close calls in the bush?
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well about 4 deer season back i was hunting my land back east my grandfather and i had just finished eating a lunch up at my house of egg salad sandwiches and as i was walking towards my stand i felt the runs coming on and knew i had to find a bush so i book off to the left drop my gear and pull my drawers down and well when i was done i went digging threw my kit in search of some TP ,not finding any i let out a loud awww craaapp then flying through the air from 4 bushes over comes a roll of soft TP followed by my grandfather saying "tell your wife its time to throw out the mayonaise and get a new bottle"
At twin lakes in Waterton a few years ago, we were fishing and looked over to see a huge grizzly reared up about 30 yards from us. He then went on all fours and charged straight at us. The three of us stood our ground (and waited to die). At the last second he veered off and disappeared into the trees.
In my teens, me and a friend were at a dump throwing rotten potatoes at the black bears down in the trench.
Just harmless fun nailing them in the a** and they would run a few steps away then come back. Probably saw 10 blackies that day.
The bears were actually pretty tame , and we were quite a ways up and could jump in the truck quickly if one started to come after us.
At the end of our fun and games, just as I was jumping into the truck I saw a big roll of shag carpet move maybe 15 feet away. WTF?
It turns out it wasn't carpet, but a brown bear stetched out like a dog chewing a bone. He just looked up and then turned away and went back to chewing garbage. Damn bear could have gotten me any time he wanted to, as my back was turned to him maybe 20 feet away.
The fur was really shaggy and gross looking and I never even saw him laying there, I didn't even know brownies were in that area.
The bears were so fat and stuffed from garbage they were as lazy as hell.
They were so used to humans they wouldn't bat an eye.
You could probably, reached out and touched one and give him a little scratch and live to tell.
Just harmless fun nailing them in the a** and they would run a few steps away then come back. Probably saw 10 blackies that day.
The bears were actually pretty tame , and we were quite a ways up and could jump in the truck quickly if one started to come after us.
At the end of our fun and games, just as I was jumping into the truck I saw a big roll of shag carpet move maybe 15 feet away. WTF?
It turns out it wasn't carpet, but a brown bear stetched out like a dog chewing a bone. He just looked up and then turned away and went back to chewing garbage. Damn bear could have gotten me any time he wanted to, as my back was turned to him maybe 20 feet away.
The fur was really shaggy and gross looking and I never even saw him laying there, I didn't even know brownies were in that area.
The bears were so fat and stuffed from garbage they were as lazy as hell.
They were so used to humans they wouldn't bat an eye.
You could probably, reached out and touched one and give him a little scratch and live to tell.
Another time in my teen years I nailed a fawn deer with my mothers Hyundai.
Dented the hood and the fawn was laying on the asphalt not moving.
I was debating what to do with the corpse when the damn thing kicked and jumped up and almost nailed me in the gonads. The fawn ran like nothing happened!
Dented the hood and the fawn was laying on the asphalt not moving.
I was debating what to do with the corpse when the damn thing kicked and jumped up and almost nailed me in the gonads. The fawn ran like nothing happened!
Nothing bad, just a few slips and falls, nothing funny or frightening!
Except one time I was fishing and decided to call it a day. I was heading back along the trail when I came across a fish lying in the middle of the trail.!!
Ok how long have you been there I thought, when it gave a couple of kicks!! I went to fishing for a couple of hours and when I left I saw nothing!!
Except one time I was fishing and decided to call it a day. I was heading back along the trail when I came across a fish lying in the middle of the trail.!!
Ok how long have you been there I thought, when it gave a couple of kicks!! I went to fishing for a couple of hours and when I left I saw nothing!!
