Scary Moments

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wis_sharpshooter

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The post "livin in a van down by the river" got me thinking, how many of us have had scary moments in the feild, or anywhere. I havn't had any my self (thank god) but i'm sure others have, if you don't mind sharing i think it could help others if were ever in a situation.
 
My buddy and I were trap shooting, when a few questionable looking guys drove up and right between me and my buddy (holding a shotgun) just as he was about to say "pull." We were standing about 10 feet apart, so needless to say we were suprised. Then they drove about another 30 yards and stopped and stopped right in front of us. I thought for sure that we were going to have trouble, so I chambered a round into my XD40 and loaded my shotgun with buckshot. After a minute or two of waiting them out, I yelled at them to move; they yelled something back that I could not hear and then drove away real slowly. I've never seen someone so beligerant about being a jerk. I don't know what they had on their mind that day, but I was afraid we were going to have a fight on our hands. I never go shooting in a public place without an arsenal to defend myself with for this very reason. I didn't really fear for my life that day, but it really got my heart pumping.
 
I was attending college in Iowa and was bowhunting whitetails on public land close to the city I was staying in. One day while hunting I was out in the woods still hunting, full camo, the works. I kept hearing this crashing through the brush and finally noticed someguy trudging down from the north, I was traveling west. I see him about 80 yards away, hes sporting sunglasses, a dark vest and a shotgun.
Be it that I am still hunting, I have an arrow nocked and ready to go. Because of this guy, I decide to stop in my tracks and watch. As he continues on his "tromp" through the woods, now at 60 yards away I stand up and say Hello! He swings his shotgun right at me and stares me down. I duck down behind the closest cover and say, what are you doing? He's still holding a shotgun on me, I am beginning to think I am about to get shot at by some crazy guy on public land.
In my mind, I can't decide if I should draw back my bow or keep yelling. Finally, he puts his shotgun down and walks away, not saying one word to me. After that I walked all the way back to the truck and called it a day.
To this day I still don't know what he was thinking. I am certainly glad I live in a State that has more pulic land than most. I guess those public land spots in the mid-west and east are tought to come by. Keep in mind this is the same public land spot where I walked into one day and saw two guys carrying stands out, with no camo. I found the two trees those stands were in and lets just say they didn't know the combination to the locks. Since there were chains cut and locks left on them. Stuff like that just irks me raw.

PS: From that day on, I've never gone in the field for sport, hunting, fun, etc without a sidearm.
 
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35 years walking the railroad tracks in the worst parts of los angelas 24 hrs a day! i can't pick one that was the closet i came to dieing! but the closest i came to killing some one was about 3 am when i could hear a guy comming down the street screaming about killing sombody and he stopped about 25 ft. away and i could see the blade comming out of his sleave when he stopped and just looked at me!! i said " just working on the rr!!!" he stood there about 2 hours( or 10 secs.) till he turned and chased two mex. guys across slauson blvd.. that was the real close!! i was in the riots!! and have been in many shootings and stabbings around me!! so far so good!! not many woods around here!! still walking the tracks! (lord let me make it till dec. of 07 so i can go back home) good luck out there!! grandpa fudge
 
I wish I had a dollar for all my scary moments because if I did I could retire. Five years active duty as an Army MP which included a combat tour in Iraq (91)and the past 11 years as a Police Officer and scary moments tend to rack up fast. However, I had one of my worst scary moments a week ago Saturday night. My guys and a neighboring jurisdiction locate an occupied stolen vehicle and the chase begins. Thirteen minutes may not sound like a long time but in terms of a high speed car chase with a desperate criminal, its an eternity. The guy is nuts and tries to hit one of my guys head on and tries to run over another who was out of the car trying to deploy stop sticks (controlled tire deflation device). Somehow the guy gets back on the interstate that passes through town and I am towards the back of a line of Patrol cars monitoring the chase and trying to supervise. This idiot blows past an exit and when he goes by, he slams on the breaks, turns onto the grass, goes through a fence, takes out two signs and drops off a three foot high rock wall to get on the frontage road. I am far enough back that I see it happen and almost get slowed down in time to make the exit........but not quite (hard to slow down from 90 mph too quick). I am only about 20 feet past the exit so I slowly roll over the rounded curb onto the grass (its very narrow here) and start to ease my tires over the curb and out onto the frontage road thinking I have it whooped. One problem. I forgot to clear my rear /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smiliesmack.gif and another patrol car blows by me as I am merging onto the road at 80 plus, missing my rear bumper by less than a foot. All I see is a white flash with pretty red and blue flashing lights go streaking past. There is no way I could have survived a rear impact at that speed and certainly not in a Ford Crown vic which is a close relative of the Ford Exploder if you catch my drift. Scared the sheeeeeeeet out of me /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/shocked.gif. I went home the next morning and told the wife she almost struck it rich last night. Woman have no sense of humor. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/grin.gif
 
I have had several!

