Lately, been a little bored with the lack of posts coming through so I figured I'd start something up here. Let's hear about your favorite set on your line or stand while hunting.
Non-fiction please, so for those of you who whittle your own hand calls out of nature and hunker down inside frozen caribou carcasses, please refrain from sharing those crazy stories.
The story that comes to mind to me was my lynx last February. A met a dude through this forum and decided to take off on snowmachines after meeting for the first time at 430 that morning. Put in quite a few stands and came to our next spot.
"this place looks lynxy" i believe was the quote I remember right before we started that stand.
All our previous stands would start with some form of distress and end the stand with crows, indicating time to get up and move on. About half way through this stand I catch a lynx moving from my right to left about 200 yards out. I gave it another 5-10 minutes to appear. I kept scanning the area and eventually saw the cat about 40 yards directly in front of me but couldn't move to get on it with out it seeing me. Afraid that I'd spook it I kept still until it faded back into the brush. The crows sound off lettin me know my partner was about to stand up but not wanting him to stand up and bust this cat out of dodge, I quickly grab my hand call and start sounding off, hoping he'll clue in on what I was trying to do here. Never hunting with this guy before, I wasn't sure if he'd pick up on what's going on.
Luckily, I was successful in finding another avid hunter who knew EXACTLY what I was doing and he started in on his hand call, eventually firing back up on the E-caller. About 3-5 mins later, here comes the lynx, slinking back across from left to right about 180 yards now, where I dropped him in his tracks. Or so I thought. Right after the shot I look and didn't see anything, thinking he just simply collapsed in the snow.
My buddy comes up and asks if I got him and I tell him, "yeahs he's just out here a ways."
We go check it out and find right where he was standing when I shot. Sure enough there's no cat. Puzzled, we look around and I find some fur but no blood. After a few hundred yards of tracking his prints, we find him and take him out.
This story sticks out for a lot of reasons... A few...
1: two dudes who have a common interest of chasing fur, met for the first time and made it happen.
2: blindly, both of us were able to understand what we were doing in the middle of the stand without ever addressing the issue beforehand.
3: we didnt give up after not finding the cat initially.
lastly: that was the firs lynx I took while pred hunting...