Hunting season, somewhat funny story...

[automan1223]

I went down to the strip today to put some fire ant mounds out of business that were down the middle of the grass runway. Hopefully the grass will slow down but the late wet summer we had courtesy of ernesto and several days of rain has made the grass and the skeets grow like crazy.

Only took a few mins, but It was cool, blowing and gusting. I had wanted to too shoot some landings and I had some second thoughts but figured what the heck. I was airborne in no time as the air was cool and a stiff headwind at a 45 degrees. I had a very low ground speed and I was cold in shorts. Ron is right, its depressing to need a jacket and pants now. with the sun setting here at 7:20 too evening is getting shorter without a doubt........... I started to climb out but was getting moved around in the gusts and with the cold I decided I would just make a few low passes and call it quits. I flew straight out and came to the far end of the field. Something caught my eye at hte edge of the tree line, it looked like a 4 wheeler but what was it doing all the way over there. Kids can be caught riding the back woods trails...maybe they ran out of gas.

I got some altitude going down wind to catch a look to see if any deer were out and there were none. On the way back I was facing a stiff headwind so I got low and hovered at about 10 mph gs I was viewing the edge of the woods to the soy field. The 4 wheeler was a model with full camo. I got suspicious. I thought it might be stolen there were no trucks parked out on the road to indicate any hunters in the area. . I reached the end and the corner of the field so I made a turn to line up with the runway I stayed along the eastern edge of the field about 75' off of the treeline looking for deer tracks going from the woods to the soy field, they are familiar sights this time of year. I was still able to fly slow and notice an arc of a structure sticking part out from the brush. It was a camo 2 man tent. The opening to the tent was black, as I flew slower I wondered if someone was inside. That question in my mind was quickly answered as I got closer when a frustrated hunter bolted from the camo tent and in a most theatrical fashion raised his hands to his sides to sign,

"Give me a break, I'm hunting here" !!!

I broke out in laughter but realized what ever he was hunting it was no bow or arrow. All things considered I landed in short order.

Had to be there.

Jonathan

[M. Pearce]

automan1223

That's funny because it reminded me of something that happened to me a couple years back.

My Wife, Paw in-law and I was fishing one morning up on Calcasieu River.

I got one of those dreadful urges to pass some dirt but for sure at the wrong time and the wrong place.

The fish had just begun to bite and I was catching hell from the gang for having to stop.

We must have been about as far away from human life as possible for this river.

So here I go off and up the river bank looking for an acceptable tree to lean my big a$$ on for my daily ritual.

Still, even this far from civilization as I was, I checked my surroundings carefully for wildlife or anything else that may be inclined to disrupt me.

I musta passed gas for at least five minutes before the real work began.

Had to take my pants off of one leg for the terrain was very inclined and slippery from the morning dew.

So here I sat against my tree about to use my two tiny napkins from my cheap day old hot dog I bought at the boat launch .

I notice this huge brown Labrador retrever dog sitting there about eight feet in front of me just staring at me.

I thought what the hell!!!! What the hell is this!!!!

Surprized as I was, I was more confused as to why this dog was so still for so long.

Then it hit me, this is the first day of squirrel hunting season.

I imediately started looking for this dogs owner.

Sure enough, there he was sitting right there next to his dog in full cammo, I guess looking at me in amazment.

He probably thought, look at this sh!t, all the way out here in the woods and this guy has to come crap right in front of me and my dog.

All I could do at this point is pull up my pants and whisper (((sorry))) and mosey on down the bank back to the boat.

After about twenty minutes and after we got back on the fish I told my story to my fishing partners.

I had to tell them or they would have thought I was plumb crazy for laughing outloud like I was.

If it would have begun raining that day I would have been hit with a bolt of lightning for sure.

Who would have ever though a hunter and his dog, well you get the picture!

[aerodynamicdon]

Reminds me of a family story-tradition. My grandfather used to hunt deer every year in Michigan. He never brought one back. What he loved was walking through the woods with his 10 ga. shotgun with damascas barrels visiting the squirrels, coons, and yes, deer. His lack of success was surprising because there were apple trees that he planted in the backyard. We could go out any night, shine a flashlight out there and see a dozen deer, I suppose, enjoying the apples. One year it HAPPENED. Grandpa had to interrupt his hunt for the call of nature. He had his pants around his ankles, his wrinkled grandpa butt leaned against a tree, and his 10 ga. leaned against the next tree. Into the glen walked the prince of deer. -A buck with a rack so magnificent that Bambi's father would have been ashamed. Grandpa thought ' Sorry, but I have to do it!' In his excitement he forgot that his pants and ankles were in close proximity. He stretched for his shotgun, tripped on his pants, knocked the shotgun from the next tree, which of course went off (1890 with external hammers), and sat with his bare butt in the wet leaves at he heard, "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!" Yes,the buck was just fine, but didn't stay.

