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    I was out on a full moon night several winters back. I stopped at an old gravel pit I know about that had started to grow up with willows. I always saw lots of hare tracks, and predators following along.
    I set up with my 12g loaded with 4buck and my .22-250. Good chance for close shots and long. Wind was right, moon was right, and I started to blow the call. I was really enjoying the night. I thought it was just me and my gear out under the moon. It was late enough that I never heard traffic out on the highway.
    I had called for about 20 minutes when I heard a vehicle. It sounded like it was crunching through the snow at the back of the pit area. I stopped calling and waited. A moment later a spotted a car creeping along a trail that I rarely ever drove my 4x4 on. The car headed to the road and disappeared.
    I figured my set was busted by the noise, so I sat for a while thinking about that car. Why was it out there well after midnight during a weekday? Boy and girl stuff? Getting rid of the dead dog? Tossing out the garbage in a spot closer than the borough dumpsters? I had to look.
    I took the truck up to the end of the road and saw tracks heading over a dirt berm. With the headlights on, and my headlamp, I got out of the truck to look. I found drag marks. My hair (ok, I'm bald, but work with me here) stood on end. Back to the truck I went to grab the 12g and loaded it to the hilt with 4buck. I knew the car was gone, but would they come back?
    I followed the drag marks over the berm, through the trees, and up to some big black bags. With more than a little apprehension, I opened the bags to find not a body, but a bunch of mason jars and miscellaneous stuff. Ok, no dead people or dogs. That's a good thing. I got to looking close at the jars. Some held stuff that was black, some blue, some kind of a reddish color. There was some salt, and some other miscellaneous items.
    Now I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but my mind started screaming "METH"!!!!!! Time to go sports fans. I was on high alert as I left the area, gun still loaded by my side in the truck. Straight home I went to make a phone call to my buddy, who happened to be a local FBI agent. I described my find and he confirmed the likelihood that it was indeed meth, stashed by some cook.
    The next day I had planned to hunt also. Instead, I got to spend time with the DEA agent, who happened to be a pretty good fellow. We went back out and took a look and secured the site.
    So no predators for me that night, but did help to clean up a skunk, or at least its mess. I've always wondered what those idiots thought about as they were dragging their stuff into the woods and heard a rabbit screaming?

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    That would make your hair stand up, even if by proxy. ???Ever call there again??

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    Man I can't top that. Just a few cow moose trying to check me out or run me over, two magpies that thought my hat was cool to sit on while it was still on my head, and hawk that scared the crapola out of me as it landed silent, but with authority about a foot above my mellon.


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    When I was around 17 I was checking my trapline south of Fairbanks and came across some wolves. No gun big enough with me to shoot them at the distance I encountered them so I decided to return the next evening. I found a brushy spot approx 5 ft x 5ft x 15ft it formed a triangle that was in the middle of the trail. The trail made a Y at that point and I could see down all three parts of the trails if I sat at the tip of the triangle of brush. The trails were wide enough for two snow machines so not much room between me and the woods across the trails. I figured, get there before dusk and maybe push it into the night. If the moon was right I could see whatever crosses the trail or runs down it (that's what they did the day before, stayed right on the hard pack running down the trail). I called until it got dark and decided to push it a little longer. Low and behold out pops two wolves, I watched for a minute as they walk down the trail closer to me, I raise the gun and they step off into the woods. Hit the mouth call again and they both step back out looking toward me. I lowered the call raised the gun. And then I swear 10 or so wolves started howling. Got puckered up a bit because it startled me. One minute real quiet and the next I was surrounded. I could hear one behind me howl. I don't know how close the others were but they were on each side of me howling and sounded like they were just off the trails less than 20 ft. This all took a few seconds and stunned me so i wasn't concentrating on the 2 in front of me any more. I looked back at the other two standing down the trail about 25 yards. The next thing I know the one behind me crunches some snow and lets out a howl so close now that he had to be just on the other side of the brush behind me, on the trail that crosses the top of the Y in the trail and creates the triangle of brush. I spun around and just got a face full of brush and heard animals scatter. Stood there for a minute. I blew the whole hunt, because I got scared. Turned on the headlamp and started walking out, of course I had to look down at the trail 15 ft to the back of where I was sitting and there were wolf tracks just entering the triangle of brush. I must have turned just as he was entering. Scared as heck that night, kicking myself ever since for not pulling the trigger when I first had the chance. The others would have ran off with the crack of the 22-250.

