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re: Most dangerous moment while hunting or fishing?
Posted on 7/28/13 at 9:43 pm to GreatLakesTiger24
Posted on 7/28/13 at 9:43 pm to GreatLakesTiger24
Saltwater stays open all year long here. You can catch some species in winter.
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Posted on 7/28/13 at 9:47 pm to RogerTheShrubber
Lost power to both of my engines in whiskey pass one day. Anchored out and called water patrol to bring me in. About an hour goes by a big thunderboomer pops up. Winds kick up to 40+ mph. Tried to let out the anchor rope and the wind was too strong and we couldnt tie it back off. So, we were just free floating in 3-5 white caps. Couldnt see more than 30 yards from thr boat and all of the sudden sheriff water patrol comes by out of nowhere. He was trying to get to behind last isle to beach his boat.
Posted on 7/28/13 at 9:50 pm to OhFace55
A snake joining me in my boat... several times
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:04 pm to oleyeller
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we were sitting in the woods about 3 oclock one eveing hunting, was waiting for the tree rats to start running and both of us was sitting with our backs to a couple trees with one between us, all of a sudden we heard a "buzzzzz" sound then POP! it happend so fast and we both immediately knew wat it was, but had no clue where it came from. It was a stray bullet that hit the tree between us. neither of us had heard a gun shot so no clue where it came from, but it sure hit within 2-3' of both of us. we were so rattled we just left.
shite, that's dangerous and creepy at the same time.
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:26 pm to weagle99
ok better detail
fishing fork in a 15' 1972 Skeeter Metro bass boat with a beam just under 5 ft wide. Storm came out of no where. 4-5 ft waves driving rain so you could not see the boat lanes or the front of the bow for that matter. The timber in Lake Fork is everywhere so running outside of the boat lane is a death wish. We tried to stay under the bridge as lightning was striking everywhere but could not hold the boat in position. The waves were spaced just right that trying to stay perpendicular caused the bow to dip under the next wave and nearly swamp the boat. Staying parallel was not an option as the boat rolled to the side so much I was certain we would capsize. I was literally facing into the waves about 20-30 degrees and riding the swell and as it passed gunning the 1971 70 hp Chrysler to turn 360 degrees to ride back up the face of the next wave at the same angle.
hunting,
Helping a buddy hang a 20 ft double ladder stand. he is afraid of heights so I climb up to secure it to the tree and one of the legs sinks in the soil and the ladder topples backward. We had no security rope on the ladder yet and although he was supposed to be holding the ladder he bailed out of the way. I had one end of the 6 ft ratchet strap attached to the stand and in an act of desperation threw the other end at the best looking limb I could find. It snagged the limb, twisted the stand on one leg, and jerked me nearly off the stand. The strap was only held fast for milliseconds when it slipped and slid down toward the tip of the limb pulling sticks and leaves with it. I still hit the ground on my back with the stand in front of me but at a much slower rate than I could have.
Fishing Graves creek behind my house as a kid I was standing on a shallow sand bar. There was a steep nearly vertical creek bank behind me at least 6 ft tall. I heard a rustling and turned to see a 3 ft long moccasin crawling across the face of the bank draped on small stems of grass and roots like a towel on a rack. It was only 12 inches or so from my head and right at face level.
fishing fork in a 15' 1972 Skeeter Metro bass boat with a beam just under 5 ft wide. Storm came out of no where. 4-5 ft waves driving rain so you could not see the boat lanes or the front of the bow for that matter. The timber in Lake Fork is everywhere so running outside of the boat lane is a death wish. We tried to stay under the bridge as lightning was striking everywhere but could not hold the boat in position. The waves were spaced just right that trying to stay perpendicular caused the bow to dip under the next wave and nearly swamp the boat. Staying parallel was not an option as the boat rolled to the side so much I was certain we would capsize. I was literally facing into the waves about 20-30 degrees and riding the swell and as it passed gunning the 1971 70 hp Chrysler to turn 360 degrees to ride back up the face of the next wave at the same angle.
hunting,
Helping a buddy hang a 20 ft double ladder stand. he is afraid of heights so I climb up to secure it to the tree and one of the legs sinks in the soil and the ladder topples backward. We had no security rope on the ladder yet and although he was supposed to be holding the ladder he bailed out of the way. I had one end of the 6 ft ratchet strap attached to the stand and in an act of desperation threw the other end at the best looking limb I could find. It snagged the limb, twisted the stand on one leg, and jerked me nearly off the stand. The strap was only held fast for milliseconds when it slipped and slid down toward the tip of the limb pulling sticks and leaves with it. I still hit the ground on my back with the stand in front of me but at a much slower rate than I could have.
