or maybe the snoring sounds like a buck grunting.
My girlfriend tells me I sound like some wild animal when I sleep, maybe i should doze off this year.
Your hard asleep while hunting and awake to find an animal
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or maybe the snoring sounds like a buck grunting.
My girlfriend tells me I sound like some wild animal when I sleep, maybe i should doze off this year.
I had a nap in the drivers side of my truck in Wood Buffalo Natl Pk. I woke up to a pine marten looking at me thru the windshield.
I turned on the windshield wipers and squirted water on him and he scrambled against the moving windshield wiper and broke it.
So there I was driving another 130km thru Wood Buffalo to Ft Smith with only one windshield wiper working.......
I turned on the windshield wipers and squirted water on him and he scrambled against the moving windshield wiper and broke it.
So there I was driving another 130km thru Wood Buffalo to Ft Smith with only one windshield wiper working.......
MapleSugar
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Happened many times, only time I got freaked out was when I was dozing off after lunch, and "felt" something, opened my eyes to see a cougar in the trees above me. That was freaky...
I think you've had another close encounter with something big and hairy that you don't seem too willing to talk about, hmmmm.
C'mon, we want to hear it!
Happened to me a few times. The rest of the guys in my group always give me crap for sleeping. It's only because I'm the only one that admits it.
Last November I woke up to watch a nice buck walking away, and where he was the shot was impossible. However, he did walk towards one of my buddy's about 1/2 mile away, who put him down.
Last November I woke up to watch a nice buck walking away, and where he was the shot was impossible. However, he did walk towards one of my buddy's about 1/2 mile away, who put him down.
Happened many times, only time I got freaked out was when I was dozing off after lunch, and "felt" something, opened my eyes to see a cougar in the trees above me. That was freaky...
JohnC
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
fell asleep once for about 20 minuites leaning against a tree overlooking a moose trail. Woke up & went down to find a nice pile of steaming black bear scat in the middle of the trail just below by spot...
x2 for Fratri. I had forgotten about doing the same thing until I saw his comment. Look all around, nothing. Set my rifle down, take a couple steps away and drop my drawers, and a big buck takes off from about 20 feet or so behind me. I was laughing so hard I could hardly do my business. Just figured it was his day, not mine.
ninepointer
CGN frequent flyer
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- Central Ontario
Here's an old one from our hunt camp:
The Buck Wrangler
A true tale from the 1961 hunt at the Beaver Meadow Hunt Club
As stories of a hunter’s first deer go, John would probably be satisfied to say little more than his first deer was a big 10-pointer shot in 1961 at the watch known as Elkart Horseshoe Number 8. That of course is not much of a story. But fortunately for us, late one night in camp and encouraged by of a bit of whiskey, John revealed just enough information to give us a real hunting tale.
John, who was a mere 24 years old at the time, had sat down with a back against a big red pine. With the warm sun on his face, he was soon “resting his eyes”, as the saying goes. It was around ten o’clock in the morning that John was snapped alert by the sound of gunshots and he saw a big buck staring right at him. John fired his .300 Savage and the buck jumped in the air, fell over backwards, got up and ran! John then let loose a hail of bullets during which the buck fell twice more, only to get up and run each time. Finally John’s gun went “click!” as the firing pin fell on an empty chamber. He was out of bullets, but with the buck not quite dead yet, our hunter found himself in a difficult situation. He knew he could not let his first deer get away, especially after all that shooting. So with the kind of ingenuity that would later serve him well in his career in nuclear generating stations, John quickly devised a plan! Taking a rope from his pocket, he tied it around the buck’s antlers, all the while keeping a cautious eye in the event that the buck should leap to its feet. The other end of the rope he firmly tied to a tree. With the buck now safely secured with no chance of escape (John hoped), he ran to the next deer watch to borrow some bullets from George, who also happened to shoot a .300 Savage.
George was an experienced member of the camp and when he heard John’s story, his eyes widened in astonishment. George knew that if the other hunters discovered what the young hunter had done, John would never hear the end of it! Feeling compassion for the rookie, George quickly gave him some bullets and sent him on his way to get that rope off of the deer as fast as he could. With speed that rivaled that of a deer, John ran back to his watch, but he was too late. The rest of the hunters heard the shots and had already gathered at the spot. They stood there, some grinning and some scratching their heads trying to make sense of the peculiar sight of stone-dead buck tied to a tree!
In the few brief moments that it had taken John to shoot that deer, he had provided the jokers in the camp with a virtual treasure-trove of material to draw from. For the rest of the week John had to put up with wise-cracks about his lack-luster shooting abilities, his newly found rodeo roping skills and comments such as, “Hey John, maybe your Mommy will pack more bullets for you next time!” But none of that bothered John – all that mattered was that he’d shot his first deer and it was BIG BUCK!
The Buck Wrangler
A true tale from the 1961 hunt at the Beaver Meadow Hunt Club
As stories of a hunter’s first deer go, John would probably be satisfied to say little more than his first deer was a big 10-pointer shot in 1961 at the watch known as Elkart Horseshoe Number 8. That of course is not much of a story. But fortunately for us, late one night in camp and encouraged by of a bit of whiskey, John revealed just enough information to give us a real hunting tale.
John, who was a mere 24 years old at the time, had sat down with a back against a big red pine. With the warm sun on his face, he was soon “resting his eyes”, as the saying goes. It was around ten o’clock in the morning that John was snapped alert by the sound of gunshots and he saw a big buck staring right at him. John fired his .300 Savage and the buck jumped in the air, fell over backwards, got up and ran! John then let loose a hail of bullets during which the buck fell twice more, only to get up and run each time. Finally John’s gun went “click!” as the firing pin fell on an empty chamber. He was out of bullets, but with the buck not quite dead yet, our hunter found himself in a difficult situation. He knew he could not let his first deer get away, especially after all that shooting. So with the kind of ingenuity that would later serve him well in his career in nuclear generating stations, John quickly devised a plan! Taking a rope from his pocket, he tied it around the buck’s antlers, all the while keeping a cautious eye in the event that the buck should leap to its feet. The other end of the rope he firmly tied to a tree. With the buck now safely secured with no chance of escape (John hoped), he ran to the next deer watch to borrow some bullets from George, who also happened to shoot a .300 Savage.
George was an experienced member of the camp and when he heard John’s story, his eyes widened in astonishment. George knew that if the other hunters discovered what the young hunter had done, John would never hear the end of it! Feeling compassion for the rookie, George quickly gave him some bullets and sent him on his way to get that rope off of the deer as fast as he could. With speed that rivaled that of a deer, John ran back to his watch, but he was too late. The rest of the hunters heard the shots and had already gathered at the spot. They stood there, some grinning and some scratching their heads trying to make sense of the peculiar sight of stone-dead buck tied to a tree!
In the few brief moments that it had taken John to shoot that deer, he had provided the jokers in the camp with a virtual treasure-trove of material to draw from. For the rest of the week John had to put up with wise-cracks about his lack-luster shooting abilities, his newly found rodeo roping skills and comments such as, “Hey John, maybe your Mommy will pack more bullets for you next time!” But none of that bothered John – all that mattered was that he’d shot his first deer and it was BIG BUCK!
