How many of you guys have ever been in real danger when out hunting, be it an annimal charges or even the big bull moose you drop 10yds in front of you standing on top of the ridge rolls down and nearly crushes you!

What ever it is lets hear about it, it could apply to any of the hunts you have been on anywhere in the world hunting dangerous or game that is not normally thought on as dangerous untill you came along!

Or does real danger mean the wifes just turned up in the hunting camp while you were away hunting with your mistress, either way lets hear it!!!

Couple years ago I was hunting around a mountain face to a real cliffy area overlooking about a 400ft drop. I had seen a nontypical in the area and guessed he was bedding up in the cliffs. I worked my way around carefully as it was quite spooky. I would only take a step forward if I could grasp a brush, tree or something, then i would let go of the thing I was holding behind me. Lots of deer sign was visible so I kept pushing on.

I got to a point there was a massive rock about 30ft diameter weighing I dont know how many tons in front of me. I took a small jump to land on it and IT IMMEDIATELY MOVED! That thing was perfectly balanced on the side of the steep mountain and when I stepped on it it rocked like it weighed hardly anything. Because this was right over a huge slide area I was terrified it was going to break free, taking me with it 800ft below to the bottom. I twisted and made a jump back the way I came grasping a small conifier, the rock rocked back to its original postion ... after my heart slowed down I figured I was in a seriously bad place and slowly worked my way back out of there.

Really spooky lemme tell ya.

2 years before that, probably 900 yards from the above storys position, I was in some other cliffs overlooking a 100 ft drop. I carefully worked my way around on a solid rock face and I got to a point I started sliding on gravel towards the cliff edge. I was scared but I kept my head mostly and was able to drop my gun and use fingers and toes to get some traction and stop my sliding decent. Buggered up my Rem700ML and broke the handle off the ramrod but I was able to carefully climb back up and out of there.

I still hunt that mountain but I dont play in the cliffs anymore


-DallanC

My biggest adrenalin rush was tracking down a wounded big old black bear.
Your senses really come alive in this situation. Turned out after an hour of careful searching and tracking that we found him dead. Had made a very good shot, but I don't believe I got very good bullet performance at 20 foot. He ran 50 yards up hill into the brush before he died. Not something I'd care to do very soon again.-tr

Does a coyote coming up from behind you and jumping over you at the last minute when you are sitting there using a mouth call count. Noooooooooo I thought not!

1895ss-I would heartily think that a coyote sure could have the potential to be a threat in your situation. Thats the one thing about calling is the element of surprise which animals can bring to the game. The years I called coyotes in North Idaho I had a lot of surprises. Had bears, cats, elk and deer come to the call. Was always an adventure calling there.-tr

1895ss wrote:

Does a coyote coming up from behind you and jumping over you at the last minute when you are sitting there using a hand call count. Noooooooooo I thought not!

I had an owl fly over me once about 12ft over my head... that spooked me pretty good at the time lol


-DallanC

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Does a coyote coming up from behind you and jumping over you at the last minute when you are sitting there using a hand call count.

That should have read a mouth call.
I have been watching my back pretty close for many years now because we also have cougars here now and I don't want to become cat scat.

The area we lived in always had alot of "Big Foot" sightings. With that in mind, we always laughingly considered it a good hunt when we didn't call in a "Big Foot". Just for clarity, these were the British Columbia "Big Foots" from the Kootenay Lakes region--tr

DallanC wrote:

I had an owl fly over me once about 12ft over my head... that spooked me pretty good at the time lol -DallanC

Had something similar happen to me many years ago, only I was driving. Laugh about it now.

About 2 am, tired after chasin' rabbits all day and night....driving down the road at about 65 mph, high trees both sides, blacker than the inside of a dog's guts..... BOOOMMMM, sounded like a 12g had gone off in my ear....a large owl had come down out of the trees, slammed into the windshield with wings full spread....think that was the only thing that saved the windshield. Initially I thought my brother's moron mate had touched off a 12g round 'fart arseing' around in the car. Funniest part though was the owl went up over the car and smacked into my brother's chest who was on his old 1942 WLA Harley behind me.
I reckon my heart was pumping at about 500 beats a minute.
I reckon he needed to change his pants!

Another one...The first fallow buck I shot got a bit stroppy when we started the knife work on him.
I shot him in the neck at about 60 metres...he dropped like a stone. The mate and I grabbed an antler each and dragged him out to the track, laid him down, patted one another on the back then got the knives out. Cut a large chuck out of his throat and damned if he didn't jump up and bolt, nearly taking me out in the process. He's off down the track like a scalded cat. Took a second shot in the back of the head to put him down again. Dragged him back and started again and he still flinched everytime we touched him with a knife. One in the neck just behind the head and another in the head.....tough bugger thats for sure. But then again it was a .223 with 55gn bullets!

