Scary Moments

Laugh if you want, but it was really scary. Just wish I had video of it now. I really wish the story weren't true, because it sounds made up, but it's true. I actually enjoy telling it. It always gets laughs

Bake
 
Circa early 70's, Summertime. A friend & I were bored, so we drove 30 miles to a small neighboring town. On the edge of town. Was a very large old vehicle grave yard. Filled with mostly 30-40's vintage cars. We both liked old cars.

I drove up a long narrow lane. An old man lived in a shack about 70yrds off of the lane. In order to walk up to his shack. You had to walk slow & follow a narrow trail[one of many] bordered with large piles of old auto parts stacked along it.

Told my bud, to wait in the car, I'll go see if the old man is home. I got about 1/2 way to the shack. I heard a thraump...thraump, ect. I thought Hmmm, sounds like something large running. I'm panning Left to Right, nothing.

Suddenly from my 10:00, I see a massive dog bearing down on my location. This brute was leaping over piles of parts, coming my way. I thought, "Oh ****, here it comes"

This dog was well over 100lbs. looked like a large Malamute/Wolf X. I quickly, looked @ the closest pile of parts, for a defensive weapon. To late, the dog was right there. He grabbed the front of my right leg, high thigh area & bit me.

Then he jumped back a couple feet, standing there quivering, baring all of his teeth. I can hold my own. But the size & conviction of this dog was something else.

My bud, see's all of this from my car. He starts to laugh out loud, then say's "RUN!". I stood there, we were sizing each other up, looking each other in the eye. A deep groan kept coming from his chest, wanting me to move.

I thought, something has to give here. There was a starter, laying very close to my Left foot. The adrenalin was pumping full throttle. I felt I needed a hand weapon, to get the better of this dog. I thought, ok. I'll count to 10, then make my move.

I start counting, 1, 2, 3,...7 here it comes. Just about ready to fight. Suddenly, I hear an old man's voice, "Don't move". Sounds good to me. Here came the old man. Took ahold of his dog's collar.

We visited. Before he & his dog walked away. As he left me. He turned & said, "Boy, if you would've moved, you would've lost"

I said, thanks.
 
Weekend W, yeah, it happens to everyone if they admit it or not, but a piece of string. lol. as i read your post at first i figured you were going to smack a tree, fence or fall and break something. alone, stuff like that is serious. i like to hunt hard, and often leave the vehicle well before daylight and return after dark. in this area, walking in the dark, is not good for your health. you only have 2 eyes, trip over a rock, snag and spend the rest of season in a cast, or wheelchair. i carry 2 little AA battery lights, i can think of several times they've saved me lots of bumps/bruises. they sure comein handy for dressing those deer shot at last light, too. someone should start a thread of all the junk one should carry while afield. let all of us give a little input.
 
Alright, I have a minute to add a story.

April of 04, my brother, a friend and I head out for a day of hunting dogs in Utahs west desert. I have parked and walked the same trail to the first stand at least a dozen times. We crest a swell and I notice that something is out of place near a juniper tree I walk by. The ground has been disturbed and some rocks and sticks have been aranged to make it look normal for the area. I looked to the west and notice tire tracks from where a car had backed into the area leaving about 15 feet between the tire marks and the disturbed area. I said to the other two that this needs to be looked at after the first stand. We finished our first stand and headed back for the area of concern. We swept around the area with our hands and noticed that an area about 4' wide by 5' long had been dug up and the soil was still soft. We came to the conclusion that it was either a grave, or someone was trying to hide something. I headed for the truck and grabbed the square mouth shovel I always carry and started to dig slowly. My brother had his cam corder and filmed the whole thing. We couldn't decide if we should stop and call the county sherrif or just film the process. We flipped a coin and continued digging. My buddy dug from the edges in and when he got tired I took over. I had thrown maybe 5 shovel loads when I hit something with the blade and it bounced the shovel back up towards me. Now my heart is really pounding and I am think oh sh**!!!
I tossed the shovel aside and we started to move the dirt by hand. The item that kicked the shovel back was a boot. Scared to death of what could be attached to the boot we dug a bit more and found out that there was nothing attached. We continued digging and uncovered part of a black plastic bag. I looked at the other two and said "well here goes nothing". I pulled my knife out and slit the bag open a few inches. I about puked when thick black hair poked out of the slit. I thought we had better stop and call the sherrif now! I gathered my thoughts and slit the bag open further thinking that a human face is going to be poking out real soon. Turned out to be someone had burried their black lab and it's toys, blanket, etc. out there.
We placed everything back how we had found it after breathing a sigh of relief.

Dogn
 
Now thats funny. I could see how it could happen. Sometimes curiousity and a bit of imagination can get the better of us. The visual I got was almost as good as the one of WeekendWarrior running from his own rope. I certainly could see myself in either of those scenarios much to my chagrin (spelling?).
 
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