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Pat B:
Here is another one I've told before but still have to chuckle when I think about it...
  I headed out to my evening stand in an area of white oaks along a cane patch near a creek. I was carrying my newest bow, a copperhead backed straight limb osage bow. Just after the sun set and the ground birds began to stir a brown thrasher flew up into the tree next to me and shortly began to attack me. He would fly up and swoop down at me all the while scolding me. I got fed up and headed back to camp just when the deer should be walking. The next evening I went back to try that same stand and again at sunset that same brown thrasher began attacking me again. With 2 evening hunts ruined by some pesky bird I walked back to camp trying to figure out why. Then I realized that the bird wasn't after me in full camo but he was after one of his enimies...the copperhead skin on my bow laying across my lap!
  Even though I love copperhead skinned bows I haven't made a hunting bow with one since. 

Keenan:
 ;D ;D ;D Great stories ,keep em coming.

Over the years I've managed to leave two bugle tubes in the forest one nice binocular, several finger tabs and the best one yet was a small camo flashlight. Now think about that ,,,,I got suckered into buying a flashlight with a camo paint job,,,,,,,,,,The only time I would use it would be night,,,,,,Why camo,,,,,so I could lose it ofcoarse,,, ::)

 This last season i was hunting with Dave C.  Gordon F. and Dave H.  While out on a hunt I noticed that Gordon had a small orange ribbon tied to his back quiver. when asked he said it was so he wouldn't lose the quiver by leaving it on a set up,,,,,,,,,Intrestingly the very next setup he did just that,,,,, ;D ;D  I got a good chuckle as he went back to retrieve his quiver..  Thanks Gordon,you give me hope,,,,,,,Glad I'm not the only one who loses things.

Gordon:
Dang Keean, you just had to tell that story didn't you  ::)

Gordon:
This happened to me two seasons ago. I was setup on the edge of a large meadow one evening waiting for some elk to show. I was situated in between two trails, one on my right and another on my left and had some brush directly behind me to break my outline. After a while I heard an elk cross the creek behind me, but I could not see him because of the trees and brush. As he got closer I figured the elk would come out on one or the other trail and I would have an easy 15 yard shot. Then the soundd stopped. I waited and waited, but nothing happened. The wind was perfect so he couldn't have smelled me, and I didn't hear him move off. I couldn't figure it out so I slowly started to swivel around in my stool to look behind me. Just as I caught sight of an elk head out of the corner of my eye, the elk realized that this thing in front of him was a hunter and he blasted out of there with me doing my best not to sucumb to cardiac arrest. Turns out the elk had walked up behind me instead of taking one of the trails and hung up when he couldn't figure out what I was with his head only a few feet from mine . What a rush.

Keenan:
 ;D ;D ;D And that's what makes the elk hunting so dang fun.   ;D

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