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    A few years back I was on a Spring Bear Hunt with my son, who was barley into his teens, sitting a few hundred feet above the valley floor on the side of a mountain. The morning was growing thin and most of the wildlife had probably settled in for the approaching midday sun as I continued the stand.
    About 15 minutes into it I noticed my son had dozed off. No big deal as we had been hunting hard the last few days. As I sat motionless, calling and watching the brush below movement in front of me caught my attention.
    When I tilted my head upward gazing into the sky my eyes went wide open as I looked into the stare of a Red Tailed Hawk about ten feet away with open wings, swept back and talons outstretched , preparing to land in my lap!
    At the last nanosecond it swerved away and landed up on a snag twenty feet away with its head bobbing around. I can only imagine what it was thinking as it flew away.
    Thatís what I love about varmint calling. You never know what is going to show up!

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    Yes, I have called there several times since. I have not seen anything, but then that is the norm for me. Sure glad my life does not depend on my success calling. I'd be beyond poor.
    Great story on the wolves! How incredible that you got to see and hear them that close! I know you may be kicking yourself now, but hey, not every day a guy gets to live that dream. Too COOL!

    I like the birds landing on hats too. Nothing like being absolutely surprised by something you did not know was there.

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    Never had anything that intense happen to me at all....but I dont need anymore stress than I already do.

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    Had the wolf fortune or should I say misfortune twice (I do like seeing them, I still have never seen a wolverine alive or dead, except in a taxidermy shop stuffed). The other time was on the rex. I saw 3 of them running down the trail (one solid black) and they jumped off the side so we did a ride by. Drove for about 1 mile turned around and there they were again with fresh tracks over our wheeler tracks. They disappeared off the side, so we did the same ride by and come back. This time I was ready, but slinging a bullet straight down the trail wasn't right and they didn't hop to the clearing on my side. Drove by, but this time I stopped where they went in, armed with the rifle I walked into the woods and thigh high brush to see if I could catch them ducking and dodging through the trees. No luck. Got about 50 yards off the trail and One broke out about 10 ft from me like a rabbit headed back toward the trail the others broke left and right. They went in and hunkered down. Like a J.A. I had failed to check my rifle scope when I pulled it from the boot. It was on 9 and all I got was a real close look at brush and trees. Reinforced the idea of not having high power scopes when in thick brushy areas. Tried driving by a few more times throughout the rest of the trip with no more sightings. Didn't have a caller with me. Now I never leave without a caller in my pocket. That paid off on my sons bear this year.

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    Ive got so many I dont know where to begin so Ill just let a few flow out I suppose.

    Lets see......back home we where hunting the Bennet Ranch just outside of Tombstone and I swear I was making love to that call it sounded so purty I was paying no never mind to anything but the sweet notes I was throwing to the wind when I swear my soul jumped out of me like an out of body experience. You see I was laying down with me half buried up into some tumbleweeds when a freaking redtailed Hawk lands a few feet away from me.scared the dickens out of me.I think when I spit that call outta my mouth he thought it was something cause he started to hop towards me. Ill never forget them big ol eyes peering at me so intensely and wanting to eat whatever I was and his wings splayed out. You just had to be there.

    'Nother time we started a stampeded of Brahamas when we opened up on the 1st series, and them just running amuck all over that bottom. You see our caling was echoing off the hills and them dang cows where all over and dang near stampeded my buddy. Needless to say they escorted us all the way back to the truck.

    'Nother-nother time over in Skeleton Canyon (where Geronimo surrenderes) called in a heard of Javalinas which was cool, but then and this is a 1st for me...never have topped this... but we called in some ******* that came up from Sonora.They beelined it right towards are calling, so my calling partner and I mosied on over to each other and came up with a game plan. He took one Gully and I another bout a 1/2 mile off.Well they started towards him as he was calling and when about a 1/2 mile off I chimed in and he left to get the truck, and they started onto me.I led em away from the truck and closer to the road.Then I hoofed it back to the truck and we hightailed it on outta there.

