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dang i must be getting really bored i need to light a campfire to be telling all these lol.. This is still another on in new mexico I had two hunters and conditions were pretty good we had just had a foot of fresh snow and it had just quit not long before we got there that morning. But the problem is right afer a nice wet snow like that and it starts to warm up you get lots and lots of fog.... I means so much fog you could maybe see about 30 yds maybe...everything looks the same no matter how many time you have hunted the place which I had been on several times i knew every inch of it and where the elk came fome and went to. I sat one hunter out on a stand on a small meadow so he could watch that and decided to take the other one or a stroll. i was sure the fog would let up shortly so we took off and walked and walked never hitting a cross fence so i jsut figure we are walking in a circle on the property whick was no big deal then we came upon a fence I stopped and thought for a minute and told my hunter this would be a good place to rest a bit and watch. All the time knowing this fence was not on our property i am guessing the border fence was on the ground and under the snow. I am triing to figure out where we are and about that time I see a truck comeing up the proerty across the fence so i go over and ask this guy where we are before the hunter gets there the guys says he will give us a ride back to where i need to be so we jump on the back of his truck and he takes us to where he said was our property and we get out I thank him for the ride and we walk down a trail about a mile and get to the edge of a drop off I look down and see a familliar site which jsut happens to be a town 8 more miles and across two more ranches from the property we are suposed to be on by now my hunter is dragging big time and i jsut happened to have a box of rasins in my pocket which i dump out in the bottom of my pocket as we are walking i knw he is watching everything I do and about every ten minuted i will see a pile of deer droppings in the snow grab 5 or 6 rasins in my hand reach down and push the deer dropping into the wnow pull my hand out with the rasins shake the snow off and eat them. never looking at the hunter after we got to the next ranch we had to get across i look up and im busted here comes a guide from another outfit with a hunter he walks up to us with his hunter and he must have been new at it even though i was tresspassing i convinced him he was the one tresspassing so he took his hunter back to the truck they had jsut left. Kind of mean but you dont want your hunter to know he is trespassing so off we go again pushing down more deer dropings and eating more rasins finally get back on my property and we are only about a mile and a half from the truck. what a relief my hunter is barely making it i was jsut thankful he made it back to our lease. i reached down and this time I picked up the deer droppings and turned around and ask him if he wanted them they would sure give you energy when you need it. I thought he was going to fall over he got green and said no **** way I jsut laughed and threw them down and said you should try them sometime it will surprise you lol I left him there at the bottom of the mountain and walked back up got his partner and the truck drove down picked him up and at the lodge that night at super this guy was telling all of them that crazy **** guide was eating deer crap for energy I just let them believe it why spoil a good story who knows maybe someday he will see this post and then he will know the rest of the story lol