Fishing Graves creek behind my house as a kid I was standing on a shallow sand bar. There was a steep nearly vertical creek bank behind me at least 6 ft tall. I heard a rustling and turned to see a 3 ft long moccasin crawling across the face of the bank draped on small stems of grass and roots like a towel on a rack. It was only 12 inches or so from my head and right at face level.
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:30 pm to nevilletiger79
I'll tell about the incident that sticks with me the most. Several years back I was working as a nuisance alligator hunter. A call came in about an alligator in drainage pipe in a subdivision. My partner and I went on the call. When we got there, there was 40 to 50 people at the site, including local fire department, parish, and swat personnel. The gator was in a 36 inch pipe that was about 300 hundred feet long. Nobody knew how big he was or where in the pipe he was. We got a light out and located the gator in the pipe. He was perfectly halfway between the openings, so we had to go in. Went in with a .22 long rifle, a small headlamp, and a wheatlight. I am in front "duck walking" while my partner is behind crawling along the pipe. It was over 100 degrees in there and humid as hell. Within seconds of entering the pipe we are absolutely soaked in sweat. As we approach the gator, it turns away from us. We discuss the possibility of one person chasing it down the pipe and the other person leaving the pipe and shooting it when it emerges from the other end. Decide not to do that since we are already halfway to the gator. So we inch closer. As we get closer we realize that the gator is larger than the 5 to 6 six foot that we had originally thought. I make my way to within about 10 feet of the gators tail. I have the gun and the smaller headlamp. My partner has the larger wheatlight. I am raising up to get the best angle to shoot the gator, when he turns around and charges. My partner has his sight blocked by me. He doesn't know the gator is charging. I start trying to back up, but he is there. I yell to move and he finally gets going. We scurry back as the gator is hissing and charging. He got within 4 to 5 feet. Close enough to get my attention to say the least. We back off about 20 feet and decide that we are going to have to kill him head on. I inch forward as he hisses at me. At around 12 feet I decide I am close enough. I ease up the side of the pipe to get the best angle and fire one down into the skull plate he flops about and I think I've done the deal, but no. After a second he comes around hisses and charges. We back off. I try to rack another round only to realize that, I'm frickin empty. I try to reload, but the shells are in my pocket. I've got blue jeans on and in the culvert, I can't stand up enough to get into my pocket. We retreat. My partner comes up with a few shells. I quickly reload, sneak up on the gator and quickly punch him out with two to the eye and skull plate. After this we are absolutely spent and feel like death. We tie a rope to him and drag him out. By the time we get him out of the pipe we were so dehydrated and overheated it wasn't funny. So we pounded some water, taped him up, and let every body ooh and ahh over him. He ended up being 8'3". Nothing huge, but damn sure big enough to put a hurting on us in that culvert. After this incident, we changed are protocols where gators and culverts were concerned.
Tl,Dr: I went into a culvert to kill a gator and did but not before he chased me.
Tl,Dr: I went into a culvert to kill a gator and did but not before he chased me.
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:37 pm to consumptive_use
Bumped into a 8ft gator crossing a slough in the swamps behind Laplace. He was submerged except for the tip of his nose, I was concentrating on looking for deer. Yellow line deep and I thought I bumped into a stump. His head came up and we made eye contact for a good 15 seconds. I slowly backed off, he never took his eyed off me. Needless to say I was done hunting for the day.
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:40 pm to weagle99
Had a three foot rattler give me a warning strike while hunting one thanksgiving day . Thank the good Lord I had on some of those heavy rain suit pants so it just knocked a hole in those and didn't get into my leg . Also got airborne doing about 65 hitting a wake from a barge on the ouachita river . Just about shite myself on both occasions
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:41 pm to Bleeding purple
Not as bad as many of the other stories. But here it goes.
Fishing Fourchon beach near Belle Pass last May. Relatively calm seas. Anchored just off the beach casting towards the beach. Catching hammer specks almost to our limit. Crew boat comes motoring along but parallel with the beach. Throwing an enormous wake.
Thing is we had our backs to the gulf casting to the beach so we didn't see it until the last second. The first wave crashes over the side of the boat and knocked all 4 of us off of our feet. How none of us went l overboard I don't know. Fills my bay boat with water up to my calves. The next 3 waves kept picking the boat up and pushing us to the shore. We were damn near beached if not for my anchor barely holding us back.
