ShroomZoom22
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I'm not condemning you or saying what you are doing is wrong at all, but I always wondered if hunters feel any remorse when hunting?
Big Game Hunters, Show Your Stuff
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mygirls
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well if you don't then there is really something wrong with that hunter then.. i always feel a bit of greff after a kill and as im thanking the good lord for this wonderful animal i have just harvested...and the families this animal will be feeding..
robert 14617
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that was just too sweet MG's i think i need to brush my teeth
Thanks hulk.
I take her grouse and pheasant hunting sometimes, but thats about it. I usually spend hours picking thorns and such out of her hair when we hunt pheasant though.
mygirls
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yes good looking dog.. well i had a dear come in 21minutes after the bear left... yep next weekend for me...yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Any other hunters out there want to chime in?
Tis the season for new pictures.
GWN
Tis the season for new pictures.
GWN
so i'm up at the lake the other day on the seadoo. playing around out in the ski area. i see a boat go by pulling a skier and as he passes i noticed a head in the water. i thought someone fell, boat kept going though. so i look a little closer and see the ears. it's a deer and he's out in the lake pretty far. i have seen them swimming before but he about got ran over and it was rather odd to see him where he was. so i cruise over to see what's up.
me heading towards him must have spooked him because he starts heading back towards shore. i think "cool", and back off so my motor doesn't make him panic. he takes a few minutes but finally makes it back to shore. he climbs out and runs up the embankment to a little ledge and shakes off.
so i cruise over to the shoreline and start talking to him. i said "hey dude, what the hell were you doing out in the middle of the lake. you about got ranned over".
he looks at me and says, " i was running from that coyote".
about this time the coyote comes flying outta the brush and just nips his back legs and he takes off running.
i felt so bad. i just chased him right back into the jaws of certain death. the coyote was fast and the deer looked like he was getting tired. he runs back into the water and starts swimming away again. this time i let him go past me.
i cruised over and got between the coyote and the deer. i was still on the water so i really couldn't do anything. i yelled and shooed but he just kinda circled around me and kept his eye on the deer. i think the deer was pretty much gonna have to swim all the way across or end up being dinner.
i wished them both luck and got outta there.
me heading towards him must have spooked him because he starts heading back towards shore. i think "cool", and back off so my motor doesn't make him panic. he takes a few minutes but finally makes it back to shore. he climbs out and runs up the embankment to a little ledge and shakes off.
so i cruise over to the shoreline and start talking to him. i said "hey dude, what the hell were you doing out in the middle of the lake. you about got ranned over".
he looks at me and says, " i was running from that coyote".
about this time the coyote comes flying outta the brush and just nips his back legs and he takes off running.
i felt so bad. i just chased him right back into the jaws of certain death. the coyote was fast and the deer looked like he was getting tired. he runs back into the water and starts swimming away again. this time i let him go past me.
i cruised over and got between the coyote and the deer. i was still on the water so i really couldn't do anything. i yelled and shooed but he just kinda circled around me and kept his eye on the deer. i think the deer was pretty much gonna have to swim all the way across or end up being dinner.
i wished them both luck and got outta there.
Mr.Therapy Man
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Ill be 20 ft in a tree in about 5 hours heres a couple of deep south monsters the 8 piont was killed in 1997 and the 13 point in 2000(8P142inches)(13p168inches) Bow season opens here in Tennessee this morning and Im packing my shit now,I should have one on the ground by 10 am. Peace and good hunting( cant find pics of big
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Last year I witnessed a deer being taken out by about six coyotes and that shit was brutal. You would think it would be somewhat of a quick death, but that deer was screaming like a child for a half hour. That shit was pretty intense. Not many people get to witness the real nature.
tahoe58
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I'm a wildlife biologist with almost thirty years in the bush. In reference to the brutality of nature, that is so true. A scene that I have experienced is enlightening to the natural world .... I am convinced from my broad experience that intelligence, emotions and even personality play a part. Quick and Easy. Fuk No. The young and the weak. Fuk No, the available and the catchable. Proportionately, probably the young and the sick might prevail, but that might be because they are more catchable.
THE and I do mean THE most scariest night I have ever had was in a local campground in the late fall, no other campers, we were doing field work for a new coal mine, and the srceameeeching and yeeeoowwwlling was almost unbearable AND unidentifiable at the same time. I wasn't sure if it was a cougar or so other totally unknown animal .... I was frozen in my tent, I felt that if I moved a sliver I would be detected. And attacked and devoured in seconds (ok not really but you get the idea ..lol!). The commotion died out and I dozed off. Waking up the next morning, I went and walked around to try and get an idea of what might have happened through the night.
