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#### that would get the old heart pumpin!
close calls in the bush?
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Brutus
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Very recently near the Battlefords of Saskatchewn, I was backing up a fellow hunter while wild boar hunting. Unfortuneately he fouled the shot using archery gear, and we had a very nervous 3 hour unsuccessful stalk though poplar thickets and deep snow off trail.
We were all "puckered #######s and eyeballs" following the bloody trail. And I having the shotgun was "on point" so to speak.
We slowly followed the blood trail in the snow and when the bush was very thick or we lost sight of the trail we stopped, looked harder and continued tracking only after the spoor was visible.
The Ithaca DSPS with 20 inch barrel smoothbore and Brenneke Rottweil slugs was made for these conditions thankfully!
I certainly had a degree of warmth and security with it in my nervous little paws!!!!
We were all "puckered #######s and eyeballs" following the bloody trail. And I having the shotgun was "on point" so to speak.
We slowly followed the blood trail in the snow and when the bush was very thick or we lost sight of the trail we stopped, looked harder and continued tracking only after the spoor was visible.
The Ithaca DSPS with 20 inch barrel smoothbore and Brenneke Rottweil slugs was made for these conditions thankfully!
I certainly had a degree of warmth and security with it in my nervous little paws!!!!
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s**t my pants
close calls in the bush??
Well many years ago before I stopped drinking, me and a buddy of mine went out hunting to a small town, where we stayed at the local hotel. I think we paid about $9 for the room. Well, after a hard day of hunting a guy gets real thirsty and one beer turns into many beers. So, up at 7 the next day to get an early start and was a bit hung over. After too many eggs at the hotel bar and and way too much beer, I had to take a dump really bad as I figured the runs was coming on pretty quick. So, I dropped took my jacket, sweater off, dropped my drawers quick and stuck my a$% over the nearest log and let er rip. I sat and squirted for a fair time while nursing my headache.
So, after taking the great dump, I wiped up and went off to hunt with my buddy. He always passed wind and during the day, I could smell him really bad and asked him if he has sh*t himself or what cuz he stunk. In the afternoon, we went crusing in the truck and, holy christ, did he stink. However, him being a bit of a weasel, he denied it, which was pretty typical for him to do.
At the end of the day, we were skunked and drove back to the city, where the smell in the truck was so bad, I drove with the window down a bit, even through it was early winter. After getting home, I stripped down to have a shower and noticed: 1) it stunk really bad in the bathroom, and, 2) i had brown streaks up my back and on my shirt. After checking out things a bit closer, I figured when took my dump, I used my shirt tails to wipe my a^& really good. Later in the day, all the sh^t from the shirt tails had gotten soaked and squished into my shirt and and moved up all the way up my back with all the moving about, nearly up to my neck, which is what i was smelling all day.
that happended nearly 15 years ago and I still laugh when I think about it, still haven't told my buddy what really happened though
close calls in the bush??
Well many years ago before I stopped drinking, me and a buddy of mine went out hunting to a small town, where we stayed at the local hotel. I think we paid about $9 for the room. Well, after a hard day of hunting a guy gets real thirsty and one beer turns into many beers. So, up at 7 the next day to get an early start and was a bit hung over. After too many eggs at the hotel bar and and way too much beer, I had to take a dump really bad as I figured the runs was coming on pretty quick. So, I dropped took my jacket, sweater off, dropped my drawers quick and stuck my a$% over the nearest log and let er rip. I sat and squirted for a fair time while nursing my headache.
So, after taking the great dump, I wiped up and went off to hunt with my buddy. He always passed wind and during the day, I could smell him really bad and asked him if he has sh*t himself or what cuz he stunk. In the afternoon, we went crusing in the truck and, holy christ, did he stink. However, him being a bit of a weasel, he denied it, which was pretty typical for him to do.
At the end of the day, we were skunked and drove back to the city, where the smell in the truck was so bad, I drove with the window down a bit, even through it was early winter. After getting home, I stripped down to have a shower and noticed: 1) it stunk really bad in the bathroom, and, 2) i had brown streaks up my back and on my shirt. After checking out things a bit closer, I figured when took my dump, I used my shirt tails to wipe my a^& really good. Later in the day, all the sh^t from the shirt tails had gotten soaked and squished into my shirt and and moved up all the way up my back with all the moving about, nearly up to my neck, which is what i was smelling all day.
that happended nearly 15 years ago and I still laugh when I think about it, still haven't told my buddy what really happened though
well.. This past deer season we were riding around on my friends 6 wheel atv that he has set up so that there are 3 seats in it. The weight of the quad plus 3 big guys had put us through the ice a couple of times on the stream, it wasn't deep so we were alright. But we were hunting a farm that had a stream running through it that we had to cross, so we decided to get off the quad and let my buddie drive it accross solo to cut the weight down. There was an old rickety bridge going accross it that we were to walk accross. I was walking accross the bridge and fell through the bridge. The rifle wasn't slung on my shoulder because I just got off the quad so the rifle went flying and did a cartwheel on the bridge. Thank god it wasn't loaded.