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Hog Hunt
one time down in se Oklahoma me and three other guys went out on a hog hunt it was on public land and we set up camp the night before although none of us had ever hunted this country before we had heard about all the hogs in the area and was anxious to get started the next morning. loaded for bear we all paired up and started out me and the guy I went with took off and decided to just circle this one mauntain to see what we could come up with we took off and walked and walked and never even seen a hog. There was a lot of sign but just no hogs it was getting about time to eat so we dedcided to go back to camp and get a bite. since this was just going to be a short trip we didnt bring water or anything to eat but when we started back there was something bad wrong neither one of us was paying attention when we left and we were both about as lost as lost could be. lol I told him well lets just pick a direction and head that way we are bound to find a road and find camp from there. So we took off and out of four directions we had to have picked the only one that led right straight away from every type of civilization we walked and walked it was one of them hot humid summer days and we were about to dry up an blow away no water with us and of all rifles i had picked to bring it had to be the number one ruger varmiter with the bull barrel and single action pistol with enough ammo to start a war which wasnt that bad an idea in the part of the country we were in it still got a little western down there from time to time. We were drinkin from creeks when we could find one. we walked all day and toward evening we finally cam upon a road with a dump at the end of it where people would dump their junk I looked up and seen a tennis shoe there by the dump. I told my buddy that if the other one was there I would trade these cowboy boots for them in a minute my feet were killin me lol. We were drinking from tire tracks with water in them jsut move the bugs aside and get a drink we were so thirsty. So finally we found a road we walked down the road for a few miles and finally found a hiway we get there and finally luck was on our side there was a house lets jsut hope someone is home so here we go walking up this guys drive and he is outside cutting wood, he looks up and says well you boys look like you are lost and kind of had that grin that tell you he wants to laugh but is triing really hard not to, we told him we had been lost most of the day and he ask us whre we were camped we told him at the end of road 8000 and he looked at us and said well yo uguys must be worn out that is about 26 miles rom here the way the crow flies we jsut looked at one another and thought we aint going to make it back today lol. The guy told us to go to ther house and tell his wife to fix us a glass of tea and he would take us back over there as soon as he finished up what he was doing so into the house we went and his wife had us sit on the couch and got us some tea we looked up at the mount he had on the wall this whitetail was in a shoulder mount and couldnt have scored more than about fourty points you could have set a soft ball in the middle of it and not fell out we jsut looked at one another and never said a word. he cam in after awhile adn we got in his truck and he hauled us back to camp. we thanked him and ask him what we owed him he just told us to have a great hunt and not to worry about it he had been there too. It is really nice to find real country people like that around once and awhile especially in country where you are about as likely to get shot as not. it is just good old back country whre the economy has got so bad that some of the people have had to go to raising drugs and other things just to survive so you never know what you will walk up on.
Any way we got up the next morning the two of us went our way the other two went theirs we made a circle since we deceded not to get to far away from camp after the day before and we got on top of a clearcut and looked back toward camp and here are the other two guys sitting on the tail gate of my truck so we diecide to have some fun with them since we still hadnt seen any hogs we only took our pistols with us that day so we took them out and each shot at a water hole to make the guys at the truck think we had got into the hogs... I looked over toward the truck and about nine hogs had been bedded about fifty yads from us and took off to the creek I showed my buddy and we both shot one and i start walking over to mine and heard my buddy hollaring at me shoot him im out of ammo and hes after me lol i look over and his hog is about thirty yards away crawling on his front legs chompping his jaws and this guy is freakin out lol. shoot him hes after me i tell him jsut wait a minute im out of ammo so i start walking over to th hog as i reload walk over his head and put one in his head as i step over it my buddy is walking over shaking his head man you saved my life i jsut laughed yeah whatever..then later he told me a funny story after he got back to his senses he told me he was reloading and evidently he had been conting my shots too because he still had two rounds in his own pistol lol. But ut was a good hunt the other two guys just sat on the tail gate and watched they never werent back out they were afraid of the ticks which were bad the hogs were loaded with them. we just threw them in the creek to cool them off and get most of the ticks off them before we skinned them..hog hunting is a good chalenge when there arent any other seasons open.

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well i dont know how many of you have ever guided hunters but sometimes you jsut get burnt out on them and you have to get away well I always told every hunter I only have one rule and that is not to leave the stand where I put them. One day in sw colorado i had set a hunter up in a nice spot and told him all you have to do is watch this trail and there will be an elk walk right by you within fourty yards in about an hour this was a sure kill situation the same elk came dwo that trail every day at the same time. So i left him there and went for a walk I got about 400 yards out and walked up on a nice 6x6 about 60 yards away so i jst eased around him and went on my walk jsut to get away from my hunter I am walking down a brushy trail back on the othe side of the mountain about half asleep not paying any attention when i hear my hunter shoot so i jsut started easing back that direction and all of a sudden something hit me in the leg and out of reflex i just kicked it as hard as i could and looked down and about a 350lb black bear was running away down the trail I had jsut kicked a bear in the a$$ without even thinking now that will wake you up in a hurry SO I walk back to my hunter to see if hit hit the elk and he was gone no elk no hunter only his back pack hmmmm i hope the bear ate him but i found blood about fourty yads from where i left him so here i go tracking him in about a 30 mph wind i follow blood for about 1/2 mile when i see him and sure enough he hit the elk and was there gutting him out and was covered with blood from his shoulders all the the way down his arms i wasnt sure who shot who but after i chewed him out for leaving and telling him if he had left it alone and waited we would have robably found him about 100 yards from where he shot him when he laid down the first time he told me he thought it would be ok if he followed the elk and that he had left me a trail useing toilet paper so i preceeded to tell him that was all fine and dandy except how llong you think that mountain money is going to stay on the ground in a 30 mph wind lol all and all it worked out fine at least i got the pleasure of kicking a live bear in the butt..