Got my truck stuck in the bush where is 15 miles away from main logging road and 50 miles away from the closest paved road at around 6:30 Pm. Walked 20 miles of which 15 miles was completed in darkness just to get out trying to get a ride to the closest town in the area to make a call to my wife (I was supposed to get back home at the same night). Got picked up by another hunter after having walked 20 miles, which was amazing, gave my gun to a goodlooking chick cop for temp storage at a detachment, phoned my wife and BCAA, went back to the spot with a heavyduty towing truck to pull my truck out, and got home in the early morning the next day.
- Location
- AB foothills
moose_hunter said:
A good example of why you should never ride alone.
trubluscrew
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- SW Ontario
Related from my father in law.
He and his buddy Stan were hunting On Manitoulin Island in Ontario. Stan, being Stan was picking his arse or having a smoke.
Well, a black bear (with three legs) was charging towards him. Stan turns around and yells over "Hey take a look at the Newfie Dog". My father in law, does the "Uh, that's a bear you idiot". "Naw, it ain't no bear, it's a Newfie dog" Stan insists.
The bear gets about 20 yards and Stan realizes it is a bear, and it's comming full tilt. He starts jacking his rounds out of the Marlin 30-30 he's carrying (I mean, he's working the leaver and no trigger pulling). Can you smell the brown stuff in Stan's pants yet?
The father in law finally picks up his 30-30 and drops the bear. The bear lands (this is where the story differs, depending how many beers are involved)5 inches to 10 feet from Stan.
I've done that once while ice fishing. I always carry ice picks when hunting or fishing in the winter. Once bitten twice shy
He and his buddy Stan were hunting On Manitoulin Island in Ontario. Stan, being Stan was picking his arse or having a smoke.
Well, a black bear (with three legs) was charging towards him. Stan turns around and yells over "Hey take a look at the Newfie Dog". My father in law, does the "Uh, that's a bear you idiot". "Naw, it ain't no bear, it's a Newfie dog" Stan insists.
The bear gets about 20 yards and Stan realizes it is a bear, and it's comming full tilt. He starts jacking his rounds out of the Marlin 30-30 he's carrying (I mean, he's working the leaver and no trigger pulling). Can you smell the brown stuff in Stan's pants yet?
The father in law finally picks up his 30-30 and drops the bear. The bear lands (this is where the story differs, depending how many beers are involved)5 inches to 10 feet from Stan.
I've done that once while ice fishing. I always carry ice picks when hunting or fishing in the winter. Once bitten twice shy
- Location
- AB foothills
moose_hunter said:
And by the way BC law states:
Age prohibition
11. (1) Unless otherwise prescribed in the regulations, a person under the age of 16 years shall not drive a vehicle unless accompanied by a person who
(a) is 16 years of age or older; and
(b) if, under the age of 19 years, is properly insured, or on whose behalf there is proper insurance for the operation of that vehicle in accordance with the regulations.
(2) Notwithstanding subsection (1), a person under the age of 19 years shall not drive a vehicle unless the person or vehicle is insured in the manner provided in the regulations and subsection 10(5) shall apply with the necessary changes to the owner of the vehicle being driven, as it applies in that subsection to a vehicle being driven on a highway.
- Location
- Edmonton mostly
This one time i was out hunting and It also happened to be deer season, but since having already finished my 2 tags in the area the first 3 days I was hunting coyotes. I had spent the good part of a day tucked into the side of a hill under a cam net with my radio, call, and my 300 win mag(silly coyotes, think theyre safe at 600). Every so often I could see a whitey pokin its way towards where my uncles stand was 2 km away, so being the generous soul i am i'd call him up and inform him. So im laying on the side of the hill and give a blow on the wounded jackrabbit call and sure 'nuf over a little pimple in the field come a great lookin dog, Near white with two perfectly parralell black stripes up its back, big. We got a local guy who actually pays decent over good skins so i figuered id just made about 50 bucks as i lined up on him. the trigger on my sendero is set to 2.5 pounds, i snicked the saftey off and got ready to pull the trigger, it don't take much, so i was just taking my time anyway. 300 yards, easy shot with the bipod. The dog suddenly stopped and bolted, i was in too good a mood to try a running shot. about 3 seconds later i knew why the dog bolted. over the top of the hill im on comes a ####box chevy suburban, and not a single panel on this truck has the same color or was dent free.
