I called in a big old Black Bear with a cow/calf elk call, a Primos Hoochie Mama to be exact, one time while bow hunting in AZ. Actually, my brother who was with me as a nonhunter, saw him first and pointed behind us and whispered something. I thought he said "David, he's over there" as we had a bull bugling for us. What he really said was 'David, it's a bear". I then grabbed my bow and turned around. I had my back against a Ponderosa pine tree. Fortunately, I saw the bear when he was about 10 yards from me eyeball to eyeball I jumped and then made sure he saw me. He then wasn't sure he wanted to try to eat something as large as me but he still wasn't sure what I was. He retreated a little and then came back in more wearily this time and then he started heading downwind from me which was about 90 degrees from me. When he got downwind he bolted up the mountain this time knowing he didn't want any part of me. As I set my bow down I looked up and the bull that had been bugling was coming in fast. I picked my bow back up and my mind was saying 40 yards, 40 yards. I shot when he was broadside and the arrow when right over his shoulders. I walked it off and he was actually at 24 yards. Adrenaline does strange stuff to you. All of that happened in a span of less than 10 minutes. I hunted five days that week and saw that bear 2 other times close to me. Of course, I didn't have a bear tag and am not sure I would have killed him if I had a tag. Killing a bear just isn't real high on my list of game. Although after seeing some cool bearskin rugs in MT, I became a little more receptive to the idea.

The point of that story is that when calling sometimes you can attract attention you didn't ask for. Mr. Claude will agree wholeheartedly with this.

Claude’s stats for the season, three birds and one miss, called in two for his grandson and one for his grandsons girlfriend. I joked with him the other day because he told me several years ago not to kill a cat on his land because they were native. Damn great season for an eighty something year old man that was hemmed down due to cancer last year.

I’ve gotten bum rushed by a coyote while turkey hunting. Me and JR sitting in a bottom calling when all of a sudden that joker was 10yds from me coming in strong. I was able to throw my arm up and block his attack. His momentum actually helped roll him off of me, while Johnny just sat there in disbelief 😁

He is okay! Good dude! His son in law use to guide a ton of folks on Claudes land for years - hunt for free and guide for free until Darren/he got hurt
Claude got lot of land and always kills turkeys and i use to hunt his land! He amd some old buddies get together every year and squirrel hunt all week on his land! Claude just an old country boy!!

His acccent and cadence are identical to my uncle, who was a banker in Brantley. My uncle's attitude about who's fault is was would have been identical.

Claude (selma man) said he had each shoulder on a sapling when he got attacked and he thought somebody was attacking him and that it felt like he got hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat and he forcefully fell forward and he was yelling. Turned aiund and sae cat run off! Thats how the son n law was telling it at easter lunch

Millers ferry area has a lot of bobcats. We used to hunt down there and never seen so many cats as down there