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Strange things while hunting.
crooketarrow:
This happen about 16,17 years ago.
I was bow hunting a place in a Sleepy creek WMA. I had scouted this place the winter before. This place had a nice natural bottle neck. Over a couple miles from a light any which way. 6 Inch's of snow been on the ground for 3 days, gets light across the hollow 40 yards.
Hung a bow with a API climber half way took off the tree. I take out the bio's laying in the hollows a pack theres arrows bent dobble still in the holder laying down the hill. Grunt call, bio's hanging with the bow. After a couple hours a couple doe's a 1 1/2 old fokie. I spot a arrow sticking 20 feet below me.
I could'nt stand it any longer.
Here's what blows my mine. He had a set of cheep bio's but not so in his big pack. A RUGUR super read hawk in 44. box shells 2 out of it. A CUSTOM SINKER KNIFE, GPS,TOPOS a water pur. pump and tabs. 7 MRIS 2 canteens,water proof lighters,matchs,survival as well as nice doc. kit. Coffie,cream,sugar,salt,pepper. Head light batterys, grut calls. real rattleing antlers,turkey mouth calls.
New API climber
Forgot he also had a sleeping bag and matt. Bran-new HIGH COUNTRY BOW 6, 4 BLADE WASPS. He used ALM. 2216. He shot a good heavy arrows. I shot those when I shot a compound.
Here's what I came up with. He shot and missed a deer from his stand. Climbed down started to take his stand off the tree. cold,mad bent his arrows. Through his pack down the hollow left his stand and bow were it was. Walked out.
I thought maybe he had a heart attack or something. But after a couple hours we'd went past his own tracks comeing. But I knew he was headed the right way to a parking area in VA. A good 4 miles for my set up at this hollow.
I never found out who he was or why he just up and left everything.
Eric Krewson:
I have posted this before but another wierd evening for sure.
I have a lot of people calling me crazy every time I tell this story, but it did happen.
I was bowhunting on the Dixie Archers hunting club one evening, didn't see any deer so I left about dark thirty for the 40 mile drive home. I left the club land, turned left on the Sally Burns road and drove north. When I got to the intersection of the Sally Burns Road and Mt Hester road I was adjacent to some land my friend Ralph Waldrep hunted.
I saw a light at the end of a hay field on the land and assumed it was the headlights of Ralph's truck.
Always one to compare notes with my hunting buddies I stopped my truck, got out on the opposite side from the light and shouted "do any good Ralph". It was a very still evening and I was sure my voice would carry the 300 yards to where I saw the light but I got no response.
When I walked around my truck and started down a field road toward the light I could tell it wasn't headlights that I was seeing across the field. It was a round sphere of bright light about the size of a Volkswagen. It appeared to be hovering silently a few feet off the ground.
Directly behind the object was a steep hill rising several hundred feet to the top of a ridge, to the left of it was a creek bottom and an open hollow that extended for miles.
When I took a couple more steps in its direction, the object started drifting soundlessly to the left toward the open creek bottom.
When the object drifted to a point above the creek bottom it left to the east. I mean it really left. We are talking Star Trek, warp speed left. It went from being a Volkswagen sized orb of light to a pin prick of light disappearing into the night sky about 10,000ft up, all in the blink of an eye.
I was a helicopter crew chief in the Army back in the 60s so I know aircraft and altitude.
After it left I stood there awestruck thinking,” Well, I actually saw one".
Chief RID:
Eric. "YOU SEEN A SIGHTING" Were you close the Bark River?
Pat B:
I've told this story but...
I was hunting at a area where a cane bottom and hardwoods came together. I'd been in my stand for about an hour, the sun was down and the hunting woods were feeling pretty good. All of a sudden a brown thrasher(bird) flew up next to me making a heck of a racket. He started dive bombing me and squawking so I decided to get down and go back to camp.
The next evening found me in the same stand. After sunset here he came again, the same brown thrasher. I tried to sit and wait til he was done but that never happened so again I headed back to camp, frustrated! As I was walking back I realized it wasn't me he was after. I was in full camo but the bow I was carrying was a osage selfbow with a copperhead backing. Being a ground bird one of the birds worst enemy is probably a copperhead and it was my bow that the bird was running off.
Chief RID:
I have been accosted by dogs, owls, hawks and other birds while sitting on stand. It is usually something, sometimes unknown that they are after. removing the face mask never fails to end the confrontation.
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