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It s kind of like the hunter that got his first elk with bad knees I was taking this one guy from arizona elk hunting and we are going down through some rough country and all I have heard is how bad his knees are im thiking if you will forget about your knees and start thinking about elk you might get lucky and see one. He is wlaking up in front making enough noise to scare the bears away and way to fast so I tell him wait a minute why dont you get back here behind me so I can see whats up ahead because we are coming up on a good draw that was producing some good bulls so I ease up to the edge of the draw and look up and down it and sure enough there is a good bull at the far upper end of it with only one problem there is a cow half way in between us all i can see of the bull is his rack so I look for a way to get in close and there is only one way so here we go i tell this guy this is what we got to do first we ease off into this draw and stay low walk up it untill we get to the end of it which takes us across the meadow then into the timber untill we get the other edge of it then we crawl from there past the cow out in the open I said you watch only nme forget the cow  jsut watch me if i stop you freeze anbd dont move then when i start again follow me he says i dont think i can my knees are to bad I tell him if you want to kill an elk you do exactly what i tell you or we will just go back to camp now im not spooking elk if you wont try. I dont know maybe I was too rough on my hunters sometimes but i ussually got them what they were after so I really didnt care. So he decides he is going to do what I told him we got through the draw no problem then though the timber ok also then come the fun stuff I told him get ready to crawl and only watch me this cow was about 30 or 40 yds away and we were all going to be in the open I had never tried this before but had to try it. SO off I go crawling right out in the open with the cow she would raise her head and look at me I would stop and just kind of look at the ground and watch her out of the corner of my eye. when she would go back to grazing I would start again this went on for like what seemed forever till I got to a little bunch of trees where we could get a shot at this bull which was a not great but nice bull for his first one so when I get to where we need to be I look back and I have lost my hunter he is nowhere to be found I thought im killing this guy when i get my hands on him so I crawl back past this cow elk and get back to where I started and low and behold here is t his hunter laying on his back holding his knees in pain I tell him hey you want to kill and elk or lay here like a baby criing about your knees he kind of looks at me and says he wants to kill the elk so this time i go back past the cow and make sure he is coming behind me also the ground is about half frozen so I know it hurts his knees it hurts mine too like crawling on gravel but I get back to where we need to be and hunter is about ten yds behind me I set back and about the time the hunter gets up there the bull just slowly walks off into the timber out of sight well thats that the hunter gets there I show him where the bull went and he is triing to see through trees or somthing cause he is looking where it went wit ha look in his eyes like he was going to jump back out and say here i am shoot me now. I am jsut kind of resting and see something moving back onthe other side of the meadow and here comes another bull jsut walking across without a care in the world I look back and tell my hunter there he is and all he can do is look where the other one went I say no over there a different one he says where still focused on the same spot I grab is rifle and point it in the right direction shoot the damn thing will you he see him and starts to aim I look back and his gun is writing his name in the air he is shaking so bad I grab his gun barel tell him to stop breath for a second and pick out a spot on the shoulder like it was a tin can or target and shoot it he does the elk drops I get up and head that way and all of a sudden I thought I had been attacked by a bear somthing grabbed me and stated slinging me around well it wasnt a bear it was my hunter he got so excited he jumped up grabbed me and started jumping around like a kid that got his first bb gun I told him I thought your knees hurt he said not now and off he went to check out his first elk.. So not all storied end in tragedies lol. I think you got two for one here lol