    You see them fellas was packin' packs which aint a good sign and I wasnt about to mistaken for a Mexican as Im a Puerto Rican and them thinking Im to Coyote they was looking for to drop there load.......If'n you know what I mean.Anyhow,got tons more. Ill save the Expedition into Mexico with 4 rifles,2 shotguns and 2 pistols for another day.Just dont ask me how we ended up in Mexico, the snow, the drunks, or that freaking railroad bed we high centered on.Until then hope this was long enough of a story.
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    Default All in a days work Dan

    Ok, I'm waiting for Ch. 2, The Mexican Border Crossing Adventure. I bet that Hawk looked huge sitting on you like that. I have never seen a javalina except on tv, can you shoot them if you call them? Any good to eat?

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    Javalina, mmmmm mmmmm, goood I garowntee!!!

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    Default Javalina........

    To answer your questions,yes you can shoot them when called in, provided its during season.And speaking of Javalina this one always comes to mind when the subject comes up.

    While out on stand near Sonoita overlooking a beautifully long and some what flat and wide wash we had caled in a coyote and dispatched him right quick,but the stand wasnt really all that great as the road was not long enough for a 2nd stand,but we always gave it a try.

    On tis day it was late and we pretty much said screw it lets try soemthing different and walk down the ridge a 1/2 mile around the bend,hopefully our calling never reached over there,long story short as my partner was in his 1st series and sitting lower down the ridgeline than I was and right off the bat I spotted a big ol boar Javalina just a getting with it and tearin that wash up hoofin it towards us.

    And there I was throwing stones at my pard trying to get his attention.......fruitlessly I mite add.Now with this Javalina coming up that hillside full bore and him payning no never mind to his left since I was there he kept a blowin on that Scercy caller and me chunking rocks now at him, and now Im worried.

    All I can say was when he heard that pig it was just about to late and him cussin "you son of a 8itch" and butt stroked that pig.......By now Im in tears laughiing and that pig was doing a Custer 360 around him and Daryl just a kickin and yellin.And like that the pig trotted down that hill. Yeah he still cusses me when I mention that day as I did not warn him or come to his rescue.

    BTW! them pigs are delicious. best way is to have em comletely smoked and then cook the way you like.

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    Default Hunt'n in Mexico or, are you sure? Just where are we?

    Since your waiting here is our Mexican Expedition across the line.Back in highschool everyweekend my partner and I we'd hunt Coyotes every weekend and whatever else was in season.

    On this particular fall hunt we decided to go over Montezumas Pass and try our luck on the South side of the Huachucas and head down hwy 101.....Well you see 101 was at the time a known dirt road nicknamed 101 for all the drug runners coming out of Mexico,but we'd use this road and hit the line and then parallel it and hunt all them deep ravines and canyons headed towards Parker Canyon Lake,then we'd fish for a limit of trout for Dinner and repeat our trip headed back home.

    But this one particualr morning we ran across a nasty norther blowing in from Mexico and we pretty much had white out conditions for a spell. Mind you now we had a toyota with bald tires.Some how we turned on a wrong dirt road and ended up at the rim of this deep nasty looking Canyon and oh brother was it yelling Coues deer to us.With the road nasty as wet silt and slicker than the Valdez Oil spill we topped over and went for it,only we coudnt make it up the other side or back out.So we let half our air out of the tires and I carried a big boulder so as Daryl went up Id chunk tis boulder behind the tire to keep from sliding backwards.

    And of course we where not dressed for a winter storm this early.Well me made it, but the details are to long.We topped over and now it was raining,so we sat it out for a little while contemplating going back..........nah! which was the concensus.Well lets just follow the road and see where we come out I says.As long as we keep the Huachucas on our right we'll know where headed West and we might come out at Duquense (sp).

    Finally the weather breaks and its a beautiful cool day and sunny, looking good huh? As we make our way thru these nasty crags of a some hill country I spotted a Lion and gave pursuit.Talk about a high wahoo this day is gonna be good.Never thought about how skinny it was till later anyhow....as we kept travelingwe noticed the range was overgrazed.Come on the Rancher should know better than to do that to his stock 'specially since water is hard to come by.Now hwere trying to figure out why this is going on but there aint no stock to be seen.COVEY OF QUAIL....................HOLY COW LOOKIT EM ALL. and we bail out giving chase.And tis went on several times.It was by far the most Ive seen in quail anywhere to tis day.......thousands of birds everywhere, just huge coveys.Dang whoever drove that truck in the ditch is gonna cry when he gets back.Them Mexicans are gonna stealeverything huh Daryl?