I lived in Atlanta for several years and worked down town. I had to drive right threw the bad part of town to get to work, and working shift work I was threw there at all Hrs of the night and day.

My AC was broke one night going to work and I had my window rolled down half way, it was 90 deg and I had to have some air. As I pulled up to a stop light 4 guys walked out in the road. In front of my car. Blocked the road. Then two more started in from each side of the car. As the guy walked up on the right side and started to reach into the car as I was rolling up the window, I pull my 357 mag and laid it on the dash. The guy on the driver side backed off, the others just stood there and looked at me. The guy on the passenger side grabed the door handle, it was locked. I droped the car down into fist gear, and dropped the clutch!

The moved out of the way, just as the car went by them, I figured they would either move or get hit but either way I had no other options other than shoot one of them. It all worked out but sure made me think about stopping at lights in that end of town!

Brent
 
We were hunting feral hogs in the Palo Duro Canyon north of Silverton, Texas, with muzzleloaders. I shot a very large sow at long range and she didn't go down. Blood trailed her into a box canyon in very thick brush. The brush was so thick that I set my muzzleloader down and crawled in after her with a .45 Ruger Vaquero fully expecting to find her body in the brush. Crawled back into the stuff and surprised her against the canyon wall. She had a bunch of half grown piglets with her. Whether she charged or was simply pinned and had no other way out, she came right at me full bore. I put three .45 Colt rounds into her before she turned away and went down. What a rush! My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I could feel it pulsing in my ears. My hands were shaking so badly that I had trouble holstering my revolver. I never went hunting carrying a backup single action revolver again. I now carry a double action. It is the only time I've ever needed to use a handgun for protection while hunting.
 
Many years ago the wife and I were going to Wenatchee, Wa. late at night. In the headlights I see two Mexicans in the road waving their arms. I slow down, one stays in the middle of the road the other steps aside to my side of the truck. I tell the wife, "get the .357!". I didn't come to a complete stop and as I get along side the one guy, I see more coming up out of the ditch on both sides. I floored the gas and did evasive manuvers going away fast. This world is full of scum. You must be alert at all times. You just never know anymore.
 
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My buddy and I were trap shooting, when a few questionable looking guys drove up and right between me and my buddy (holding a shotgun) just as he was about to say "pull." We were standing about 10 feet apart, so needless to say we were suprised. Then they drove about another 30 yards and stopped and stopped right in front of us. I thought for sure that we were going to have trouble, so I chambered a round into my XD40 and loaded my shotgun with buckshot. After a minute or two of waiting them out, I yelled at them to move; they yelled something back that I could not hear and then drove away real slowly. I've never seen someone so beligerant about being a jerk. I don't know what they had on their mind that day, but I was afraid we were going to have a fight on our hands. I never go shooting in a public place without an arsenal to defend myself with for this very reason. I didn't really fear for my life that day, but it really got my heart pumping.



Hey Doc, sounds like an incident very similar to one I had out on the old Range Road Shooting ranges about 12 years ago, before they closed that area to shooting. For us, it was a bunch of Gang Banger Types. The driver had on two shoulder holsters, one with a Desert Eagle, and the other with a stainless S/W 629. The rest of the guys had AK's. Really gave me the CREEPS. We were at the end of our shoot, and only had 1 magazine full of 22 lr ammo for a 22 pistol. We had to act like we still had ammo in the rifles as we were packing up to leave. My friend with the 22 pistol is a crack shot with it, and with a lot of distraction, we may have done OK after watching these guys shoot. I'm just glad we did not have to put it to the test.....JOHN
 
This last winter I left my truck a couple hours before daylight. I was walking into an area I had been wanting to call and the area is fairly steep so I needed to give myself plenty of time to get in there. This is also a place that has quite a few deer wintering in it. Around 15 minutes after I left my truck I heard a real deep growl. At this point the gun that was slung around my neck came off and my flash light was going in all directions. I wasn't sure where it came from but all I could think of was a mtn lion. I never seen it or heard it again but I sure wished I wasn't by myself. I sat there for quite awhile looking and listening but never seen or heard anything, I finally talked myself in to continuing on. A couple of weeks later I heard that someone did get a cat in that area. So who knows but that spooked me.
 
This has happened to me twice in all my years hunting.
Both times, I was alone with a clip fed semi-auto HP rifle.
Both times, confronted by an angry/enraged farmer, who thought they owned the gravel roadway, I was sitting on. Both incidents, almost mirrored each other, wierd.


Wintertime snowfly, sitting on a gravel road. On a hilltop, glassing sections for coyote. I'm alone. Here comes a vehicle, like a Bat out of Hadies, coming my way on the snow covered roadway. Hmmm, looks like a confrontation coming my way. I completley un-zip my rifle's case.

