Not so much a abnormal place to hunt, but something happened that literally almost made me crap my pants. Back in the 80s, Dad & I went hunting on Crow Mountain somewhere. We got in before sunrise and Dad dropped me off hunting over some green field at the top of this bluff. Beautiful cold, crisp morning. I was real excited with my spot as I had the bluff to my back and green field in front of me.

Everything was fine until somewhere around 7am, the woods exploded. I was facing north and from the south a fighter jet came hauling from the south. It felt like he was skimming the treetops, but I'm sure he wasn't. But I didn't hear him coming at all and it was almost the definition of "scared the crap out of me". I'll never forget that.


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