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Knoll:
Great reads, fellas! Hope there's more to come.

Ranasp:
Adam, that's hysterical.  Although if it kept on going after you put it on the other side of you, I wonder if it was charging something on the other side of you and you were just in the way! 

Adam:

--- Quote from: Ranasp on November 19, 2015, 01:50:01 pm ---Adam, that's hysterical.  Although if it kept on going after you put it on the other side of you, I wonder if it was charging something on the other side of you and you were just in the way!

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That's probably true, but that wouldn't be as terrifying ;)

chamookman:
Wearing a stocking cap or balaclava, fresh dry socks and a pair of gloves can really help in the sleeping bag when temps plummet. You lose a lot of heat out of the top of Your head - makes a HUGE difference. Good luck - Bob.

JW_Halverson:

--- Quote from: Adam on November 18, 2015, 09:50:47 pm ---I was once charged.  By a box turtle.  Really.  It was a real "Death in the Long Grass" type situation.  I was out turkey hunting and had just set up to do some calling in what I thought looked like a decent area.  A few minutes later, I hear leaves rustling off to my right.  I slowly turned my head hoping to see a longbeard.  Nothing.  Then I hear it again and see some movement on the ground about 25 yards away.  It turned out to be a box turtle.  A very angry box turtle.  He proceeded to begin walking my direction.  I didn't think much of it, but he continued coming my way for the next 15 minutes.  At that time, there was a fairly large branch directly between his position and mine that I doubt he could climb over.  When he reached it, he changed course and went around it, then turned back toward me.  He went probably 8-10 yards out of his way to do this, which is no small distance for a turtle, even for a Boone and Crockett one like him.  He was watching me the whole way.  Eventually, he got so close that he bumped into my leg.  I started wondering if turtles bite and decided I'd better not find out.  I picked him up and the little bugger let out a blood-chilling hiss!  I could tell he meant business, so I set him down on my other side.  I don't remember anything else about that day, but that was such a strange occurance that it stuck with me.

Another time, in the same place, I watched a squirrel climbing and I'm sure I heard it farting all the way the tree.

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"Slow Death In Long Grass...Really Slow...Really, Really Slow"    -by Peter Hathaway Slapstick

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