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Well lets see it was muzzle loader season in colorado and as ussual I was hunting alone and hunting alone by choice I drove up to an area where the elk almost always go after season starts and a little presure is on them but instead of parking where I ussually did I thought I would drive on up on top of the mountain where I would be closer. I found a good spot to park the truck on top of the edge so it could be seen from a distance since i wasnt used to this area and I got out of the truck and locked it up and started down the hill and across one valley and back over the next ridge and easy backtrack to get back to the truck no way I could get lost. I sit there about an hour and was having no luck I grabbed a bite to eat then got up traveled down the ridge about a half mile and back over it toward the truck sit there still no game and I think I may have taken a little nap in the sun for awhile then decided to go back to the truck which shold be right back up the draw and to my left at the top of the ridge. Well after I walked about a mile I figure either  someone moved my truck or I was lost but no big deal it had to be close by so I jsut keep walking down the valley untill it ended well that settles it Im lost so I know the general area and know im uphill of the road so i take off down hill looking for a stream because they all dump into the resevior not far away. I have no idea where I am but as I am walking and jsut taking my time there isnt any use to get excited ive spent more than one night up there on the ground. I see more elk and deer than I could have ever shot but wasnt about to shoot one and not know how to get back to it so I jsut let them pass and keep searching for the road. I walk over another ridge and see if there is a stream there and find a dry creek bed so I start following it till I get to a canyon and right there is an old camp site from a few years ago another one of them that will send chills down your spine as you walk through it wondering if the residents left in a hurry or if they never left at all so I jsut kind of walked on through it and got on down the trail and finally I came over a hill and reconised an old beaver dam and a couple ponds I had shot and elk on before so I knew then I was only about a mile from the road and headed on out and just as I get to the road there is a camper with noone around I was sure hoping to get a ride back to the truck so i kind of kill a little time around there till I can hear some guys talking coming down the trail and come to find out I knew them. Friends Im not so sure now lol. I figured I had that ride after all and we got to talking and swappin stories they wanted to know if I had seen anything they wernt having any luck I told them i coudl hear them a half mile away I can see how your luck might not be so good and that I had seen all kinds of elk up above whre they had been. That was my mistake they wanted to get back up there and find the elk so here I am about 9 miles from my truck and its starting to rain and getting late so they head back up in the woods and I take off down the road toward my truck. Im thinkin I h ope I see them walking one of these days Im going to just honk at them and wave on my way by lol.I get about 2 miles down the road and a truck comes by and stops asking me if I need a ride I say you bet if you dont mind I tell him where my truck is and he says that is on his way he is lion hunting up there not far away so he gives me a ride to the truck and I go on back to the house for the night and then next morning load up the horse to go back in where I had seen the elk so I park there by the camp I had come to where the guys were that made me walk the ywere jsut getting ready to leave and go back out where I had sent them the day before. I ask them what kind of tags they had and they all had cow tags I thought what kind of hunters all have cow tags and between three of you there isnt any meat on the pole they say there aint no elk in here so I told them I bet you I can get you one before i get to where im going if you see orange ribbon on the trail when you get up to the cutoff jsut follow it and get your cow. they jsut laughed at me and I went on all the way up the trail I could hear them talking and rolling rocks as I got up to my cutoff up toward hells canyon I eased up through the timber and seen a cow feeding off to the side I got off my horse and walked up to where i could get a shot dropped her field dressed it  and  went back to the trail cutoff and tied the ribbon on the trail so they couldnt miss it and a few more leading them to the cow and figured if she was still there when I came out I would bring her down for them when I came back. I went on into the canyon and seen a couple bulls but nothing I wanted to shoot so I came back out and the cow was gone. I rode down to the camp wehre I had left my truck and trailer adn it was dark and the guys were there they had taken their elk in to town and been back and got as far as the old camp that I had walked through the day before and started looking around adn ahd found a tin buried in the ground under a tree and in it had found some jewelry and a note from what they said sounded like a suicide note in it. I ask them what they did with it and they said they put it back jsut like they found it they got spooked and came back to camp. Well I cant say I blame them there was an eiry feeling about that old abandoned camp site  I still get cold chills just thinking about it. You can run across some wild things and places up in the mountains that you just cant explain sometimes.  Ive head tales of places the spanards were suposed to have burried or hid their gold when the indians were after them in fact that canyon I went into after the bull is one of them but I neve seen anything but you never know where the stories come from but they had to have started somewhere. Maybe they are true and maybe they arent whos to say. I have been all over them mountains south of Alamosa and have seen a lot of wild things in them. But the hunting is great if you know them and know where to go. I did kill a bull later in the season but not there it just got to be to many hunters for me so I went farther back into the hills and the horse I always elk hunted on was like a birddog on quail he would show yo right where to sit I guess he would smell a crossing but he would drop his head and start smelling the ground and stop right whre they would cross the trail you just ride up the trail tie him up and watch where he stopped and sure enough they would cross right there he never failed me. But you couldnt drag him close to a dead elk he was scared to death of them and hated them I had him in the pen with one once that had been injured and the elk would paw him when he got close to it maybe that did it I dont know I have never seen another horse do it or even hear of it. there are a lot of horses that will perk up and look at them if they see them but none i knew of that would find them for you lol. He was the best guide I ever seen .. Any way thats the story on the time I lost my truck.