Rolled down my window. Farmer stop's even with my window. Starts screaming obsenties, & yelling as to why! I'm on "his road". I don't run. I start off in an even tone, responding to his demands[I slowly put a loaded mag into my rifle]. He doesn't notice.

He's still yelling/cursing me, frothing spit as he yells. I yell back, some choice words.
At that point, didn't matter to me, what he was going to do or what he thought, as I made up my mind. If he would've made an agressive move towards me, he would've died right there. I finished the verbal salvo, with what he can do. We stared each other down. He moved on.
End of story.
 
My scariest moment took place 9 bow seasons ago, when I was 16 years old. I had just started bowhunting, and I hunted on a large 1000 acre farm, about 500 of which was pure brush. I had driven a long way down an old logging road, and parked my truck, then walked a couple of hundred yards (I was green, I would never park that close now) and set up my old Summit climber in a tree and hunted.

I saw some deer, but didn't get a shot. Well, when I got ready to get down, when it was pretty dang dark, some coyotes started sounding off a half mile or so away, and were all joining in a beautiful coyote chorus. I'm not a bit scared of coyotes, and it was a beautiful sound, so I sat in the stand for another 20 minutes or so to listen to nature's music. I really enjoyed it.

Finally, they quit yipping and howling, and I got down and put the stand together for the pack out. In those days, I carried no flashlight, becuase if I couldn't fit it in a pocket, I didn't carry it (that has also changed big time). Well, I started back to the pickup, and not too far down the trail, I heard something rustling in the leaves, and it seemed to be following me. I stopped, and it stopped, but just as soon as I started walking again, it followed me. I would stop, listen, strain to look in the blackness, and start walking again. Seemed like this took an eternity. But it was probably only 5-10 minutes.

I had drawn my Buck sheath knife, and was preparing to repel boarders, but nothing was there. Finally, I just got so dang scared that I did the absolutely wrong thing to do. . . I ran like a scared little girl. I sprinted like crazy the whole way back to the truck, with that something following me, and rustling the leaves the whole way back. I got to my truck, flung my treestand into the back, jumped into the cab, locked the doors, fired it up (it was a '92 GMC with a 350 and Flowmasters, it roared) and turned on the lights.

Nothing was there. I got out a flashlight and scanned 360 degrees. . . Nothing. Finally I got up the courage to get out, and make sure my stand was properly stowed in the back, and that's when I found my culprit. . . . 20+ feet of nylon rope, to pull up my bow.

I think that is the most scared I have ever been in the woods, marshes, or waters. Probably in my whole life. My imagination took off, and I knew it was a bear, or lion

But it wasn't

This is an absolutely true story too

Bake
 
weekend_warrior, I'm sorry buddy, but I've got tears running down my face from laughing so hard.
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weekend warrior,
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Nothing was there. I got out a flashlight and scanned 360 degrees. . . Nothing. Finally I got up the courage to get out, and make sure my stand was properly stowed in the back, and that's when I found my culprit. . . . 20+ feet of nylon rope, to pull up my bow.






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CLASSIC!!!!
 
Well, saturday morning had a decent pucker factor to it.

Panama City Beach area seems extra sharky this year. I'm seeing more bull sharks & hearing from more divers seeing & having problems with them.

Friday & saturday I had some interesting shark action. I tried to kill a 7 ft bull shark saturday morning but the powerhead didn't go off. It did, however, convince him to leave me alone. He was coming right at me, I hit him between the eyes when he was about 6 feet from my spear tip. Now I have to figure out why the 30-06 didn't go off. I think it may be that I didn't have it fully seated against the spear tip. The powder is dry & the primer does not look like it was hit hard enough.

Friday one was on span 5 (known by some as "the Dark Span" for all the shark trouble on it) but we were in state waters so I didn't try for it. There was also a huge stingray there, about 6 feet across. He had 2 remoras sitting on top of him. When I saw the shark I started to approach him to be a bit aggressive & get him to leave, but then a legal amberjack swam past me, so I shot it. This shark never came after us & I made it back in the boat with a 30 inch AJ.

These 3 bulls saturday were on the Akocee, a US warship sank in about 100 feet of water. I did have in mind taking a shark if I saw one early enough in the dive. This wasn't early enough & I really did not plan on shooting at this time.

I had 1000 lbs of gas when I started looking for them. John signalled he'd seen one. By the time I found them & got set up, I was low on gas. There were 2 of them, about 7 feet or so, down on the sand below me. Just to be safe, I removed my stringer which had one snapper on it & clipped it to the anchor line, then detached the line from my spear & put the PH on the spear tip. I then moved away from my fish & looked over the side of the wreck. The sharks were no longer on the sand, they were now almost even with me. One was swimming along the wreck, about 3 feet lower than I was & parallel to the hull. I though that if he'd just swim past I'd go get my fish & start my ascent. Then, about 20 feet from me he turned and came straight at me. He looked like he intended to bump me, at least.

