^^I once shot a bobcat while it crossed a food plot. It dropped in its tracks and laid there motionless for about 15 minutes. I was waiting for dark in case any deer came out when all of a sudden it started flopping around and flipped off into the woods. After dark I got down from the tree and went to find it. As much blood as was there, I just knew it had bled out. I started off into the woods when it let out a scream and started thrashing about. It could definitely see me but I couldn’t see him. I decided it could die right there for all I cared.

Long read…Hunting partner and I acquired a new lease in GA near Providence Canyon that was about 5-7 miles down a trail with the last mile only accessible by UTV, Jeep or like compact 4x4. We had never set foot on the property but had researched it enough to know that it was the homestead of the initial settler in the county and that he/his family were buried there in a small, unkept cemetery. We decided that our maiden voyage on the property would be an evening bow hunt. On the slow drive in we talked about the stories we read regarding the homesteaders skirmishes with natives and all of the violent acts that his family endured and conversely, they dealt to others. We finally entered the property and as luck would have it the only place to park his Jeep was right in front of the graveyard….it was creepy looking even during the daylight. We walked a little ways down a narrow trail until we arrived at a fork and agreed to part ways to climb on opposite ends of the tract with the understanding that we’d meet back at said fork after the hunt. It quickly became clear that the place was loaded with deer/hogs and that I would be hunting that spot again the following day. As such, I decided to sit well after dark in hopes of not spooking a deer that had bedded within sight. When I finally arrived at the fork I found my partner patiently waiting and we quickly began talking about how isolated the place was (zero noise pollution) and how terrifying it must have been to be the first settler. We arrived back at his TJ, I threw my pack in the backseat, and climbed in the passenger seat as my partner changed his boots. I looked to my right at the cemetery and said something about how the place had to be haunted. My partner, now in the driver seat of the idling TJ, took a look at the cemetery and affirmed that he place had a spooky feeling. As he put it in reverse something that I can only describe as having superhuman strength grabbed me by my left shoulder and jerked my left shoulder down and towards the passenger mirror. I was in a fight that I didn’t understand and all I could do was yell. My partner, understandably startled, accelerated to flee my assailant but whatever had me responded with even more resistance to the point where I was essentially in the floor board and my face was smashed against the door. I really don’t recall what transpired next but just as suddenly as the apparition had grabbed me, it released me. It turns out that if you forget to take off your safety harness and have one of those old, long Summit lines it’s entirely possible for it to become wrapped around the tire of a TJ. Still not quite sure how it got entangled like that but I have a witness for verification. Mostly hunted that place during the day thereafter and never left my harness on again.

Now that’s a good story!!!

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Had a grown man standing in a logging road at Chocolocca management area, squat down at less than 100yards aim his rifle directly at me without hesitation. I got behind a tree and did the same, he stood up and walked off. Rattled and ready to leave. Years later, my dad, he passed away last December, accidentally, shoot me in the face at around 70yds, in Turkey season at little river management area. Complete accident, but very lucky I didn't lose an eye!

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All absolute truth on my end, he apologized, repeatedly, but I was very lucky.

Dang it Nomad 🤣

I bet that was a tense few seconds and I'd say that would make a man remember to take it off. I can't relate to that, but it makes me think of the time I set the hook on a ditch pickle. My seat pedestal broke loose and I did a backwards swan dive into 30 ft od 50 degree water with overalls and boots on at 10:30 one night. I didn't know up from down and was lucky to surface. If I wouldn't have been with the best outdoorsman and man in general that I know, I doubt I would have made it out alive. He knew that if he followed me in looking for me that I would have most likely drown us both. He always wore a coon light on a soft cap so he flipped it on and I went to the light. 30 or so seconds seemed like an eternity.

Two years ago I was going hunting behind my parents house one afternoon. I’d never killed a deer with my bow from the ground and I had decided to try it that day so I went to one of our food plots and got hid good in a brushy low spot on the edge of the field. About halfway through the afternoon I heard something come trotting up behind me on the other side of the brush and I knew it was a coyote from the sound of the footsteps. It got right up behind me, downwind, at about 10yds and started barking/yipping. Then it proceeded to circle me and raise cain for the better part of 30mins. I was pissed that I had left my pistol in the truck and was fully prepared to go one on one with an arrow in hand against this coyote. He finally left and quieted down but I slipped on out of there before it got good and dark.

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Close call Ryano

Accidently ran up too close to a cow moose and calf in Alaska on an atv. She came after me and nearly got me. Came around a bend in trail and there they were. Mangaged to turn around before she charged. Man they are big.

Nicked my femoral artery gutting a a nice buck. I had to get a tourniquet on it quick to keep from bleeding out.

That is something that is always in the back of my mind when I'm cutting on anything. Really been meaning to buy a good tourniquet system to keep in my pack and I think you just made me go ahead and do it.

I have had foxes, coyotes and what not chase me while cruising timber and oh at the old sights that I have seen. Graveyards, old stills (one was cooking in Borden springs), pot plants that had just been watered and so on. One that I will never forget is I was on a 40 in Marshall co. and doing my thing. Snow was falling and it made it kind of nice watching it cover the ground. I hear the God awfullest rustle of leaves coming right at me from behind. I always carried a cruising stick made of tree sparkle berry and to find one that was straight was a treat. Anyhow, I turned to see two black dogs barreling for me wide open. Immediately took on the offensive and pulled my 38 out ready to shoot. It was two black labs that appeared to mother/son. Tails wagging they attacked me. I petted them and the male went back to where they came from. Mamma dog stay with me the whole time I was crusing. I sat down and ate part of my sammich and gave the rest to her. I t was like she was staying there to help protect me from something, but don't know what. When I finished I went back to the truck and she just walked back toward the direction of a house. Very interesting and a wonderful memory to say the least.

Last year we had chili at the hunting camp and stayed up late watching a ballgame. I got up early and got dressed to hunt out of my climber. Got up in the tree, got situated just before sunrise, and anticipated a good hunt. Everything went well until about 730 and it hit me.... my stomach made a noise Id never heard before and I knew immediately that descending from the tree was not going to be an option. You see, there was some type of ferocious substance in my bowels that was absolutely not going to have any delay in being evacuated. I was forced to stand up in the climber, face the tree in a slightly squatted position and get this poison out of my body ASAP. The clearing I was hunting was sprayed with a substance that I'm sure might have killed every living piece of vegetation in the immediate area.

I know this doesn't measure up to bears, mountain lions, man-eating coyotes, and the like, but make no mistake, this was an extremely dangerous situation.

I think many of us have similar experiences, but trauma has blocked it from our memories.

Almost had the same scenario on opening morning. I fought off the demons until the end of the hunt. Climbed down and started the walk back to the truck. Not even second guessing it i put in a dip, and all hell broke loose. Had to do the clinch walk back to the truck and cross a very busy county road in shelby county. Made it to the truck threw all my stuff on the ground and grabbed the tp. Barely got my pants down, and the bomb went off. It was a very close call.

I knew a guy who had to take a dump while wearing chest waders. He just dropped them down to his ankles and did his business. Little did he know, the deuce landed in the waders. When he put them back on, his back got smeared with feces. I don't know how he is able to move on with life after. He manages too somehow, but that must haunt him every day.

" I knew a guy". Hate it that that happened to you!