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A man and his dog were walking along a road.

The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.

At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" The man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" The traveler asked.

"I'm sorry; sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" He called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."

"How about my friend here?" The traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

"What do you call this place?" The traveler asked.

"This is heaven," was the answer.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the Gold Street and pearly gates? Nope.

That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

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It s kind of like the hunter that got his first elk with bad knees I was taking this one guy from arizona elk hunting and we are going down through some rough country and all I have heard is how bad his knees are im thiking if you will forget about your knees and start thinking about elk you might get lucky and see one. He is wlaking up in front making enough noise to scare the bears away and way to fast so I tell him wait a minute why dont you get back here behind me so I can see whats up ahead because we are coming up on a good draw that was producing some good bulls so I ease up to the edge of the draw and look up and down it and sure enough there is a good bull at the far upper end of it with only one problem there is a cow half way in between us all i can see of the bull is his rack so I look for a way to get in close and there is only one way so here we go i tell this guy this is what we got to do first we ease off into this draw and stay low walk up it untill we get to the end of it which takes us across the meadow then into the timber untill we get the other edge of it then we crawl from there past the cow out in the open I said you watch only nme forget the cow jsut watch me if i stop you freeze anbd dont move then when i start again follow me he says i dont think i can my knees are to bad I tell him if you want to kill an elk you do exactly what i tell you or we will just go back to camp now im not spooking elk if you wont try. I dont know maybe I was too rough on my hunters sometimes but i ussually got them what they were after so I really didnt care. So he decides he is going to do what I told him we got through the draw no problem then though the timber ok also then come the fun stuff I told him get ready to crawl and only watch me this cow was about 30 or 40 yds away and we were all going to be in the open I had never tried this before but had to try it. SO off I go crawling right out in the open with the cow she would raise her head and look at me I would stop and just kind of look at the ground and watch her out of the corner of my eye. when she would go back to grazing I would start again this went on for like what seemed forever till I got to a little bunch of trees where we could get a shot at this bull which was a not great but nice bull for his first one so when I get to where we need to be I look back and I have lost my hunter he is nowhere to be found I thought im killing this guy when i get my hands on him so I crawl back past this cow elk and get back to where I started and low and behold here is t his hunter laying on his back holding his knees in pain I tell him hey you want to kill and elk or lay here like a baby criing about your knees he kind of looks at me and says he wants to kill the elk so this time i go back past the cow and make sure he is coming behind me also the ground is about half frozen so I know it hurts his knees it hurts mine too like crawling on gravel but I get back to where we need to be and hunter is about ten yds behind me I set back and about the time the hunter gets up there the bull just slowly walks off into the timber out of sight well thats that the hunter gets there I show him where the bull went and he is triing to see through trees or somthing cause he is looking where it went wit ha look in his eyes like he was going to jump back out and say here i am shoot me now. I am jsut kind of resting and see something moving back onthe other side of the meadow and here comes another bull jsut walking across without a care in the world I look back and tell my hunter there he is and all he can do is look where the other one went I say no over there a different one he says where still focused on the same spot I grab is rifle and point it in the right direction shoot the damn thing will you he see him and starts to aim I look back and his gun is writing his name in the air he is shaking so bad I grab his gun barel tell him to stop breath for a second and pick out a spot on the shoulder like it was a tin can or target and shoot it he does the elk drops I get up and head that way and all of a sudden I thought I had been attacked by a bear somthing grabbed me and stated slinging me around well it wasnt a bear it was my hunter he got so excited he jumped up grabbed me and started jumping around like a kid that got his first bb gun I told him I thought your knees hurt he said not now and off he went to check out his first elk.. So not all storied end in tragedies lol. I think you got two for one here lol

