Post by: Wetwoodshunter on July 20, 2015, 07:29:37 PM
I packed up some gear and a new game camera and headed into my spot. As I was going I trekked through a swamp seeing no sign and finally got to a spot to cross a river going through the unit. Hopping along the bank scrambling to get to a downed log to cross I nearly punched a yellowjacket nest sending them into an angry swarm. As I'm standing on a pinnacle getting drilled by the bees I made a jump to get away but one of my pant legs snared and I bellyflopped into the river. Meanwhile that bush ripped my left pant leg nearly halfway off.
As soon as I made my way out I was done with scouting today and now it's time for a cold one.
Elk hunting is hard work. I guess better luck tomorrow.
Post by: bobcat on July 20, 2015, 07:40:31 PM
Post by: JimmyHoffa on July 20, 2015, 07:49:41 PM
Post by: nastybynature on July 20, 2015, 08:37:55 PM
Glad it wasn't worse for you as them lil bas turds can get really mean!
Post by: jasnt on July 20, 2015, 08:51:57 PM
Post by: magnumb on July 21, 2015, 08:08:22 AM
Had a similar thing happen to me few seasons back. Stepped in a ground nest ancle deep. I tried to run but there was so many dead falls I couldn't gain any distance and after getting stung a dozen times I just turned and fought them. Had bees between me and my pack and between my thigh and holster, in my cargo pockets and in my shirt. Stopped counting bee stings around 40. Can get crazy in the woods. Luckily I'm not allergic Glad you made it out ok
Exact same thing happened to me while 'shroomin' with my daughter a few years back, only my leg was buried to my knee. Pulled it out thinking it was just soft ground due to being in a real mossy area. I heard the sound of a small plane in close proximity and I stopped to try to mark it through the trees. The first fighter out of the hanger came in completely under my radar and immediately marked my location and he stealthly rose to an elevation of 5'9". To this day, I truly believe that he had either been mentored by the Red Baron or that he was him in the flesh. Without any warning, he strategically placed his first and only shot just slightly above my left eye. I never even saw him.
Once again, back on semi-solid ground, I yelled at my daughter to run. Kids hardly ever listen and even less often do they do what's asked of them. The urgency in my voice must have seemed quite sincere because without any hesitation whatsoever, she was off like a deer.
We hit the loggin' road about the same time, huffin and puffin'. We both kinda laughed because such circumstances are thankfully rare and we'd not seen each other ever quite so 'focused'. She looked over at me and yelled, "look at your pants!". I looked down and from my knees on down, my jeans were black with dozens of bald faced hornets. They were stuck to my jeans like glue trying their best to bite/sting me through my jeans! Tenacious SOB's!!!
I just started to slap at them as one would a mosquito and I'd kill 3-4 at a time against my jeans until I rid myself of them. I've learned to love my Levi's..... ;). These SOB's were so intent on gettin' through my jeans, they paid absolutely zero attention to the slaughter going on around them. A minute or 2 later, I was free and clear and we were both safely in my truck.
Total bites/stings.......1. Fear of small plane sounds while in the woods.....alot.
Post by: brokenvet on July 21, 2015, 12:56:21 PM
Good thing you were injured or drowned.
Post by: Timberstalker on July 21, 2015, 02:34:37 PM
Glad you got out without a more severe injure. This event will make that elk backstrap taste that much better!
Post by: jeffitz on July 21, 2015, 08:12:02 PM
Post by: andrew_in_idaho on July 22, 2015, 12:32:34 PM
Post by: Wetwoodshunter on July 22, 2015, 12:55:42 PM
Your wet, in the woods and your a hunter, the shoe fits.
Good thing you were injured or drowned.
This was well played!
Post by: Seahawk12 on July 22, 2015, 01:00:56 PM
Thanks for the chuckle. Life gets pretty hilarious sometimes as long as we can laugh at ourselves.