There's nothing like your butt going "50 cent - 5 cent" to let you know you are alive.

Cheers, Vince

I was standing in a homemade brush blind waiting for some whitetails to move by me. It was a very warm fall, but had cooled down quite a bit by evening. As I stood there I kept getting my feet tangled up in a branch or piece of rope. When it finally got too dark to shoot I got my light out and was just reaching down to untangle my feet when I saw that the branch or rope was a 3 foot prairie rattler. He was too cold to rattle his tail and was weakly bumping his mouth on the heel of my boot. Fortunately the urine running out of my pant leg distracted him so I could get out and then warmed him up with a point blank shot from my 30-06.

I was hunting with a friend of mine along a canyon in the Bear Tooth mountains when he slipped off a rock and gave a short yelp and disapeared from view. I ran over and expected him to see him splattered over the rocks 100 ft below. Instead, when he slipped, his foot went between two rocks and wedged there. He was hanging upside down by his foot. He was too far down for me to reach, so I pulled the sling off of my rifle and got down on my belly and handed him the end. I was able to pull him up and we limped back to the truck.

The scariest incident was when two of us were stalking a herd of deer that were on the other side of a stand of trees above us on a slope. We were both wearing our flourescent orange. We were almost to the trees but had not entered them yet. A truck with Wisconsin plates stopped on the road 100 yards behind us and 3 guys jumped out and started slinging lead over our heads at the deer. We hit the dirt and started yelling, but the rounds kept coming. After 20 or 30 rounds the shooting stopped, the idiots had finally run out of bullets. We went up and confiscated their keys and dropped them off at the game check station with an explanation to the game wardens of where they were and what had happened. Since they were out of bullets and we still had plenty, they didn't argue.....much.

I was out early one Oct. Morning waiting for the sun to come out, and hopefully a Mule Deer to meander by. I had my back to a rock face about 15 feet high and a semi open meadow in front. I heard nothing until the loud cry of a Mountain Loin on the ledge above me. Beleive me I got as small as I could, into a small, I would not say cave but a depression in the face of the rock, and stayed very alert with my rifle pointed out. Once the sun came up and I was certain the cat left, I climbed up and found the tracks. The animal was about 8 to 10 feet from the face and above me. I do not know if it smelled me but couldn't find me, or if it knew I was around and made it nervous. this is why I now carry a sidearm when hunting. I know that part applies to a different forum but it ties in here.

Haha nice!

I was on a rock once overlooking a huge canyon waiting for a deer to mosey on past me when the brush behind me started shaking like king kong or Godzilla was coming through after me! Being on this rock ledge there was no where to go and I was mightily concered... finally the brush parted and the biggest darn Porcupine I've ever seen in my life stood there looking at me... probably just as shocked as I was. I laughed and tossed him a mini-snickers bar which he ate then (noisily) wandered back up through the oak brush


-DallanC

Irskii wrote:

I was out early one Oct. Morning waiting for the sun to come out, and hopefully a Mule Deer to meander by. I had my back to a rock face about 15 feet high and a semi open meadow in front. I heard nothing until the loud cry of a Mountain Loin on the ledge above me. Beleive me I got as small as I could, into a small, I would not say cave but a depression in the face of the rock, and stayed very alert with my rifle pointed out. Once the sun came up and I was certain the cat left, I climbed up and found the tracks. The animal was about 8 to 10 feet from the face and above me. I do not know if it smelled me but couldn't find me, or if it knew I was around and made it nervous. this is why I now carry a sidearm when hunting. I know that part applies to a different forum but it ties in here.

WOW. We don't have any big predators like that in Australia....well they say there MAY be big cats here somewhere, but who knows.

How soon did you have to change your pants???

If it had been me I wouldn't have had to change.....everything would have been clamped shut TIGHT....REAL TIGHT...so tight nothing would have worked for a week or more.

Cheers, Vince

The closest thing to danger was the heart attack I nearly had walking in to my deer stand on opening day last year. A flock of about 20 wild turkeys was roosting in the pines over my head. They decided it was a good time to come off the roost as my son and I walked under them. I thought a 747 was taking off!!!

Nothing like having a big cat on top of you though!! What a trip!

This doesn't constitute a dangerous situation, except if you count my heart stopping for a few beats danger. I was sitting in a deer stand in late afternoon when a big tom turkey came in from behind me. He didn't see me and I didn't see him. All I heard was a loud whooshing sound that took my breath away and the next thing I knew the turkey had come over my shoulder close enough that I actually felt his wing tip hit my ear. Although not dangerous, that can seriously give one a heart attack

Having a big bull moose come under your tree stand and sniff the ladder where you climbed up can get your heart racing a bit too. Just wish I had had a camera.

Blaine