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Name: Anonymous
Date: 30 Nov 2005

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A man and his friend were hunting deer in rural Idaho near a blacktop highway. A huge buck walked by and the hunter carefully drew his bow and took careful aim. Before he could release his arrow, his friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing on the road below their stand. The hunter slowly let off the pressure on his bow, took off his hat, bowed his head and closed his eyes in prayer. His friend was amazed. "Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen. You are the kindest man I have ever known." The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 35 years."

Name: Buddy Woods
Date: 25 Nov 2005

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It was Thanksgiving day in Palmer Alaska and a fellow worker and I decided to give the mountain goats up the Knik River a look. We’d seen some 10 inch billys along the ridge on the south side of the river about 20 miles form town. So we got out the Sub Cub and gassed it up. The weather was threatening snow but at 10am it was just a dull grey overcast at about 1500 feet with more than 5 miles of visibility, no wind. We took off heading up the river and climbed up to 500 feet where we could see all of the Knik valley and headed east along the south side of the valley. Fifteen minutes later, across from Friday Creek we saw a band of Dall sheep, six rams, so we dropped down to check them out. I had a Texan client that was paying me several thousand dollars a year to let him know when I spotted any ram over 40 inches and there appeared to be two full curl rams in this bunch. We came in along the snow covered barren hogback with the sheep about 20 yards off our right wing and around 20 feet below us. Two of the rams were indeed full curl but the typical tight curl of the Chugiak Mountains equated to around 38 inches, nice rams but nothing to call Texas about so I pulled the stick to the right and put a little up into the elevator and we went back to goat hunting. Just passed the Knik glacier there is a steep little gully that cuts back into the south wall of the valley and as we flew by there he was, a lone billy, more yellow than white and with the bare snow hill side for a background he stood out like a bright sign (SHOOT ME). First we need to check out his size though. So, I banked out in to the valley and eased back on the stick to gain the 500-600 feet we needed to head into the gully. By the time we’d made the 360 we were exactly level with the lone goat so in we went. As we flew by the billy’s horns were as long as his face, it was time to make a landing but not in this slot so I put the throttle to the firewall and pulled the nose straight up the 150 horse power Lycoming screamed but up we went in a vertical climb of a couple of hundred feet and when our airspeed was 10 mph I kicked full right rudder and aileron and did a hammer-head 180 turn around and we head back down the gulley and into the valley for a landing. We landed about three miles from the billy and somewhere around 1,000 feet lower in four to six feet of snow. Out of the Cub and on with the snowshoes. We started up the west side of the gulley, in billy was on the east side of the gully but we estimated it to be no more than 300 yards wide where we hoped to get a shot. TO BE CONTINUED..

Name: Jess Huckins
Date: 24 Nov 2005
 

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Just wanted to share my hunting story from this last weekend. I went elk hunting with three friends and we all split up. I started hunting up this beautiful ridge and decided to make my way over threw the draw. I started following some fresh elk tracks which soon turned into mountain lion tracks too. I then turned to start back up to meet the ridge I was originally hunting on. I kept hearing something behind me. At first I thought it was gae or those dam squirrels then I thought I was crazy and just being paranoid. After about 45 minutes of hearing something behind me, turning around to see nothing there...I finally spotted a mountain lion stalking me. It would hide every time I turned around. Thinking to myself "OH SHIT" I starting hiking faster and harder and the noise kept getting closer. I turned around to find the mountain lion 50 ft behind me in the bushes crouched down in pounce mode. So I shot my gun towards the lion just above it in the trees. I did not stick around to see what he did or how big he was....I got out of their quick. My heart races every time I retell this story. I have never had such a creepier feeling than I did while I was being followed. The human intuition is amazing. Be careful out their if you are hunting around Missoula I have talked to several friends who have similar instances this year. Watch your back and good luck hunting.
 

Name: Jim Merwin
Date: 20 Nov 2005


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Here is one of my favorite hunting stories. It was the Montana elk hunting season of 2002. I was hunting the high country searching for the elusive Wapiti. There was about two feet of snow & I was roughly six miles from my truck, just starting to think about lunch when I heard a branch snap down this old semi grown in clear cut. I knelt down on one knee when out of the timber came two rag horn bulls. I pulled my 7mm ultra to my shoulder took aim on the front bull then the next, when something caught my eye. It was the biggest bull I’ve ever seen & he was just 168yds below me feeding. Just as I was about to shoot he stepped behind one of the younger bulls. I thought to myself, “Do I move & take the chance of spooking them or do I sit tight and wait? If I wait they may end up in that thick timber below them.” I decided I needed to reposition. Well just my luck they spotted me & headed straight down into the timber. They weren’t too spooked so I thought I might be able to side hill around & see if I could spot them again. Well two hours later I was around the hill looking down in a hole when I spotted him. I pulled the range finder out he was 380yds. I knew the 7mm could handle it. I took a deep breath aimed high on his shoulder & squeezed the trigger. Down he went. He was the biggest bull I’ve ever shot 7 X 7, he scored 360. Montana elk hunting is quite the adrenaline rush. Thanks for sharing my story.