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Harriest predicament you've ever found yourself in while in the woods?
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<blockquote data-quote="tanasirivertea" data-source="post: 5278919" data-attributes="member: 22741"><p>When I was 13, I was dying to go deer hunting after having gotten my license. I'd been a few times before as an observer with older cousins and other family members. My dad hated it. Loved small game and bird hunting tho. Anyway I was begging him to take me and instead "lets" me stay at his weirdo drunk druggie friend's house with his insane kids and hunt their property. "Lets" meaning I was told this was what's happening with my whole weekend. My dad was a druggie so he saw no prob with me handling live firearms totally unsupervised with some sketchy teens that I knew from school but purposely avoided. Needless to say, dad drops me off and while eating a PB & J for supper I asked the druggie dude what time were we getting up to hunt, whereon the property, etc. And the older kid (probably 17/18 yrs ol) says "dad's friend ricky is gonna take us hunting." So now someone I have no knowledge of is taking me hunting? Dude shows up the next day in a jacked up 4x4 at nearly lunchtime to drive us around and shoot from the road. I couldn't believe this was the big idea!! I wanted to vomit. This was 1993 and no cell. I wasn't even sure if dad's druggie friend had a phone. I get pressed into going. Within a couple hours, the other younger druggie guy's kid gut shots a big ol buck from the road on an unknown owner's property. Buck takes off, never to be seen despite an hour of tracking. We drive more and eventually its my turn which I refuse to shoot this doe in another unknown landowner's property. It becomes a whole ordeal!! Lots of taunting and jeering, yada yada... the stranger ricky driving us around takes out the rifle and goes to shoot this doe but it takes off angling behind the truck towards a curve in the road behind us. Dude pulls the trigger just as a sedan full of people comes to a screeching halt right as the doe crosses the road right in front of the sedan square in the middle of the curve!!! then dude jumps in the truck and drives like 100 mph away from the scene on these crazy curvy narrow chip gravel roads. scared me to death! next I was threatened with my life not to say anything. I agreed thru tears, not sure if I had just saw someone shot or if the shot missed the car, the insane driving, the fact I've been involved in illegal hunting all day, the fact that my lazy druggie dad had better things to do and the option was leaving me with these pricks. regardless no one wound up hurt. I never saw the driver. i never spoke to those two brothers again. I told my dad and he acted like it didn't happen. It was 17 years before I went deer hunting again. In the meantime I went squirrel and rabbit hunting a handful of times, dove hunting for a few scattered seasons. Just literally took forever to find peace with it all.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="tanasirivertea, post: 5278919, member: 22741"] When I was 13, I was dying to go deer hunting after having gotten my license. I'd been a few times before as an observer with older cousins and other family members. My dad hated it. Loved small game and bird hunting tho. Anyway I was begging him to take me and instead "lets" me stay at his weirdo drunk druggie friend's house with his insane kids and hunt their property. "Lets" meaning I was told this was what's happening with my whole weekend. My dad was a druggie so he saw no prob with me handling live firearms totally unsupervised with some sketchy teens that I knew from school but purposely avoided. Needless to say, dad drops me off and while eating a PB & J for supper I asked the druggie dude what time were we getting up to hunt, whereon the property, etc. And the older kid (probably 17/18 yrs ol) says "dad's friend ricky is gonna take us hunting." So now someone I have no knowledge of is taking me hunting? Dude shows up the next day in a jacked up 4x4 at nearly lunchtime to drive us around and shoot from the road. I couldn't believe this was the big idea!! I wanted to vomit. This was 1993 and no cell. I wasn't even sure if dad's druggie friend had a phone. I get pressed into going. Within a couple hours, the other younger druggie guy's kid gut shots a big ol buck from the road on an unknown owner's property. Buck takes off, never to be seen despite an hour of tracking. We drive more and eventually its my turn which I refuse to shoot this doe in another unknown landowner's property. It becomes a whole ordeal!! Lots of taunting and jeering, yada yada... the stranger ricky driving us around takes out the rifle and goes to shoot this doe but it takes off angling behind the truck towards a curve in the road behind us. Dude pulls the trigger just as a sedan full of people comes to a screeching halt right as the doe crosses the road right in front of the sedan square in the middle of the curve!!! then dude jumps in the truck and drives like 100 mph away from the scene on these crazy curvy narrow chip gravel roads. scared me to death! next I was threatened with my life not to say anything. I agreed thru tears, not sure if I had just saw someone shot or if the shot missed the car, the insane driving, the fact I've been involved in illegal hunting all day, the fact that my lazy druggie dad had better things to do and the option was leaving me with these pricks. regardless no one wound up hurt. I never saw the driver. i never spoke to those two brothers again. I told my dad and he acted like it didn't happen. It was 17 years before I went deer hunting again. In the meantime I went squirrel and rabbit hunting a handful of times, dove hunting for a few scattered seasons. Just literally took forever to find peace with it all. [/QUOTE]
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