your weirdest encounter while in the stand?

[PowThudBeer]

I was probably 16, not much hunting experience, and my cousin allowed me to sit in his tree stand since he had already killed his buck in OK. Early morning, first light and start hearing steps behind me. Slow, grazing pace. Lots of acorns around. I decided, since it was coming towards me, I wouldn't turn to look and let whatever it is, walk past me so as not to spook it. 15 minutes later, felt like an hour, I couldn't take it. Never got a glimpse so I finally did the slowest head turn in history. Turns out there was a walking stick on my shoulder looking me in the eyes. Funny thing is when they walk up the back of your jacket they sound like deer walking through the woods. He stayed on my shoulder with not a care in the world, looking at me the whole time. I could hear his tiny, tiny little laugh. Like a parrot, I let him stay, mocking and all.

I made the mistake telling that story at camp, I still hear "watch out for those walking sticks" when I walk to the stand and I'm 46 now.

[SETXoutdoorsman]

IN 2013 I was hunting down in Lometa. The rancher had cleared a bunch of cedar and their were brush piles all around a pretty open field. I had a creek running from my right to left about 200 yds in front of me. This property was loaded with rabbits, and I got to watch a fox on 2 separate hunts sneak from brush pile to brush pile hunting rabbits. Never saw him make a kill but did see some pretty awesome chases. I probably wouldn't kill a fox anyways, but I surely wasn't gonna shoot this guy because it was so much fun watching him hunt all day.

Later in the day my biggest buck to that date comes out and I shoot him Near the creek bed. He runs through the creek bed and out of sight. When I get out to find the deer, I cross through the creek and see the fox standing there looking at me. He turns nonchalantly and starts walking away. I follow him for maybe 50 ids and he sits down right next to my deer. Like my own wild blood tracking fox! He sat for a while and I got some picture of him. I needed to go get the rhino to get the deer and he was still sitting there. I verbally told him "I don't want to shoot you, but if I come back and your gnawing on my deer you're dead" . When I came back with the rhino he was gone not having touched anything.

That's really cool, would love to experience that

[boomerball]

When my wife was pregnant with our first kid her and her photographer friend had an idea for some pictures. This was back in a big drought year and they thought the juxtaposition of a very pregnant woman in a fancy dress among the desolation of bare ground and dead trees where one of the lakes was very low would be cool. Of course they wanted to be there at daybreak to get the best lighting for their pictures. It was right around daybreak when they discovered it was opening day of duck season and the area was open to public hunting. They said the hunter that was about 20yds from where they started taking these pictures was very polite, but also confused by the situation.....

[Fishy]

Who was the member that found a live Billy goat, with antlers strapped to its head, inside the stand? He was knocked to the ground when the goat rammed the wall hard enough. If I remember correctly, it was his cousin and cousin's friend that set up this prank.

[TXJIM]

When my wife was pregnant with our first kid her and her photographer friend had an idea for some pictures. This was back in a big drought year and they thought the juxtaposition of a very pregnant woman in a fancy dress among the desolation of bare ground and dead trees where one of the lakes was very low would be cool. Of course they wanted to be there at daybreak to get the best lighting for their pictures. It was right around daybreak when they discovered it was opening day of duck season and the area was open to public hunting. They said the hunter that was about 20yds from where they started taking these pictures was very polite, but also confused by the situation.....

Waiting for someone to post about the time they were duck hunting and saw a pregnant lady in a fancy dress in the middle of their set

[tbgascorer]

Lots of weird ones but the most recent had to be the buck that ran by me with an arrow hanging out of him. Few years back. I was watching a feeder and oat patch when all the sudden all my deer went on full alert and started running. Suddenly, a large buck with an arrow hanging out of him ran in front of my tent about 75 yards out. After he had ran another 100 years or so, he stopped and looked back. His mouth was hanging open and he was limping badly. I could clearly see the blood running down his right side and the arrow hanging, lumenok or nocturnal lit up. He slowly went off into the woods. I gave him time to expire and took up the trail after dark. We trailed several hours that night and the next day. Never found that deer.

