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Some might not want to admit it but I’d bet everyone reading this has been spooked by something after dark on the woods. Going on a limb is guess an armadillo or out of place dog. About everything else avoids is like the plague.

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Originally posted by 23Sailfish
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Originally posted by Fracwilt

i’ve had foxes, possums, armadillos, and hunting dogs come up to me in the dark while walking out.


The funniest story I ever heard was about Duckcommander getting spooked by an armadillo and then preceding to punt it like a football in the WMA. He hated those stupid things, LOL. I miss that guy.

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I met Duckcommander at twin ponds one day. Nice guy. What happened to him?

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Originally posted by Reelescape
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Originally posted by 23Sailfish
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Originally posted by Fracwilt

i’ve had foxes, possums, armadillos, and hunting dogs come up to me in the dark while walking out.


The funniest story I ever heard was about Duckcommander getting spooked by an armadillo and then preceding to punt it like a football in the WMA. He hated those stupid things, LOL. I miss that guy.

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I met Duckcommander at twin ponds one day. Nice guy. What happened to him?


Eryc passed away last year in an automobile accident. He was one of the good ones…

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I think Flat Bottoms wife should worry about an intimate attack from him, not a yote:

But still she insists that I walk her to her stand flashlight in hand ready for an intimate attack

“You can have my gun when you pry my cold…forget that, you can’t have my gun!”

Up north I had some experience with coyotes in the farm country I hunted and was really comfortable. But our hunting camp was in the Adirondack Mountains and I learned quickly that those coyotes are of a different breed. The areas were only 60 miles apart but I learned when those Coyotes start howling around you in your stand it’s time to head back to the truck.

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Originally posted by crappie happy

I think Flat Bottoms wife should worry about an intimate attack from him, not a yote:

But still she insists that I walk her to her stand flashlight in hand ready for an intimate attack

“You can have my gun when you pry my cold…forget that, you can’t have my gun!”


Haha, noticed that as well. I’m always down for an intimate attack.

Was walking back in the dark after an evening sit in the deer stand with my father about 10 years ago when a pair of beagles ran up to us. I’m talking straight to my ankles wanting to be petted. They were low to the ground and I never quite got the flashlight on them. Pretty sure I screamed and then passed out cold backwards onto the ground. Made dad extremely proud of his 20yr old son that evening…

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I was reading a Whitetail magazine last month and this hunter said that he always put estrus doe urine on his boots and pants until one day a buck followed him across a field looking for love or a fight.:smiley:

Hunting, fishing, and poker are my sports. Work when necessary.

The only thing I’ve come to be concerned about in the woods is a trigger happy idiot who is scared of the dark walking around with a gun, other than that, bring on the coyotes, armadillos, possums, deer holding tight, sasquatch, and the lizard man. Unless your in Grizzly bear country the only thing you need to be concerned about killing you in the woods is another hunter and that’s a fact.

I promise you that another deer hunter is my greatest fear. Even though I don’t need a flashlight and even though it is my private property, I use a light to keep from getting shot.

Hunting, fishing, and poker are my sports. Work when necessary.

I once had the opportunity to hunt Government woods in South Louisiana, on English turn, south of New Orleans. We were hunting an 1800 yard long levee, and as it turns out, there was a wildlife rehabilitation center about 300 yards away across a swampy area. They had lions and tigers over there, and hearing a lion roar and grunt at o dark 30, is quite an experience. I never saw one or heard rumors of an escape or any of that crap, but listening to the king pre dawn is an uncomfortable thing.

JT
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