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31 minutes ago, Farmer77 said:

I was charged by a bobcat! 

I used to operate a bobcat, does that count?

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Saw a fee deer and foxes in my day and my dog likes to chase rabbits and squirrels, but that's about it. I'd love to live somewhere with more wildlife. My dream is moving to Canada.

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Here's another ive posted before 

I had spent the day fishing on the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska. It was late in the season so we had what seemed like the whole peninsula to ourselves . After spending the day bouncing around between the major waters we stopped to hit one last small creek as it dumped into Skilak lake before we headed home. My buddy and I separated and I found a nice deep bend in the river to drag a fly through. It took a bit of work to get myself into casting position on the outside corner of the bend. As I was tying on a cream-orange egg pattern I heard a deep quick growl.

I had already had several bear encounters that year so my nerves were a little frayed despite the fact that this didnt sound like a bear and I grabbed the pepper spray and turned around to see nothing. Scanning the woods I saw absolutely  nothing no movement , no sound, nothing. Then it happened again, this time what sounded like a frustrated sigh followed by a slightly deeper and longer growl seemingly coming from two feet in front of me. The sense of dread and terror was immediately overwhelming. 

I was in the middle of a powerlifting kick at the time so I was weighing around 300# . I wish some NFL scouts had been there because despite the years of being trained not to do what I was about to do my instinct kicked in and I ran like the hounds of hell themselves were chasing me. I was taking out trees, leaping stumps straight sprinting, I didnt even slow down as I reached my buddy who was fishing closer to the car but he saw me coming and followed suit. Reaching the car I still felt that overwhelming sense of dread but we sat for a good half an hour looking for whatever it was that made that sound never seeing a thing

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11 minutes ago, ExpandMyMind said:

I used to operate a bobcat, does that count?

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Saw a fee deer and foxes in my day and my dog likes to chase rabbits and squirrels, but that's about it. I'd love to live somewhere with more wildlife. My dream is moving to Canada.

Haha Ive spent a little time bouncing around in one of those myself. Fun little b******* under the right circumstances! 

Where at in Canada? The west coast is unbelievably beautiful, I looked at taking a job up there at one point.

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6 minutes ago, Farmer77 said:

Haha Ive spent a little time bouncing around in one of those myself. Fun little b******* under the right circumstances! 

Where at in Canada? The west coast is unbelievably beautiful, I looked at taking a job up there at one point.

Probably just outside Vancouver - somewhere near the wilderness but not too far from civilisation. It has among the best climates in the country which appeals to me. I always fancied it, but their cannabis laws have converted me forever. I have siblings in Australia and have dreamed about that too but I prefer weather, seasons, and not having to worry about giant spiders and snakes. I could probably take a Canadian bear though. Me and the pup :lol:

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I found these a few years back in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. Followed her previous adventures.( You DO NOT actively track a big cat) but lost track of her. I knew it was a "her" because of the cub tracks.

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6 minutes ago, Piney said:

I found these a few years back in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. Followed her previous adventures.( You DO NOT actively track a big cat) but lost track of her. I knew it was a "her" because of the cub tracks.

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I have found a few cougar scrapes over the years, always makes me glance over my shoulder for a while. Is that a Virginia Dragoon .44 cal single action? Looks just like mine.

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25 minutes ago, Piney said:

I found these a few years back in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. Followed her previous adventures.( You DO NOT actively track a big cat) but lost track of her. I knew it was a "her" because of the cub tracks.

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Whoa Piney, you got cowboy hat to go with those?

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Just now, OverSword said:

Whoa Piney, you got cowboy hat to go with those?

Cowboy hats and boots with riding heels are for suburban rednecks and country line dancers. You would like hanging out with Indian ranch hands. We're all metal heads.

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8 minutes ago, BorizBadinov said:

I have found a few cougar scrapes over the years, always makes me glance over my shoulder for a while. Is that a Virginia Dragoon .44 cal single action? Looks just like mine.

Beretta SSA in 45 Long Colt. The little guy is a Ruger .22 Bearcat. They are both not mine anymore. I lost them when I went to prison.

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5 minutes ago, Piney said:

Cowboy hats and boots with riding heels are for suburban rednecks and country line dancers. You would like hanging out with Indian ranch hands. We're all metal heads.

I was a ranch hand as a kid.  Worked on a boarding ranch where all the little rich girls kept their horses.  I didn't get paid much but I could ride when I wanted.  Fixing broken fences and shoveling horse manure out of the stalls was the best job I ever had.

 

Edit to add, I had a cowboy hat but I never wore it at work.

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Just now, OverSword said:

I was a ranch hand as a kid.  Worked on a boarding ranch where all the little rich girls kept their horses.  I didn't get paid much but I could ride when I wanted.  Fixing broken fences and shoveling horse manure out of the stalls was the best job I ever had.