These guys had been hunting around us for years, we walk and push and you know, actually hunt the deer and they just bounce along coulee tops and try to shoot the running ones that get by us out of the truck window. We've called fish and game about them but they're always ready to ruin the trip next week.
now being hidden and secluded in my hole on the hill these boys, we call em the "deliverance gang" come bouncin down the hill, straight towards me, if i stand up they won't be able to stop and i wont know which way they are gonna swerve, so i dodge left and they get the idea that they may have just run over a perfectly good camnet and stop. I being slightly miffed and very well armed did the sensible thing and put my rifle down. Collected myself and proceeded to yell out over 4 years of ruined hunts and finding wounded deer these arseholes had shot and left to die in coulee bottoms because then they would have to get out of their truck.
aNy way, im having it out with them and my uncle, who knows where i am and saw the truck rumble through has crawled out of his stand and got on the cell phone to fish and wildlife, seeing that we already know the officer in the area and are on good terms with him he came to us in about ten minutes.
now these guys leave the area every time a white truck with lights a a green door approaches, so as soon as he pops over the hill they load up and try to take off. I broke with better judjment and proceeded to slash two of their tires, buck sure does make a good knife,. So chris comes down and sees these boys in their truck with its flat tires and they are just fuming, if he hadn't been their i think they just might have shot me. But he was, pulled em out of the truck, only one had a liscence, only one had an fac, and only one had real teeth, i guess they just shared em all. When he saw the tires he looked at em close, then looked at me with the knife on my belt, then commented to them and i quote "Cactus round here grow pretty big fellas, ya got to watch out"
i nearly #### myself laughing as i walked away
we haven't seen the deliverance boys in 2 years
These guys had been hunting around us for years, we walk and push and you know, actually hunt the deer and they just bounce along coulee tops and try to shoot the running ones that get by us out of the truck window. We've called fish and game about them but they're always ready to ruin the trip next week.
now being hidden and secluded in my hole on the hill these boys, we call em the "deliverance gang" come bouncin down the hill, straight towards me, if i stand up they won't be able to stop and i wont know which way they are gonna swerve, so i dodge left and they get the idea that they may have just run over a perfectly good camnet and stop. I being slightly miffed and very well armed did the sensible thing and put my rifle down. Collected myself and proceeded to yell out over 4 years of ruined hunts and finding wounded deer these arseholes had shot and left to die in coulee bottoms because then they would have to get out of their truck.
aNy way, im having it out with them and my uncle, who knows where i am and saw the truck rumble through has crawled out of his stand and got on the cell phone to fish and wildlife, seeing that we already know the officer in the area and are on good terms with him he came to us in about ten minutes.
now these guys leave the area every time a white truck with lights a a green door approaches, so as soon as he pops over the hill they load up and try to take off. I broke with better judjment and proceeded to slash two of their tires, buck sure does make a good knife,. So chris comes down and sees these boys in their truck with its flat tires and they are just fuming, if he hadn't been their i think they just might have shot me. But he was, pulled em out of the truck, only one had a liscence, only one had an fac, and only one had real teeth, i guess they just shared em all. When he saw the tires he looked at em close, then looked at me with the knife on my belt, then commented to them and i quote "Cactus round here grow pretty big fellas, ya got to watch out"
i nearly #### myself laughing as i walked away
we haven't seen the deliverance boys in 2 years
powder burner
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- Alberta, Canada
I got excited after catching a fish, and totally forgot about the hook i had on the seat in the boat. I sat down. Ouch.. You only do that once and never forget!
Im lucky that I pinched the barbs before I went fishing, or it may have been a trip to the doctors office.
Im lucky that I pinched the barbs before I went fishing, or it may have been a trip to the doctors office.