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Hog Hunt
   one time down in se Oklahoma me and three other guys went out on a hog hunt it was on public land and we set up camp the night before although none of us had ever hunted this country before we had heard about all the hogs in the area and was anxious to get started the next morning. loaded for bear we all paired up and started out me and the guy I went with took off and decided to just circle this one mauntain to see what we could come up with we took off and walked and walked and never even seen a hog. There was a lot of sign but just no hogs it was getting about time to eat so we dedcided to go back to camp and get a bite. since this was just going to be a short trip we didnt bring water or anything to eat but when we started back there was something bad wrong neither one of us was paying attention when we left and we were both about as lost as lost could be. lol I told him well lets just pick a direction and head that way we are bound to find a road and find camp from there. So we took off and out of four directions we had to have picked the only one that led right straight away from every type of civilization we walked and walked it was one of them hot humid summer days and we were about to dry up an blow away no water with us and of all rifles i had picked to bring it had to be the number one ruger varmiter with the bull barrel and single action pistol with enough ammo to start a war which wasnt that bad an idea in the part of the country we were in it still got a little western down there from time to time. We were drinkin from creeks when we could find one. we walked all day and toward evening we finally cam upon a road with a dump at the end of it where people would dump their junk I looked up and seen a tennis shoe there by the dump. I told my buddy that if the other one was there I would trade these cowboy boots for them in a minute my feet were killin me lol. We were drinking from tire tracks with water in them jsut move the bugs aside and get a drink we were so thirsty.  So finally we found a road we walked down the road for a few miles and finally found a hiway we get there and finally luck was on our side there was a house lets jsut hope someone is home so here we go walking up this guys drive and he is outside cutting wood, he looks up and says well you boys look like you are lost and kind of had that grin that tell you he wants to laugh but is triing really hard not to, we told him we had been lost most of the day and he ask us whre we were camped we told him at the end of road 8000 and he looked at us and said well yo uguys must be worn out that is about 26 miles rom here the way the crow flies we jsut looked at one another and thought we aint going to make it back today lol. The guy told us to go to ther house and tell his wife to fix us a glass of tea and he would take us back over there as soon as he finished up what he was doing so into the house we went and his wife had us sit on the couch and got us some tea we looked up at the mount he had on the wall this whitetail was in a shoulder mount and couldnt have  scored more than about fourty points you could have set a soft ball in the middle of it and not fell out we jsut looked at one another and never said a word. he cam in after awhile adn we got in his truck and he hauled us back to camp. we thanked him and ask him what we owed him he just told us to have a great hunt and not to worry about it he had been there too. It is really nice to find real country people like that around once and awhile especially in country where you are about as likely to get shot as not. it is just good old back country whre the economy has got so bad that some of the people have had to go to raising drugs and other things just to survive so you never know what you will walk up on.
    Any way we got up the next morning the two of us went our way the other two went theirs we made a circle since we deceded not to get to far away from camp after the day before and we got on top of a clearcut and looked back toward camp and here are the other two guys sitting on the tail gate of my truck so we diecide to have some fun with them since we still hadnt seen any hogs we only took our pistols with us that day so we took them out and each shot at a water hole to make the guys at the truck think we had got into the hogs... I looked over toward the truck and about nine hogs had been bedded about fifty yads from us and took off to the creek I showed my buddy and we both shot one and i start walking over to mine and heard my buddy hollaring at me shoot him im out of ammo and hes after me lol i look over and his hog is about thirty yards away crawling on his front legs chompping his jaws and this guy is freakin out lol. shoot him hes after me i tell him jsut wait a minute im out of ammo so i start walking over to th hog as i reload walk over his head and put one in his head as i step over it my buddy is walking over shaking his head man you saved my life i jsut laughed yeah whatever..then later he told me a funny story after he got back to his senses he told me he was reloading and evidently he had been conting my shots too because he still had two rounds in his own pistol lol. But ut was  a good hunt the other two guys just sat on the tail gate and watched they never werent back out they were afraid of the ticks which were bad the hogs were loaded with them. we just threw them in the creek to cool them off and get most of the ticks off them before we skinned them..hog hunting is a good chalenge when there arent any other seasons open.

