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<blockquote data-quote="Wheel Gun" data-source="post: 2366346" data-attributes="member: 19286"><p>Twenty years ago, my hunting party of misfits won a California lottery pick for a special deer hunt. We were totally unfamiliar with the area, located in far North CA in very rugged terrain near Mt. Shasta. After a long long drive, we pulled into the area in the late afternoon and started scouting around some before making camp. Driving around the area, we stumbled onto a little abandoned apple orchard that just looked awesome for deer. My heart leaped, I jumped out of the truck with my rifle and backpack and told them to come back for me at dark. I scrambled up the first tree that I reached with my heart pounding.</p><p></p><p>Nothing walked into the orchard that evening and I eventually climbed down out of that tree. I sat under the tree for a while, got hungry, emptied a bunch of snacks out of my backpack and munched until they decided to come after me. Just about dark, I heard one of our pickups coming my way quickly. It appeared at the edge of the meadow, slamming on its brakes. No one got out or opened a door--they just sat there idling. Strange. I gathered my stuff and started walking that way. As I approached, the driver's window lowered an inch and my buddy said "Hurry" and rolled the window back up. I stood there stupidly and said, "Huh?". The window rolled back down one inch and my buddy said "Bears".</p><p></p><p>I guess that apple orchard was the local gathering spot for some very mean bears. Locals knew about it and, while I was in that tree, my buddies ran onto someone who warned them to stay out of that place after dark. I guess there was a quick meeting and some talk about just sacrificing me to the bears, but a vote was held and I was rescued instead. We went back the next day to look over the area and there were huge piles of bear scat every few paces. I mean, all over. I'd never noticed that while in that tree in the fading light.</p><p></p><p>I still get a little weak in the knees thinking about bears watching me sit under that tree eating snacks.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wheel Gun, post: 2366346, member: 19286"] Twenty years ago, my hunting party of misfits won a California lottery pick for a special deer hunt. We were totally unfamiliar with the area, located in far North CA in very rugged terrain near Mt. Shasta. After a long long drive, we pulled into the area in the late afternoon and started scouting around some before making camp. Driving around the area, we stumbled onto a little abandoned apple orchard that just looked awesome for deer. My heart leaped, I jumped out of the truck with my rifle and backpack and told them to come back for me at dark. I scrambled up the first tree that I reached with my heart pounding. Nothing walked into the orchard that evening and I eventually climbed down out of that tree. I sat under the tree for a while, got hungry, emptied a bunch of snacks out of my backpack and munched until they decided to come after me. Just about dark, I heard one of our pickups coming my way quickly. It appeared at the edge of the meadow, slamming on its brakes. No one got out or opened a door--they just sat there idling. Strange. I gathered my stuff and started walking that way. As I approached, the driver's window lowered an inch and my buddy said "Hurry" and rolled the window back up. I stood there stupidly and said, "Huh?". The window rolled back down one inch and my buddy said "Bears". I guess that apple orchard was the local gathering spot for some very mean bears. Locals knew about it and, while I was in that tree, my buddies ran onto someone who warned them to stay out of that place after dark. I guess there was a quick meeting and some talk about just sacrificing me to the bears, but a vote was held and I was rescued instead. We went back the next day to look over the area and there were huge piles of bear scat every few paces. I mean, all over. I'd never noticed that while in that tree in the fading light. I still get a little weak in the knees thinking about bears watching me sit under that tree eating snacks. [/QUOTE]
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