I'm not talking about those ranchs. I'm talking about riding 64 miles of fence and baby sitting 500 head of cattle. :lol:

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That's a shame, look like nice pieces. I'm a big fan of Ruger but never had a Berretta. 

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3 minutes ago, BorizBadinov said:

That's a shame, look like nice pieces. I'm a big fan of Ruger but never had a Berretta. 

I wanted what Kevin Costner carried in Wyatt Earp because of the smoked nickle finish so I called The Blue Dome. They told me they didn't make the piece, Beretta did. Then the guy said Beretta made a better product anyway (great Colt salesman huh?). When I took it for it's speed job the smith would only use Colt parts so it had colt guts. 

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Just now, Piney said:

I wanted what Kevin Costner carried in Wyatt Earp because of the smoked nickle finish so I called The Blue Dome. They told me they didn't make the piece, Beretta did. Then the guy said Beretta made a better product anyway (great Colt salesman huh?). When I took it for it's speed job the smith would only use Colt parts so it had colt guts. 

Well I have heard Berretta makes a fine weapon, just pricier than I was willing to spend at the time. I just let my boys buy them now and I borrow them. :D

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26 minutes ago, Piney said:

I'm not talking about those ranchs. I'm talking about riding 64 miles of fence and baby sitting 500 head of cattle. :lol:

I rode a good 40 acres of fence myself.  Spent plenty of time trying to get creosote out of my hair too.  Now that's ranching baby :)

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1 minute ago, BorizBadinov said:

Well I have heard Berretta makes a fine weapon, just pricier than I was willing to spend at the time. I just let my boys buy them now and I borrow them. :D

Cheaper than a Colt SAA. 

 When they started building the Indian casinos, they were burning out briar patches and setting up meth labs in the holes. My 17 Enfield no longer cut the mustard as a saddle gun. My stepmother gave me her Ruger mini 30. and she bought a AR15. A Bushmaster because it was better and cheaper than the damn Colt.

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3 minutes ago, OverSword said:

I rode a good 40 acres of fence myself.  Spent plenty of time trying to get creosote out of my hair too.  Now that's ranching baby :)

Dove, trust me I have to get pine sap out every night.

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I got chased by a wild animal once. It was an emu, I was maybe 10 at the time so it seemed pretty big and it was scary as hell!

It was on a track down into a nature reserve across the road from my house, I had to jump into a thick scrub of bracken with my dog and scream at it until it went away. Got nicely scratched up too.

It would have been pretty funny to watch, I was running as fast as I could at the time but was not going to outrun it by a long shot. 

They did have nests near the lake in that area, so probably just a protective mummy. The chicks were so cute. We would go and get the eggs that didn’t hatch and had been abandoned, very pretty eggs, drained and placed on a shelf.

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2 minutes ago, Timonthy said:

I got chased by a wild animal once. It was an emu, I was maybe 10 at the time so it seemed pretty big and it was scary as hell!

It was on a track down into a nature reserve across the road from my house, I had to jump into a thick scrub of bracken with my dog and scream at it until it went away. Got nicely scratched up too.

It would have been pretty funny to watch, I was running as fast as I could at the time but was not going to outrun it by a long shot. 

They did have nests near the lake in that area, so probably just a protective mummy. The chicks were so cute. We would go and get the eggs that didn’t hatch and had been abandoned, very pretty eggs, drained and placed on a shelf.

Those big birds will hurt a little kid. I watched a swan tear up a kid next to Batsto lake when I was about 12.

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8 minutes ago, Piney said:

Dove, trust me I have to get pine sap out every night.

I'm jealous.  Although I do sit in an office with a view or the Olympic Mountains, Elliott Bay and the Space Needle so I guess it aint all bad.

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3 minutes ago, OverSword said:

I'm jealous.  Although I do sit in an office with a view or the Olympic Mountains, Elliott Bay and the Space Needle so I guess it aint all bad.

My brother who is a year younger than me is the director of the biggest pediatric clinic in PA. He is unhappy, grey, wrinkled stressed out and overweight and I have 20 somethings ogling me in the dojo and I laugh at everything. Who is more successful? 

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I was almost taken out by a mother grouse once.

It was a one lane road into the block we were working and she had about eight chicks behind her, waddling up the road. I parked and got out to 'shoo' them off the road. She took exception, turned around and came flying claw first at my face.

True story bro.

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I had a four foot plus monitor lizard eye me munching down some fired chicken the other night ... must have been real hungry cause it kept flicking the tongue at me (or chicken)

Been a wet and drenching month over the week so carrion must have been poor pickings in the area.

Tossed the bones over at it and it gobbled them all up ... and turned to leave when there was none left ... without so much as a thank you ...

I guess it was the tax collector for the night ...

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