Alberta Bigbore
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- Edmonton, Alberta
one winter didnt know i was walking over a half a$$ed frozen creek, didnt even know i was on a creek, and broke through with one leg all the way up to the crotch. first instinct was raise the rifle in the air, after an awkward escape with a drenched leg and water filled boot in -25 weather, i had to make a decision...........
...............either open my pack and build a fire to dry out my clothes and boot so i dont freeze to death, or run as fast as i can the 200 yards back to the truck and drive the 40 minutes home
sure was a quick hunt
nothing worse really that i havent posted before other than walking in the bush with a shotgun full of #6 and coming across a calf moose, not seeing momma 20 or so yards away and giving me a bluff charge. Shorts were damp but nothing serious,
...............either open my pack and build a fire to dry out my clothes and boot so i dont freeze to death, or run as fast as i can the 200 yards back to the truck and drive the 40 minutes home
sure was a quick hunt
nothing worse really that i havent posted before other than walking in the bush with a shotgun full of #6 and coming across a calf moose, not seeing momma 20 or so yards away and giving me a bluff charge. Shorts were damp but nothing serious,
Hunting archery moose last fall. Alone, 45 minute quad ride from camp and 2 hours by truck back to town. Hunting buddy had decided to go into town for ####, shower, shave, and supplies.
I decided to stay and hunt.
Found fresh bull sign in morning over my quad tracks that had responded to my morning calls.
Returned that evening.
Started cow calling at 5:30 300 yards from the fresh track.
Could hear Bull back in bush for next 2 hours but he would not come in.
Finally at about 5 minutes to 8:00 25 minutes after sunset bull decides he is coming out...getting dark.
He comes on a dead run straight outta the bush right at me....I was caught in middle of small opening in trail trying to re-position myself for the shot.
He charged straight for me and closed to 15 yards. As I drew my bow he wheeled away and stopped. I just about shot when he moved and put trees between me and him...I tried to re-position myself but he spooked and ran back in bush...then left....very exciting and scary. No trees to duck behind...if he had not turned he would have knocked me down and trampled me....
I sat quietly for 15 minutes and then packed up my gear.
It was now pitch black...no moon, overcast evening.
Anyways...I was just getting back to my quad which was 100 yards down the trail when 3 wolves let loose with howling.
1 howled 50 yards south of me...
next one howled 50 yards west of me...this one growled after the howling was done...and sound very close.
3rd one howled 50 yards north of me...
Semi-surrounded.....only thing I could do was start the quad....thank god for the quad.
Needless to say....always hunt with a buddy. Especially if you can out-run him.
I decided to stay and hunt.
Found fresh bull sign in morning over my quad tracks that had responded to my morning calls.
Returned that evening.
Started cow calling at 5:30 300 yards from the fresh track.
Could hear Bull back in bush for next 2 hours but he would not come in.
Finally at about 5 minutes to 8:00 25 minutes after sunset bull decides he is coming out...getting dark.
He comes on a dead run straight outta the bush right at me....I was caught in middle of small opening in trail trying to re-position myself for the shot.
He charged straight for me and closed to 15 yards. As I drew my bow he wheeled away and stopped. I just about shot when he moved and put trees between me and him...I tried to re-position myself but he spooked and ran back in bush...then left....very exciting and scary. No trees to duck behind...if he had not turned he would have knocked me down and trampled me....
I sat quietly for 15 minutes and then packed up my gear.
It was now pitch black...no moon, overcast evening.
Anyways...I was just getting back to my quad which was 100 yards down the trail when 3 wolves let loose with howling.
1 howled 50 yards south of me...
next one howled 50 yards west of me...this one growled after the howling was done...and sound very close.
3rd one howled 50 yards north of me...
Semi-surrounded.....only thing I could do was start the quad....thank god for the quad.
Needless to say....always hunt with a buddy. Especially if you can out-run him.
I hope everyone stayed safe this season (and to those who are still hunting... lucky you!)
