, I heard a long, low, deep growl. It sounded like a really big dog.I immediately took about 3 steps backwards, nocked an arrow and kneeled against the base of a big tree to cover my outline. Whatever it was, it backed out silently and I never did figure out what it was. Needless to say, I got out of there before it got dark.
Originally posted by LC: Reminds me of the time me and my brother years ago decided to get into predator calling. Figured climbing into a old dilapidated barn, perched on beams while watching the field while we played the dying rabbit call on a cassette tape seemed like a good idea. All went well till a great horned owl tried to come throught the side of the barn siding after us. I don't remember who fell first or who hit the hay first on ground floor but I do know I beat him to the car!