[LloydMcCoy]

1-Had some illegals cross in front of me (BP got them)
2-had some jack wagon shoot at my blind with me in it (he had interview with police)


Final Pursuit TV

[JayB]

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2-had some jack wagon shoot at my blind with me in it (he had interview with police)


We need more story on this one.....

[LloydMcCoy]

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2-had some jack wagon shoot at my blind with me in it (he had interview with police)





We need more story on this one.....

I was prolly 18 and he didn't like hunters apparently and cops took him to his new place of residence. Guessing he was looney?


Final Pursuit TV

[JayB]

Wow...I don't think I would take someone shootin at me too kindly.....I don't even like paintball for the same reason.

[Low Lander]

Boar got me

I was about 16 and my dads friends wanted to come hog hunting on our lease which joined the Big Sandy Creek unit. Dad and I were on foot and his friends had horses. We jumped a big boar and he headed straight for the park, the dogs bayed him in a switch cane thicket. Dad and I made it there first before the horses and seen that the big boar had cut 3 out of the 4 dogs pretty bad, I decided that I would slip in there and shoot him with the .357 I had been carrying around all morning. So at 16 and bullet proof I waded off in the switch cane. My dad was telling me to "you better find a tree, boy!!!"......practically begging me to stay close to a small tree to jump up if/when the big boar decided to come out of the thicket. And, of course, at 16 I thought I knew more than him so I cocked the hammer back on the ole .357 and started in after the beast. I'll never forget it as long as I live, I couldnt see the hog very well and the dogs were still doing their part, even being cut to pieces. I slipped up within 20 feet of the commotion and I heard one of the dogs yelp, evidently he had just got cut pretty bad and felt the need to run to me with the mad/big/fast hog right behind him. It all happened so fast, my instincts were to run so I turned made about 2 steps and got caught up in a large vine. I felt the hog come up between my legs and in one motion it threw me in the air and the gun went off (hammer was still cocked). It felt like an eternity before I hit the ground and fully expected the big boar to be waiting on me when I hit. Plus I expected to have a bullet hole somewhere in my leg as I knew where the gun was pointed when it went off. Luckily, the boar was gone and I didnt have any holes in me after I inspected myself. But on the inside of my leg, where the hogs head ended up before he threw me, it looked like you struck a match where his cutter ran up the inside of my leg. I was sick to my stomach. But in the end, the score was settled. The horses showed up, roped him and castrated him. We stapled the dogs up and called it a day after that. Moral of the story, hogs are faster than you are.

[gander]

Hunting Southwest of Carrizo Springs a couple of years ago during early bow season. Buddy dropped me off at a bow stand in the middle of a couple acre oak motte that was surrounded by a 150 acre open plain of rolling sand dunes and cactus like something you would see down around Kingsville. We had rolled in late the night before and drank a few too many while collecting game cam cards. It was hot that morning and I was really only trying to shoot an old doe or a pig that morning. I sat for 45 minutes in the tripod and decided I had enough. Picked out the biggest doe, shot her at 25 yards, waited 20 minutes and looked at my phone. It was 7:40 and had already heated up to mid 80s-90. I figured I was about a mile and a half from camp so I would just walk back, grab the Mule and come trail the doe. As I started walking I got about a 1/3rd of the way there and thought about turning around because I wasn't feeling too hot but knew the others wouldn't be there to pick me up until 10:30-11 and I couldn't do that. Just about then about 200-250 yards down the road, I see a man walk across the road. This place is 45 minutes down a dirt road and is 25,000 acres. There was a low area in this sand dune plain where the road crossed that had thick mesquite/undergrowth/cactus about 40 yards on each side of the road and then 1,000 yards of wide open plains in every direction. I have run into illegals numerous times hunting down there but I was on foot, alone and was going to have to walk past where he was, which was within 40 yards of the road in thick brush. I slowly made my way past, keeping my eyes focused on where he went in. Saw the footprints in the sand where he had gone in, but never saw him. Walked past and continued to look back to see if I'd see him making his way out and never saw him come out of there. Pretty eerie knowing that someone is within 40 yards of you, specifically hiding from you and they might not be sure that I know that they are even there.