If he hadn't turned to me I was going to let him pass & then head up the line. But he
turned & made a beeline straight for me, so it was either shoot or poke him.

I freeshafted him with the PH, hit him perfectly, center of the head a bit behind the eyes. The PH did not go off & it bounced off his head, dropping to the bottom. I then had to leave the deck of the wreck & drop down to about 100 ft to pick up my spear & PH. Not a big deal except I was down to 500 lbs of gas by then. I did make a full 3 minute safety stop & got back in the boat with some pressure in the tank but not much. The shark turned when hit & went back out over the sand, away from the wreck. The 2nd was not in site. I had no 2nd spear shaft with me, so I was "armed" with a stick of wood when I went down to recover the spear.

It turned out on the boat that John had seen a 3rd bull, a small 4 footer, that I never saw. He never saw the two 7 footers that I did, but Darcy did see them when she went down to unchain us from the wreck.

The fish were scarce this weekend, lots of AJ but mostly shorts. Ditto grouper, we just didn't get many fish. I was going to eat that shark, maybe next time around.

Looks like there should be opportunity here.
 
My scariest moment in the field came this past fall during Indiana's early bow season. I was walking through a field of standing corn on my uncle's farm, to my stand located in a thicket that connects to an old abandoned RR right of way. As I moved through the standing corn I heard a shot that came from the RR bed about 200 yards away. It really didn't concern me much as I was well to the south of the old RR. As I continued across the field I heard a second shot then I heard a projectile go whining by within 100 feet of me. It sounded as if it had richocheted off of something. I then hesitated before continuing on toward my stand. After going a short distance I heard a third shot and another round came whinning by within 50 feet of my head and smashed into a tree in the woodline where I had my tree stand. I now decided to find cover and moved out of the field to the tree line. I then heard a fourth shot and another round came crashing into the trees near me. Now it was getting serious so I left my bow and moved into a creek bottom circling back to my car. I then drove to the RR bed and located a guy who was using the RR bed for a rifle range while he scoped in his new muzzle loader. After identifying myself as a police officer, I advised him that his rounds were bouncing off the gravel on the RR bed and were flying all over the countryside, and that I was downrange. After I gave the guy a lesson on how to pick a proper backstop to shoot into, and Indiana law relating to criminal recklessness I left him to ponder what could have happened.

Good hunting y'all..Coyote 6974
 
Boys, i don't believe i'd have told the story about the string dragging in the brush. lol. would have better to lie a little, at least a rabid coon or skunk. just lucky none of your buddies were within sight. time to wipe away the tears again, lol
 
It's more funny than scary now, but at the time I seriously thought I was going to loose my thumb. A friend and I were going on a muzzy elk hunt in the Flaming Gorge region. We were going to stay in his cabin in Manila, and we were leaving several days early. My friend suggested that we do a little Coyote hunting before the elk hunt started, and since my AR was 500 miles away he offered me his little AK-74. It has the original stock with the cleaning kit it the butt, you know the kind? Anyway we were about sixty miles from Manila when I looked down and noticed this little round plate covering the cleaning kit hole. I thought to myself "I should stick my thumb in there!" So that's what I did. Instantly the Spring loaded cleaning kit pinned my thumb like a pair of chinese handcuffs, the harder I pulled the more stuck I became, and It hurt like no other. I tried to maintain my composure, as I would face certain ridicule if I asked for help. Finally I could take no more and I shouted out "How in the hell do you get your thunb out of this hole?" The ridicule that I had feared wasted no time in arriving. It turns out that no one had ever stuck their thumb in that particular hole, so the proper procedure for extracting it was unknown. On the butt plate there were two screws that I thought might release my thumb if they were removed, and the proper tool for doing so was in my muzzleloader case in the back of the truck, but my friend, being the nice guy that he is refused to stop until we reached our destination. Remember where we were? At this point I am starting to go into shock from the pain and I'm crying like a little girl, but it had no effect on my cold hearted ex-friend. Finally we reached our destination and I'm out of the truck on a dead sprint for the shop and a screw driver, because I had been assured there was one within easy reach. I was lied to. The shop was locked. So was the tool box. Finally I find a screw driver, but I need help to turn it as I'm blinded by pain. The ex-friend finally agree's to help for a small fee of everything I had, plus my credit card number, and the screws are removed. The ex-friend said he had never seen such a look of extreme relief when my thumb was finally released. My thumb nail was purple for months! I tried to swear him to secrecy, but he told everyone we knew and a lot of colmplete strangers as well. I'm supprised you haven't heard about it. To this day when he calls to see what I'm up to, I have to reply "Just thumbin' around."
 
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