Ran to the console, got her started, and quickly motored back out to the gulf. Pulled the anchor up later.
We called it a day just short of a limit after that.
There was an old man fishing in what looked to be a 15 ft Tracker bass boat that left just before this happened. I am 100% positive it would have capsized his boat.
Fishing Fourchon beach near Belle Pass last May. Relatively calm seas. Anchored just off the beach casting towards the beach. Catching hammer specks almost to our limit. Crew boat comes motoring along but parallel with the beach. Throwing an enormous wake.
Thing is we had our backs to the gulf casting to the beach so we didn't see it until the last second. The first wave crashes over the side of the boat and knocked all 4 of us off of our feet. How none of us went l overboard I don't know. Fills my bay boat with water up to my calves. The next 3 waves kept picking the boat up and pushing us to the shore. We were damn near beached if not for my anchor barely holding us back.
Ran to the console, got her started, and quickly motored back out to the gulf. Pulled the anchor up later.
We called it a day just short of a limit after that.
There was an old man fishing in what looked to be a 15 ft Tracker bass boat that left just before this happened. I am 100% positive it would have capsized his boat.
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:51 pm to Who Me
Fishing smallmouth on Lake Degray in Arkansas as a kid. Walking down to the lake through some brush when I got popped on the foot by what I thought was brush. Turned out to be a copperhead, but he didn't get through the skin and he left a fang in my shoe. Killed him later. Itched and burned like a mofo.
Hunting was also probably the time I slipped down a dry creek bowhunting into a group of at least six copperheads all around me that I could see. Got out without getting hit but that was the longest walk back to the truck ever.
Most dangerous outdoor shite has been sailing though. Running from a tornado at a whopping four knots while lighting is striking all around you and hail is beating your arse will make quite the impression on you.
Hunting was also probably the time I slipped down a dry creek bowhunting into a group of at least six copperheads all around me that I could see. Got out without getting hit but that was the longest walk back to the truck ever.
Most dangerous outdoor shite has been sailing though. Running from a tornado at a whopping four knots while lighting is striking all around you and hail is beating your arse will make quite the impression on you.
Posted on 7/28/13 at 10:59 pm to faxis
I did get hailed on twice in Rocky Mountain National Park while hiking
Posted on 7/28/13 at 11:05 pm to weagle99
Almost falling from deer stand after getting buzzed by wasps. Hate them things
Posted on 7/29/13 at 12:02 am to bounty9
Falling 20+ feet and waking up to this
Posted on 7/29/13 at 12:05 am to cchoque93
Posted on 7/29/13 at 1:32 am to jmh5724
First of all I hate heights......first time hunting I was given a 2 part climbing stand, hated the piece of crap completely.....come down, and go back out in the evening, this time the guy I'm hunting with gives me a home made climbing stand thinking I may like it better. As it's getting dark I begin to make my way down the tree, at about 10', the foot part falls to the ground. Fortunately, the guy I was hunting with was able to help me out when he came to pick me up about 10 minutes later.
Posted on 7/29/13 at 7:54 am to weagle99
Fished Toledo Bend when the Elite series was there a couple years ago, 30+ mph N winds in my 17ft aluminum with a 75. If you know anything about TB, a North with is the worst to run in. Crossed the lake early one morning before the wind kicked up, had a solid day, decide to head back to LA side around 3 to finish up, thinking it would take me a little longer with the wind. Ease my way south to hit the E/W cross over and open it up. Working the crests and troughs not too bad, getting some spray but nothing terrible, bilge pump has been on since I started my run, still an arse puckering ride. Make it across and slow down for a bit to calm down, me and my partner are soaked. Start running north to catch one more spot before we have to be back at the weigh in, we are getting absolutely hammered by the wind now, "hold on, I’m going to try and get on top." I have just enough power at WOT to stay on top, but its bumpy as shite, then we catch one big set with more spacing. Hit the first one and we come out more than we have been, and I know what’s coming, "hold on," we come down and nose right into a 3ftr, so much water. There is now standing water in the bottom of my boat that is over my ankles, any more water and were going down. Trim up to keep the bow up, and rip it right. Only thing between us and the bank is about 200 yards of stump field. Get on a crest and pray, we finally make it on the south side of a point and beach. I honestly thought we were going to sink.