Any new close calls?
Nothing for me.
Came opening day and found another hunter sitting in the exact spot I picked for my blind.
He was nice and moved though!
Any new close calls?
Nothing for me.
Came opening day and found another hunter sitting in the exact spot I picked for my blind.
He was nice and moved though!
droid1963
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
I don't know if anybody saw the story late November last year about a Calgary hunter killed by a grizzly in the Ya Ha Tinda... pretty country about 175km NW of here. A few years ago, me and a couple of buddies went fishing for cutthroats out there. The hike into the lake was about 3 km, and on our way back, we stopped for a coffee at the dude ranch where the trailhead was. Some guys on horseback came riding up while we were there and told us a grizzly had followed us down. I was thinking A) "and not one of us with a fishing gun", and B) I was pretty sure I could've out-run my one buddy, a short, broken-down old bullrider.
Yikes thats pretty scary stuff. Sometimes I'm glad we don't have the big grizz out here.
a 45/70 sure makes a good fishing gun!
droid1963
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Yikes thats pretty scary stuff. Sometimes I'm glad we don't have the big grizz out here.
a 45/70 sure makes a good fishing gun!
I agree... the answer to "Does a bear sh!t in the woods?" is "He does when he sees this
- Location
- Abbotsford, BC
A couple hunting/fishing buddies of mine and I loaded up the boat and headed up the Fraser Canyon a way from Yale, BC to do some catch and release sturgeon fishing. I don't own any heavy fishing gear since I only fish trout so after a while I got bored and went hiking alone. I hiked up onto the CN tracks and checked out a couple of tunnels and there's an old indian village there so I checked that out and I hiked back down to the river. I seen a big rock with some real fresh blackie tracks so I decided to check them out (without really thinking first) and as I was walking around the rock I seen the arse end of a bear bent over some fish. He instantly swung around and reared and needless to say I froze in my tracks since I was about 15' from him at his point. We kinda stared each other down and I reached down and grabbed a big stick and hollered and swung it at him and he decided the fishing wasn't that great anyways so he went one way and I went the other. I know carry my .45-70 at all times when hiking.
Quad riding: probably the closest call was checking out the Blackburn Mines above Coalmont, BC alone. I split from the group a day early to get back to work and seen some foundations and tailings from the road so I decided to check them out. I was loaded really heavy with 4 days of full camping gear and fuel and I came around a corner a bit fast so I touched the brakes to slow down and all I remember was "oh sh!t, not again.." and over I went. Thankfully a lone tree caught my quad about 5' down the embankment and I went arse over tea kettle for 50 -60' down before slamming into a tree myself. I was instantly charged on adrenaline so I don't remember a huge amount but thanks to my winch I had it back up on the road and on its tires with 10 min!! Alone!! I was covered in bruises, scratched the helmet to hell, and literally dented my right bicep from where I slammed into the tree but was ok otherwise. I topped up a litre of oil and away I went, smoking like crazy burning the oil out of the cylinder.
I ride alone a fair amount and always will, and there's nothing wrong with it only be prepared and keep in mind at all times that if you crash you're on your own. I've fallen through ice (I don't ever want to do that again), done a 360* in a highway rig on ice and kept going, raced mountain bikes and dirtbikes and broken countless bones, I hike and camp alone in BC backwoods for days or weeks, stared down bear, been stalked several times by cougars, taken fur off of tails of bear, moose, elk with my highway rig, you name it. I'm 27 and I give myself until 40 or 50 and I'm just going to keel over one day from adrenaline overdone causing my heart to explode. Also been run off logging roads a few times before I got a 2 way radio (once due to wrong frequency posted, couldn't figure out why it was so quiet!).
People wonder why I prefer to sit and watch TV when its not hunting season and I always give them the same answer: I prefer this to stupid close calls! LR
Quad riding: probably the closest call was checking out the Blackburn Mines above Coalmont, BC alone. I split from the group a day early to get back to work and seen some foundations and tailings from the road so I decided to check them out. I was loaded really heavy with 4 days of full camping gear and fuel and I came around a corner a bit fast so I touched the brakes to slow down and all I remember was "oh sh!t, not again.." and over I went. Thankfully a lone tree caught my quad about 5' down the embankment and I went arse over tea kettle for 50 -60' down before slamming into a tree myself. I was instantly charged on adrenaline so I don't remember a huge amount but thanks to my winch I had it back up on the road and on its tires with 10 min!! Alone!! I was covered in bruises, scratched the helmet to hell, and literally dented my right bicep from where I slammed into the tree but was ok otherwise. I topped up a litre of oil and away I went, smoking like crazy burning the oil out of the cylinder.