Immediately behind my tent were trails of wolf tracks. Wolf tracks? That was no wolf I heard last night. I spent an entire year working with wolves, and I knew their howls well. Or did I? Backtracking and reconstructing their travel, the various trails of wolves, I could distinguish probably four or more, I traced their activities back to a spot by the edge of the river. A muddy clay bank, low grassy vegetation to the waters edge. The alders and willows crept up to the top of the bank from the lower lying dried up oxbows of the old river path. Making my way further along, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Before me lay a scene that I have and will never forget. The area probably 50 feet in diameter where 8-10 foot willows and alders were completely flattened like toothpicks, limbs and stems broken, ground and leaves and the entire area splattered with blood and bits of flesh. Laying off to the side of the almost circular “playground” was a ripped and shredded beaver carcass. I have examined lots of wildlife predator-prey kills from small to very large ….. and the magnitude of the violence associated with this site has not been matched in thirty years in the bush. The beaver was not eaten. It was played with, like a bunch of teenagers and a bouncing ball. Those screams last night, they were of pleasure and joy. I was floored. I can't remember for sure, but I'll bet I went back to my tent a rolled a doobie!
THE and I do mean THE most scariest night I have ever had was in a local campground in the late fall, no other campers, we were doing field work for a new coal mine, and the srceameeeching and yeeeoowwwlling was almost unbearable AND unidentifiable at the same time. I wasn't sure if it was a cougar or so other totally unknown animal .... I was frozen in my tent, I felt that if I moved a sliver I would be detected. And attacked and devoured in seconds (ok not really but you get the idea ..lol!). The commotion died out and I dozed off. Waking up the next morning, I went and walked around to try and get an idea of what might have happened through the night.
Immediately behind my tent were trails of wolf tracks. Wolf tracks? That was no wolf I heard last night. I spent an entire year working with wolves, and I knew their howls well. Or did I? Backtracking and reconstructing their travel, the various trails of wolves, I could distinguish probably four or more, I traced their activities back to a spot by the edge of the river. A muddy clay bank, low grassy vegetation to the waters edge. The alders and willows crept up to the top of the bank from the lower lying dried up oxbows of the old river path. Making my way further along, I was stopped dead in my tracks. Before me lay a scene that I have and will never forget. The area probably 50 feet in diameter where 8-10 foot willows and alders were completely flattened like toothpicks, limbs and stems broken, ground and leaves and the entire area splattered with blood and bits of flesh. Laying off to the side of the almost circular “playground” was a ripped and shredded beaver carcass. I have examined lots of wildlife predator-prey kills from small to very large ….. and the magnitude of the violence associated with this site has not been matched in thirty years in the bush. The beaver was not eaten. It was played with, like a bunch of teenagers and a bouncing ball. Those screams last night, they were of pleasure and joy. I was floored. I can't remember for sure, but I'll bet I went back to my tent a rolled a doobie!
so i'm up at the lake the other day on the seadoo. playing around out in the ski area. i see a boat go by pulling a skier and as he passes i noticed a head in the water. i thought someone fell, boat kept going though. so i look a little closer and see the ears. it's a deer and he's out in the lake pretty far. i have seen them swimming before but he about got ran over and it was rather odd to see him where he was. so i cruise over to see what's up.
me heading towards him must have spooked him because he starts heading back towards shore. i think "cool", and back off so my motor doesn't make him panic. he takes a few minutes but finally makes it back to shore. he climbs out and runs up the embankment to a little ledge and shakes off.
so i cruise over to the shoreline and start talking to him. i said "hey dude, what the hell were you doing out in the middle of the lake. you about got ranned over".
he looks at me and says, " i was running from that coyote".
about this time the coyote comes flying outta the brush and just nips his back legs and he takes off running.
i felt so bad. i just chased him right back into the jaws of certain death. the coyote was fast and the deer looked like he was getting tired. he runs back into the water and starts swimming away again. this time i let him go past me.
i cruised over and got between the coyote and the deer. i was still on the water so i really couldn't do anything. i yelled and shooed but he just kinda circled around me and kept his eye on the deer. i think the deer was pretty much gonna have to swim all the way across or end up being dinner.
i wished them both luck and got outta there.