    Daniel did ya notice there aint no bullet holes in it? Yeah! but no-one has found it yet probably.That aint right.Then we come to some RR tracks and the signs where in giberish, I mean Spanish.Daryl stops and stares for a sec and Im like what up? he says that aint right,its in Spanish.So anytime we get close to the line you know the signs change over was my reply.I think where in Mexico.........BS I said.We cant turn back cause of that canyon so we need to continue on.

    You know what the Federalies will do If they catch us with all these guns? Where gonna disappear.Dude I know this, but its either them or the drug runners and we only have so much ammo.Keep going.

    Off we head to God knows where.And then we spot our second truck in the ditch wiht no bullet holes.Now Daryl freaks.....IM TELLING YOU WHERE IN MEXICO. Dude how do you figure? His reply was no bullet holes.Mexicans aint got no guns,and If this was the states every dang car out in the desert always has bullet holes in em.....My eyebrow raises and I so agree, now Im worried.

    Im telling you we did not want to keep going and we steered clear of any Adobes and then we spied fresh tracks and after a few hours they where erratic and bam there it was in the ditch....I whisper Dary how much pistol ammo you got? 100 rounds or so.....and .243 ammo? a box. Um there's some wetbacks up yonder round the turn running this way,Ill head over along the right side of the road and when I ahve there attention you throw down with that .243 and my rifle is loaded also.Ill keep em looking at me and you'll be lined up on em.If anyone in the rear of the pack breaks out a knife you drop him and Ill get whoever is in front of me.

    Dude this aint good.So I walk down this muddy road and they all start yelling in Mexican blah-blah whatever and I dont get none of what they are sayingbut boy was they drunk (explains the truck in the ditch now) But I get enough that they want a ride to Santa Cruz....Im think Santa Cruz.....Santa Cruz.(folks look that up on your map) thats when I realized just how deep in Mexico we where.And I heard some horn honking and pointed that way saying...NO-GA-LES?.That ol boy looked at me then his friends and back at me not saying anything, just stared at me......thats when I cocked my pistol under my coat,he shifted his eyes down and back up at me,then half turned and pointed back towards NO-GA-LES and said " no-no-no.....Santa Cruz! and then points where the road turned and said Nogales "Para" something or another and Nogales.

    I motion for em to wait and walk back tot he truck. I jump in and told daryl to haul @ $ $ by them as fast as we can and head right.Anyhow this is so long now,that after a few hours we make it to Nogales almost out of fuel, no food, no water, and Daryl is ready to bail out at the crossing and walk across If I get caught, atleast he could inform my parents and the authorities.

    Me looking like a Mexican and Daryl just scared to death he finally gives into staying with me and I get to the Federalies,and they just motioned me into the states,but then I get the Americans to pull me over and want to inspect my truck.Long story short now.......to late huh? lol! I explain to the Officer just exactly what we had and what we did, didnt hold nothing back,30 minutes later after running all the weapons and registration etc.. I was in the Office overlooking a map and doing my best trying to show where we crossed the line that wasnt marked.Sure is good to be an American I tell ya,and 22 years later Ive never hunted Hwy 101 againI keep like a 50 mile buffer zone along the line that I shy from whenever Im home

    Thats my hunting story on the time I was lost.And I might add my map reading skills have improved.

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    ahaahahhah I heard the full unabridged version tonight.. what a great story...!!!!!!!!!!!!
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    Smile Lost or confused?

    Heck, lost means maybe you ended up in Portugal or something. You were only moderately inconvenienced. Could not have been lost. So how did mom and dad take the story?
    And how in the double heck can your buddy on the coyote turned javalina hunt be upset? You tried to warn him, and he was calling. You did what any good friend would have done, laughed till you cried. He ought to be happy you did not plunk him in the head with one of those rocks!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Ak River Rat View Post
    Heck, lost means maybe you ended up in Portugal or something. You were only moderately inconvenienced. Could not have been lost. So how did mom and dad take the story?
    And how in the double heck can your buddy on the coyote turned javalina hunt be upset? You tried to warn him, and he was calling. You did what any good friend would have done, laughed till you cried. He ought to be happy you did not plunk him in the head with one of those rocks!
    To this day mom and dad do not know I was south of the border.'cept the one time I came home wiht a bullet hole in the truck while hunting Dove down there, then dad knew I was hunting close to the line.

    So come on ppl there have to be more of you all out there with some crazy stories.

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