I ride alone a fair amount and always will, and there's nothing wrong with it only be prepared and keep in mind at all times that if you crash you're on your own. I've fallen through ice (I don't ever want to do that again), done a 360* in a highway rig on ice and kept going, raced mountain bikes and dirtbikes and broken countless bones, I hike and camp alone in BC backwoods for days or weeks, stared down bear, been stalked several times by cougars, taken fur off of tails of bear, moose, elk with my highway rig, you name it. I'm 27 and I give myself until 40 or 50 and I'm just going to keel over one day from adrenaline overdone causing my heart to explode. Also been run off logging roads a few times before I got a 2 way radio (once due to wrong frequency posted, couldn't figure out why it was so quiet!).
People wonder why I prefer to sit and watch TV when its not hunting season and I always give them the same answer: I prefer this to stupid close calls! LR
4 years ago while hunting Whitetail, not 200 yards from the end of the deer drive seen a young Bull moose standing, and thought that was nice to see until i noticed he looked a bit odd as i approached closer.. The redbones found him and the fight was on he had a bad front right leg and was in no humour and was in the rut.. Thats the first animal i thought I would have to shoot to save my own life! but there were enough large trees around that both me and my friend could protect our selfs, after letting 3 shots go in the air if the 4 was needed it would have been in his head someplace... Never in my life will whitness that again just about killed one dog pushed him into the wet soil thank god as the other was attacking him in the hinds, all i remember it lasted about 2 mins andthe moose was pissing all over the place, at times when he made for us he was as close as 10 feet.. I really thought i would have to shoot him..
When something like that is charging you your mind takes a bit of time to clue in a to whats going on, very wierd feeling
Cheers
When something like that is charging you your mind takes a bit of time to clue in a to whats going on, very wierd feeling
Cheers
Idiot hunters shoudnt bear hunt
I was invited to bear hunt with my boss at his camp cause he was impressed with my shooting.I knew it would be a rough trip so i took my old p-17 30-06. A big bear showed up behind camp just before daylight ( rainy overcast day) and one of the guys shot it but didnt drop it. It was really thick brush (no shotgun or big bore rifle) and none of them would follow it. They wanted to just leave it but i was taught not to. Other then my 30-06 there was no rifles other the semi .308s and .270s so i opted for mine. I waited about an hour and then went tracking. The problem was the bear was a sow that in heat so she was attracting other bears. I can out to a small clearing and there was a pair of boars fighting with her laying off to the side and her yearling cub was around. It got a little close so i shot the sow first (headshot) and then had to shoot a bear that came out about 10-15 yards off to my left (a nice big boar). The rest took off including on who came right towards me but veered off about 15-20 yards out so i let him go. I made sure of both bears,( found the sow was gut shot) tagged mine and headed back to camp. After we got both of them out of the bush i took mine up the lake toi the truck and went home. I figured that i didnt want to hunt with a gang that wouldnt retreive their game and wouldnt give me a hand to find it. It was a little to close for my liking so when they asked me to moose hunt i told them no way. If im going bear hunting other then at home my 348 rides along just in case.
Dennis
I was invited to bear hunt with my boss at his camp cause he was impressed with my shooting.I knew it would be a rough trip so i took my old p-17 30-06. A big bear showed up behind camp just before daylight ( rainy overcast day) and one of the guys shot it but didnt drop it. It was really thick brush (no shotgun or big bore rifle) and none of them would follow it. They wanted to just leave it but i was taught not to. Other then my 30-06 there was no rifles other the semi .308s and .270s so i opted for mine. I waited about an hour and then went tracking. The problem was the bear was a sow that in heat so she was attracting other bears. I can out to a small clearing and there was a pair of boars fighting with her laying off to the side and her yearling cub was around. It got a little close so i shot the sow first (headshot) and then had to shoot a bear that came out about 10-15 yards off to my left (a nice big boar). The rest took off including on who came right towards me but veered off about 15-20 yards out so i let him go. I made sure of both bears,( found the sow was gut shot) tagged mine and headed back to camp. After we got both of them out of the bush i took mine up the lake toi the truck and went home. I figured that i didnt want to hunt with a gang that wouldnt retreive their game and wouldnt give me a hand to find it. It was a little to close for my liking so when they asked me to moose hunt i told them no way. If im going bear hunting other then at home my 348 rides along just in case.
Dennis
