CNC ,, sound like what i saw . looking north at about 11:00 it ran straight across west to east . elmore county

saw a fox squirrel grab kill and carry off a ground squirrel .

saw a horned owl knock the orange hat off my nephew's head .

saw the air frozen .

heard my BIL shoot five times then yell bring my a knife or shells . i got there he had shot all four legs off a doe and had her in a bear hug with his legs wrapped around her .

me and my BIL saw the same big black cat at 15 yards .

not while hunting > me and my pocket dog walk up on a hen and her chicks . the hen just layed down . when we got closer my dog went over to see what it was . the hen jumped up and just plowed right over him dragging her wings . my dogs gets up looks at me as if to say WTF!!!!

i got more , lol

I learned that armadillos like Green Apple Jolly Ranchers when they're under your tree stand. I also learned they crunch 'em instead of putting them between cheek and gum like a regular person. He didn't lick his fingers, so I didn't say anything.

At our land in Wilcox, MIL was hunting a short distance from me. She unloaded her Browning BAR and started hollering. I go over to her stand and she has the 4 wheeler winch unwound and wrapped around a 6 point buck's neck.

So Irish your story reminded me of a buddy and myself adventure. We were base camped at 11500 feet on the flattop wilderness area and had just found out that we were sleeping in the nuisance bear release area. Everybody else had hawgirons strapped to their legs but we just had our recurves. About 3AM I'm awoke by this violent crash and then a strange sound begins. gaaahh -lump gaaaahhh-loomp gaaaahhh-loomp. OMG I'm freaking and I ask my buddy if he's awake and he looks at me with huge frightened eyes ands says SHUTUP..... The sound continues I freak and he say F-inn Shutup. The only thing between us and the monster was a cheap tent. We literally hugged each others like babies as the beast continued to make noise for another 20 minutes or so....finally the noise stopped. After about an hour we went back to sleep but both slept with one eye open.

The next day we got brave enough to venture out. Much to our surprise the monster was THERE! There had been about 40 mph winds that had blown over a 5 gallon water jug. The water jug had burped air gahhh-loomp for about 20 minutes till empty. We both new that monster was in trouble if it messed with us. SO sad so so sad.

It happened again just in the last few years. I caught it on the news. The one I saw in my story happened back around 1999-2000 ish time frame around 4:30-5:00 in the morning. I was huntin in Russell Co around the old Yuchi Golf Course in Seale. Where I was standing would actually be smack dab in the middle of 431 these days. At the time it was a cutover where they had pushed it out to build the 4-lane and then apparently abandoned the project for a good number of years.

This should keep ya busy for a while

http://www.survivalistboards.com/showthread.php?t=57236

same thing ,,,,,yep two season ago i was on my tractor planting my green fields , saw that one too bout 4:00 in the evening if i remember right . look like the size of a soft ball

"I rough talked him!"

Buddy of mine told me that he used stay down off Troy hwy in an old house as a hunting lodge. Well one night they are all asleep and he feels something grab or touch his legs (one of the two) and he figured it was his friends. It keeps happening so he looks over and sure enough his friend is in bed asleep. Then the next time it happened he jumped up in the bed screamed and ran through whatever it was. He drove home right after that and hasn't stayed there since.

Who was it that posted that video of the naked dude running through the the woods? To me that takes the cake.

Agree

Had a hawk take two very blatant passes just over my head during turkey season this past April. If you've ever seen a mockingbird dive bombing a cat or dog that was what it felt like.

You saw the track of a young yahoo. Back when I was growing up near the Cahaba river we use to catch them when squirrel or coon hunting. We should have made some pics, but we had no idea they would later become such a big deal. Grandpa didn't care anything about them because they weren't fit to eat, but we always shot them out because the farmers hated them so much. They stunk worse than anything I've ever smelled.

My Grandpa thought they lived most of the year up in the hills of the Talladega National Forest, but when times got tough in the winter they would move down along the river to find food. They had a taste for veal and would get calves right after they were born. The cattlemen wanted to eliminate them, and I guess they almost succeeded.

It was hard to knock one out of a tree with 6 shot, but once they hit the ground they belonged to the dog. He was part bulldog, and Bully hated a yahoo and they didn't last long on the ground. I wish I could've made a video of one of those fights, but of course no such technology existed back then.

You and your yahoo's.

Chased turkey all morning at our old club up in Stevenson when I got to the far back corner of the property and got on a good gobbling bird around 11 am. Met my dad who wasn't far away and we setup on him and in about an hour get him kilt. Well on the way back to my dads 4 wheeler we hear a very loud explosion and felt the ground shake. I looked at dad and asked him just what in the heck that was and he said it sounded like the 4 wheeler blew up or miners were blasting out stuff at the coal mine. Well it was neither and we had no clue what it was. Fast forward 3 days and there was an earthquake that was centered in DeKalb County (2002 or 2003?). Dad calls a geology office up on Chattanooga later that week and they said there was a recorded "pre-quake" right under the mountain we were hunting on.

Had a big owl light on a limb beside me while on a ladder stand in Tuscaloosa County. Was hunting in a high fence club in a shooting house before daylight when all of a sudden the whole thing starts shaking. A Bison had slipped up behind me and decided he needed a scratch and was rubbing on the post of the house.

Didn't happen to me but a story as told by one of my old hunting partners Hank(RIP)

Hank was telling the story about how he came across a Parker-Hale 308. Hank has been known to embellish a story so I'm not really sure exactly how much is true.

Seems he had found a really hot scrape line of a Buck we all called the Homestead Buck. He said he set up in his climber about noon to wait on the monster buck to come back thru a check the scrapes.
After a couple of hours he said he heard bushes rustling and limbs cracking, he readied his gun for the shot when this man eased out of the gallberry thicket. Hank watched him stalk hunt up to about 50 feet from his climber. The fellow stood silent and motionless as a cypress tree for what seemed like another hour. Finally the hunter leaned his rifle against a pine tree and sat down against the same tree, took out a skin magazine and started thumbing thru the pages. Hank said he reckoned he found the pictures he wanted because the fella unzipped his britches and started vigorously choking his chicken.
Hank said it was like a fatal car wreck, he knew he shouldn't look but couldn't help himself. After a minute or two the fella finished and put away his willy and started to put away the skin magazine and that's when Hank hollered down asking him if he could borrow the magazine if he was through with it.
Hank said the fella jumped up and high tailed it outta there leaving the Parker-Hale 308 behind still leaning against the tree.
Hank climbed down after a half hour or so and the guy never came back after the rifle so Hank grabbed it expecting the feller to atlesst be waiting at the truck but nobody was there.
Hank posted a sign at the entrance of the dim road he was parked on saying that if you lost something in the woods call him and describe it. He never heard anything from anybody.
He still had that rifle when he passed away.

Foldemup and that is the winner.