[VinnysquidTX]

I was hunting on a high line right-of-way and you can see a pretty good way in both directions across the lease. To the south is one of the main roads used for logging trucks and hunters alike. It gets dry and the dust is terrible.

I'm the last one out that afternoon and I get settled in for a long sit on the line. After napping off and on I see a dust cloud coming down the road and hear the distant hum of a small engine. Finally, the dust cloud approaches and clears the tree line and I can make out my father-in-law headed back to camp. I figure he is headed back to start cooking dinner.

About 20 minutes go by and I see the cloud of dust start up and begin coming down the road. This time there is no engine hum but there is definitely something coming down the road. As the dust gets close to the tree line, still with no noise, I get a little nervous as to what could possibly be coming at me. I reach for my rifle as a full grown **** horse clears the trees and makes a turn heading in my direction. He stops and eats at my feeder for about 20 minutes. Rancher next door had his fence downed by flood waters the week before. Crazy horse.

[rjet]

Seeing grizzman post reminded me of a scouting trip we took at H many years ago.
We were walking around and came upon a pond full of white birds probably over 100 of them. They all spooked at our arrival and kind of circle around as they gained altitude. Next thing we knew it was raining fish, am talking about fish as long as your foot. Had one land just a few feet from us, woulda hurt a little getting clocked in the head with a 10 inch drum.
We found fish flopping around in the woods over a hundred yards from that pond. Varmints ate well that night.
Figured out that pond was full of pelicans and they were dropping fish so they could fly.

[Hot4huntin]

This is a great thread with some great stories!

One morning when we hunted in Kerr County, I had parked the ATV and started walking to my blind. I decided that it was going to be too warm for my jacket, so I turned around to go and put it back on the ATV. When I turned around the sky was vibrant red and orange colors with what appeared to be dancing/swirling clouds except they were not clouds and it was still dark. It was one of the most beautiful things that I have seen. At first, I thought it was the flare from a chemical plant, then I realized I was in Kerr Co. and there were no plants nearby. Was it the glow of a fire? I watched for a short time and then walked to my blind contemplating what I had seen. I then climbed up into the tripod in full camo. It was just starting to get light and I see something coming straight at me. It lands on a branch about three feet beside me to my left. I do not want to make any sudden moves, so I shift my eyes to the left and see these huge owl talons sitting three feet from my face. Finally, as it got light, he flew off. He had a huge wing span. It was amazing seeing him glide through the trees. As I was sitting there thinking about the owl and the lights, it hit me. I had recently read about the Northern Lights being seen further south than ever before. When I got back to camp, my brother-in-law had seen the lights also. I had an Aurora Borealis and owl experience in the same morning. I enjoyed the AB much more.


I was hunting in my leafy camo suit and was sitting in a chair against a tree. A little rabbit hopped over, sat on my boot and began nibbling the rubber on my quiver. It had bunny tooth-marks in it.


We were hunting in El Indio along the Rio Grande for hogs and javelina. My guide had dropped me off and right as the sun was coming up, I had a yote approaching from my left. I grabbed my bow and was waiting for him to get a little closer. He was trotting right along and suddenly turned, looked over his shoulder and took off running. A few minutes later three illegals walked by my tripod and thankfully, never looked up. I got in the truck with my guide after the hunt and then learned that Space Shuttle Columbia had crashed.

Last one... It was opening weekend of deer season and I had hunted Saturday evening without seeing much. I left my blind a little earlier than usual. I am on the ATV, have my corn can and gear bag strapped to the front and I am holding my bow, headed back to the cabin. I turn down a sendaro with a grain field surrounding by a barbed wire fence on my left and a thick South Texas brush on my right. I am tootling along to camp and the next thing I know a deer's head is colliding with my outer thigh. The rear fender catches it too and is dented in with cracked paint. My quiver flies off (same one with bunny teeth-marks). I stop and try to process what just happened. I turn around to see if the deer is ok and it is nowhere to be found. I have to pull out the fender because it is touching the tire. I finally get back to camp and am telling Bobby and the kids the story. I was laughing so hard until I remember that I was on my bro-in-law's ATV. I had a big bruise on my leg for quite awhile. The deer was in the field and was startled by the ATV. She went under the barbed wire and was springing back up when she hit me.