Backcountry Bedtime Stories

[grizzlyadams]

 
Anyone have any close encounter, animal outside their tent in the middle of the night while deep in the woods stories. With high buck season coming up, many of us will be venturing Into the backcountry.  Lets tell a few scary stories to get us all amped and ready for our adventures.

[ghosthunter]

Was turkey hunting once with a buddy. I got up a 3 am to get to a roost tree.
He decided to sleep in.
Well after I blew my bird I came back to pick him up.
I opened the cook shack and he was sitting there with a handgun shaking.

After I left in the dark at 3 am he heard a noise outside our tent. It was a growling ,stomping sound ,muffled. He got his hand gun thinking it was a bear.

Slowly unzipped the tent door and stuck his head out.
Kissed a hose right on the lips.

Scared the piss out of him.

Open Range

[grizzlyadams]

LMAO.....that's hilarious. I just about fell on the floor. Love it!!! Keep em coming! Great story ghost. 


The kill is the satisfying, indeed essential, conclusion to a successful hunt. But, I take no pleasure in the act itself. One does not hunt in order to kill, but kills in order to have hunted. Then why do I hunt? I hunt for the same reason my well-fed cat hunts...because I must, because it is in the blood, because I am the decendent of a thousand generations of hunters. I hunt because I am a hunter.

[RadSav]

Hunting AZ for varmints one night late.  The truck we used had a turret in the back so we called from the truck most of the time.  We were working a cat and had some foxes jump up on the truck.  Each time I would call they tried to bite my hands.  Those dang fox were crazy!  So after the spot light flashing around between the cat and the fox the cat finally decided to bug out.  So we did what any self respecting varmint hunter would do.  We took out both fox with one shot right off the hood of the truck.

Exhausted around 3 AM we decided to pull the truck into a little rest area and take a nap.  We wake up to all doors of the rig being thrown open then shotguns and flashlights in our faces.  Seems there had been a gang shoot out followed by a fatal hit and run about 20 miles away in Carefree.  And when an officer cruised through the rest area he saw all the blood on the hood he assumed it was us. 

I came dang close to poopin' myself!  Man, I can't believe someone didn't get shot!  And believe it or not that wasn't the last time I woke up in AZ with guns in my face   Everyone from Border Patrol, to police and Fort Grant Penitentiary guards seem to be just a little on edge down in AZ.  Maybe it's the heat