That was Friday, Saturday were going back out, launched on the TX side closer to where we were fishing because I was not crossing the lake again in that crap. We have been fishing for about 15-20 mins and lightning strikes a tree about 50-100 yards away on the water. That is the only time I have ever felt lightning, and I never want to get that close again. Parked under someone’s boat house for an hour or so to wait it out.
Different trip, the latch for my rod box broke so I just took it off, leaving a hole in the deck. Running on TB again, much less wind this time, I look down and see something loose on the deck, thinking a rod came loose, I check what’s in front of me, and look down to grab whatever it is all the while reaching blindly for it. When I finally see it my hand it about a foot from, yup you guessed it, a mother fricking snake on my boat, coming out of my rod box. Slam it in neutral and jump to the back deck, me and my partner wrangle it in the net and get it out of the boat, the whole time screaming like little girls. Must have been a hell of a show for anyone watching. I am still nervous when I open my rod box FWIW.
ETA: TLDR, almost sank, struck by lighting, snake on the boat.
That was Friday, Saturday were going back out, launched on the TX side closer to where we were fishing because I was not crossing the lake again in that crap. We have been fishing for about 15-20 mins and lightning strikes a tree about 50-100 yards away on the water. That is the only time I have ever felt lightning, and I never want to get that close again. Parked under someone’s boat house for an hour or so to wait it out.
Different trip, the latch for my rod box broke so I just took it off, leaving a hole in the deck. Running on TB again, much less wind this time, I look down and see something loose on the deck, thinking a rod came loose, I check what’s in front of me, and look down to grab whatever it is all the while reaching blindly for it. When I finally see it my hand it about a foot from, yup you guessed it, a mother fricking snake on my boat, coming out of my rod box. Slam it in neutral and jump to the back deck, me and my partner wrangle it in the net and get it out of the boat, the whole time screaming like little girls. Must have been a hell of a show for anyone watching. I am still nervous when I open my rod box FWIW.
ETA: TLDR, almost sank, struck by lighting, snake on the boat.
This post was edited on 7/29/13 at 7:56 am
Posted on 7/29/13 at 7:59 am to weagle99
Rifle went off in my lap one time. Trigger mechanism had gotten loose. Could have been very bad.
Had a kid zing a .308 bullet past my stand down a pipeline from about a mile away. Pulled the trigger on accident when he was sticking it out the window to aim at a deer. Horrible arse sound to hear in a deer stand.
I shite my drawers both times.
Had a kid zing a .308 bullet past my stand down a pipeline from about a mile away. Pulled the trigger on accident when he was sticking it out the window to aim at a deer. Horrible arse sound to hear in a deer stand.
I shite my drawers both times.
Posted on 7/29/13 at 8:05 am to DownshiftAndFloorIt
Q-Beam went out at the launch so decided to run mag-lites to the hole up at Felsenthal NWR. Hit a stump and flipped the boat en route, wearing waders of course, with no life jackets. Luckily me, my buddy, and my hound made it. Luckily. Just cold as hell.
Posted on 7/29/13 at 8:19 am to weagle99
Fishing at one of the weirs in Big Lake with my parents years ago when a squall developed almost on top of us. It was a really, really bad squall. We all huddled on the floor between the console and seat. Two guys in an aluminum boat across the canal got out (gator hot spot) and laid down in the marsh.
At one point, a water spout tried to develop in the canal. Not sure what the funnel looked like, but the water started rising up from the canal and circulating, but it didn't end up forming completely.
At one point, a water spout tried to develop in the canal. Not sure what the funnel looked like, but the water started rising up from the canal and circulating, but it didn't end up forming completely.
Posted on 7/29/13 at 8:22 am to consumptive_use
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and I think I've done the deal, but no. After a second he comes around hisses and charges.
Missed that quarter-sized kill spot, didn't you?
I really can't think of a good one, but every time I climbed a tree with my old loggy bayou treestand I was taking my life into my own hands. I have a healthy respect of heights to begin with, and that stand was a slipping mofo. It was particularly bad on wet hardwoods. It's a scary feeling to be 20 ft up a tree in the near dark and have your stand slip 2 feet.
Another time, I watched my friend's foot roll a copperhead onto its back as his boot brushed it. The snake flipped back over and struck at his foot just as my buddy took his next step. I thought it tagged him, but apparently it missed by a fraction of an inch. I have very little fear of snakes, but I do respect them. That incident shook me up a little.
This post was edited on 7/29/13 at 8:33 am
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