I drew into Wichita Mtns elk hunt in 88. Walking in on the last morning of the hunt, still dark thirty, I came upon what turned out to be a buffalo, bedded down under a low hanging tree. When it jumped up and made an ungodly sound, (seemed like a ROAR), I thought my time on earth was over! Luckily I had done my daily business before leaving camp that morning. If not it would have been a very smelly day! Thought I was having a heart attack, at the same time trying to remember if there were any bears ever reported in the area. In the dark it was nothing more than a mountain of black fur!!!!
Killed my elk a couple hours later after my body quit convulsing and brain stopped telling me to run like h*ll !!!!
I finally finished my business and fortunately had kleenex with me.
I was about 14 and sitting on a bucket in some native grass at the edge of the wheat field. I always tried to get in my spot an hour before legal shooting time. I had been there about 5 minutes when I saw something light colored moving toward me. My heart was racing, and I couldn't make out what it was yet, but it kept coming closer. At around 10 feet I yelled, GET OUTTA HERE! It started growling and barking. I am standing at that point, but nowhere to get off the ground. The dog was coming toward me, so I pointed my 30-30 to the ground and fired. I was scared of the dog, I was scared I would get in trouble for shooting too early. My heart was racing.
How about walking face first into a HUGE spider web at zero-dark thirty....yes, I screamed and did the "icky dance".
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