[Cobra Doc]

My brother and brother-in-law were hunting muleys in our home county. The terrain in the area they drew is pretty rugged with hills, valleys and deep arroyos (usually dry creek beds). My brother is a pretty good shot. We usually go for neck or head shots because a miss is a clean miss. My brother took a fairly long shot across a steep valley, about 300 yards. He uses a scoped Springfield .308. (Don't ask me how he does it. I think a grenade launcehr has a flatter trajectory. I used an iron sight model 94 30/30 until I quit hunting.) They saw the deer go down and my brother told my brother-in-law it was a head shot. Off they go hiking through the cactus, catclaw, mesquites, rocks and deep arroyo at the bottom. By the time they got to the deer another guy was straddling the deer and putting his tag on it. Funny thing was the other didn't have a gun. My brother started asking the stranger how he managed to drop the deer, what gun he was using, etc, all the usual hunter stuff. While they were talking my brother was trying to figure out where he hit the deer. This was a decent size muledeer buck that would have dressed out over 100 lbs. My brother-in-law tapped my brother on the shoulder and pointed to the newly mounted tag. That's when my brother noticed the big chip out of the antler. Which was also the same time the deer woke up, none too happy either. The stranger-turned-deer-rider got hooved a couple of times then the deer took off. The stanger started yelling "Shoot it, shoot it, it has my tag!" My brother answered "Up yers. I already shot it once. You want your tag? Go get it."
The next season, we were hunting the same area and found an antler with a tag on it. We stuck it in the ground where the incident happend figuring the guy might still want his tag back. The following season it wasn't still there. So...maybe.

[M. Pearce]

Cobra Doc,

That's what I call a very brave stranger in my neck of the woods.

This is how hunting accidents happen.

Damn theives everywhere.

[dragonflyerthom]

The first deer I ever killed was stolen as I went down into the gorge then up to retrieve my deer. I was 13 at the time and 2 hispanics were dragging my deer away as I arrived there. When I found my dad about a mile away he went with me but we were too late. They had drugg the deer about 400 yard loaded it and drove off. Some don't care if they shoot it or you Meat is meat.

Looking back on it it was funny.

Thom

[Cobra Doc]

Mark,
When I first heard the story I didn't believe it. How could anyone possibly sit on a critter the size of a muley and not realize it's still breathing? When we found the antler the next year, I believed their story.

[M. Pearce]

Thom,

They stole a deer from you when you were 13, that's just a kid.

Amazing what some people will do.

My Grandpaw and I caught some poachers on our huntin lease so he tied em up with those large electrical ties.

Called the Game Wardens and the guys had to sit there on their bellies for about ten hours.

They like to froze to death but my Grandpaw was a tough ole cogger.

They pled no contest because they didn't want to have to go back and see Grandpaw in court.

[dragonflyerthom]

Mark

I didn't realize it at the time but that incident turned me against mexicans for more years than I would like to remember. I have gotten over it but it is by sheer will. There are good and bad in all ethnic groups. I now realize that. So I no longer have a grudge against the whole mexican population.


Thom

[aerodynamicdon]

Ok, a rabbi a priest and a Mexican poacher go into a bar......stop me if you've heard this one...:sorry:

[automan1223]

That was funny cause I could see how you could get distracted by nature..hmm I mean what were the odds. If you ever get the feeling you are being watched, look around chances are you are.

It was only bow and arrow season here in eastern NC. Next is black powder then the high powered idiots come out with the deer guns. Thats when I lay low and pray. All the pilots around here have a story.

Jonathan


automan1223

That's funny because it reminded me of something that happened to me a couple years back.

My Wife, Paw in-law and I was fishing one morning up on Calcasieu River.

I got one of those dreadful urges to pass some dirt but for sure at the wrong time and the wrong place.

The fish had just begun to bite and I was catching hell from the gang for having to stop.

We must have been about as far away from human life as possible for this river.

So here I go off and up the river bank looking for an acceptable tree to lean my big a$$ on for my daily ritual.

Still, even this far from civilization as I was, I checked my surroundings carefully for wildlife or anything else that may be inclined to disrupt me.

I musta passed gas for at least five minutes before the real work began.

Had to take my pants off of one leg for the terrain was very inclined and slippery from the morning dew.

So here I sat against my tree about to use my two tiny napkins from my cheap day old hot dog I bought at the boat launch .

I notice this huge brown Labrador retrever dog sitting there about eight feet in front of me just staring at me.

I thought what the hell!!!! What the hell is this!!!!

Surprized as I was, I was more confused as to why this dog was so still for so long.

Then it hit me, this is the first day of squirrel hunting season.

I imediately started looking for this dogs owner.

Sure enough, there he was sitting right there next to his dog in full cammo, I guess looking at me in amazment.

He probably thought, look at this sh!t, all the way out here in the woods and this guy has to come crap right in front of me and my dog.

All I could do at this point is pull up my pants and whisper (((sorry))) and mosey on down the bank back to the boat.

After about twenty minutes and after we got back on the fish I told my story to my fishing partners.

I had to tell them or they would have thought I was plumb crazy for laughing outloud like I was.

If it would have begun raining that day I would have been hit with a bolt of lightning for sure.

Who would have ever though a hunter and his dog, well you get the picture!