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Here we go again this was about the midle of november and after hunting the same country from august on game tends to get a little hard to come by at times. This was in new mexico just west of Chama a few miles all of our land was private so in that part of the country i would spend a lot of time runnig off trespassers which was sometimes fun and someitmes wild but those are more stories lol. This was another one of them days when I was jsut kind of burnt out I had a good hunter this time he worked hard and so I worked hard for him we had hunted and hunted this ranch for big mule deer with no lluck at all and soon to find out why. I wet him on top of a big cliff so he could see whatever came by I just wanted hiim to see something anyway I took off again and made another circle around behind him and around the cliff so if anything was in there hopefully it would make its way around by the hunter. I ended up going farther than I had expected and by the time i got back close it was already dark and n=one of them nights with no moon and no light I was still in the oak brush when I crossed the creek and that is when I noticed this very familliar smell WHO DUMPED THEIR LITTER BOX OUT HERE ..... i walked about another ten yards and that is when the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up all of a sudden I hear this big thud and all I could think of was oh ****. there had been a mountain lion in the tree I had jsut walked under by the creek when he hitthe ground i kept on walking at the same pace and here he came right behind me in the oak brush I couldnt see him but could hear every steep he took I had my glock in my hand but didnt want to shoot unless i had to so i would walk and he would walk I would stop he would stop this went on for about 150 to 200 yards I knew if I ran I would be lunch so I jsut kept up the cat and mouse game till I got to the edge of the timber then thats when I got worried if I go out in the grass I wont be able to hear the cat he was aobut 15 yds back there at this time still in the leaves. After what seemed like ten minutes but was probably closer to two I decided to light up a cigarette after I had smoked about half of it I heard the lion trot back toward the tree he had come out of and I mad a beline to the truck lol I get back to the truck the hunter ask whats the hurry I just told him I was hungry lets get back to the lodge and get something to eat lol and for the no deer the cat pretty much explained that when they are around the deer pretty much move away for a time I know i was sure glad to get back to the lodge I have been stalked by several lions but never like this one did it was like he was playing a game with me just before dinner

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I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, who had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up...3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it. It took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined. The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing
out of the big gash in my head.

At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death. I managed to get it lined up to back in between my truck and the feder...a little trap I had set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when
I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head...almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that t will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and
knocked me down.

Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What
they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally
managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt
broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from
most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place, which was the co-op. I got out of the truck, covered in blood and dust and looking like
hell. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling "what happened'?"

I have never seen any law in the state of Oklahoma that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they
have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the lengths to which law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power, I was concerned
that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal. I swear....not wanting to admit that I had done something
monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer." I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on
it. The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face
where it had struck me there.

I asked him to call somebody to come get me...I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did.

Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare thing
and wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could...I was filling the
grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking the hell out of me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or
something. EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at the co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their
kids in the house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told several people the
story, but NEVER anybody around here. I have to see these people every day and as an outsider...a "city folk"...I have enough trouble fitting in
without them snickering behind my back and whispering "there is the dumb-ass that tried to rope the deer."


*"If you can read this, thank a teacher; if you are reading it in English, thank a soldier."*

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I am heading out one more time back to arkansas to do a little fishing bow fishing and hog hunting and some more turkey hunting too I have been around here way to long without a bow in my hands I am getting withdrawls lol.
   I hope to be back in a week or two after i leave on thursday. and hope to see you all then so take care and have fun

This is only a nickname for the horse when i was breaking her she was devestated of cattle she had never even seen one till i got her here to ride and break. i had riden her a fdew times at another place and decided she was doing well enough to bring her here so i could put more time in on her. got her here and rode her one afternoon down and around on the  creek and a few hills and she was doing better than ever she is a smart gal but only had one problem. Ahe was afrais of cattle but I didnt know it yet I put her in the corral for the night and I no sooner walked off than the cattle came up and across the creek and into  the pen next to her she went nuts jumped a five foot fence and ran though a four wire barb wire fence and crossed another creek before she even looked back. I walked over and caught her led her back and put her in a smaller pen but it had the working chute in it which i didnt think much about but she seen the cattle again and went nuts she ran a one inch solid steel bar into her skull right between her eyes deep enough i could stick my index finger in up to my second knuckle the blood was going everywhere. I called the vet and by the time he got there the  whole pen was covered in red and me too vet got there sewed up the hole. He said to watch her it could cause problems later. Sure enough about a week later it started draining and we took her back to a vet which operated and took out several bone fragments so we thought we had her then but sure enough he missed some adn two weeks later another operation they took out more bone. After all this she finally healed up and doing good now but now has the nickname Holy Horse just seemed to fit