Reading Ann's thread on the picture of the eagle and fox got me to thinking of the most interesting things I've seen in the field over the past 35 years of hunting. Here's my number 1:

While hunting bear on Kodiak Island in the Spring of '99, we were weathered into our little cabin at Saltery Lake for a day. The cabin window looked out over the lake providing an uninterrupted view of almost the entire lake. The sky was fairly bright but the falling sleet was being driven almost horizontal by a stiff wind—not the kind of weather I wanted to hike around in. I looked across the lake and saw a Bald Eagle standing on the ice, facing into the wind. I figured the poor guy was injured but what I didn't notice right away was that he was standing next to a patch of open water where the beavers were occasionally coming and going. I didn’t think much more about it; turned up the stove and went back to my book.

The next morning the wind was gone and it looked like we'd get another good day of looking for bears. Scanning the lake from the cabin window I saw there were now two eagles standing out on the ice but this time I noticed the open water. I picked up my binoculars to take a look at them and just as I got the binoculars on them one of them jumped at the open water and took to the air, now with what looked to be about an 18" fish in its talons. Now, if anyone had told me that eagles liked ice-fishing I'd have told them they were crazy, but that's what I'd just seen first-hand. The most amazing thing I've ever seen while in the field.

What have you seen?

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What have you seen?

Two really hot girls doing each other on the deck of a hot springs in the backcountry.

Some images live with you forever

It was 1987 or 1988 on a hunt with my soon to be wife. Whilst walking through some low junipers I heard a bird scream, looked to my right, saw a camp robber bird (Clark's nutcracker) at full speed coming right at me. The unfortunate critter takes a hard right and behind him/her is either a prairie or peregrin falcon (probably a peregrin) right on his tail going about mach .75. A half-second later the camp robber gets nailed by the rear talons of the falcon and blows up into a ball of dislocated feathers, twisted wings and general avian disharmony. The falcon does a loop and lands on the corpus delicicus, stares at me and takes off with his meal. The collision happened about 10 yards from me and, according to my fiance, I screamed out a "Yeah!!" (the kind of "Yeah!!" you say when your favorite team gets a TD) when the falcon hit the camp robber.

It was way cool, I'll never forget it.

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What have you seen?

Two really hot girls doing each other on the deck of a hot springs in the backcountry.

Some images live with you forever

You are a sick man, Skinner----------wish I'd a been there, too!

On the way back to camp by boat after a day of caribou hunting at McKay Lake in the NWT, we watched four wolves chase and take down a cow caribou along the shoreline.

Sadly, I managed only one photo of the chase, but none of the actual kill because my camera battery went kaput, and my two spares were warm and toasty back at the camp. -TONY

One spring while riding an irrigation ditch looking for blowouts or trash.I rode through a hay field of just blooming san foin it is a beautiful plant with a bight red bloom.I saw a pair of ears hiding in the grass,thinking it was a jack rabbit I rode toward them only to find a set of twin antelope babies.It was a picture to die for but I didnt have my camera.w/regards

It was disgusting that Skinner would lower the tone of this thread by posting such a recollection. BTW, Skinner, just in the interest of accuracy so that we all can know how to avert such sights,where was that again that you saw that? Any chance of a repeat performance? In over 50 years of hunting, I never had such luck - excuse me, I mean such a bad experience!

About 5 years ago I was deer hunting back in my home state of ND. While my Dad and I were in the truck glassing a hay meadow, I saw some movement in the stubble feild about 30 yards away. Then I watched a rooster Pheasant jump up about 2 feet and come back down. Then he junped again with another male right with him.

We swung our respective Binos to the ruckus and watch a battle between these two roosters go on for almost 10 minutes. They would both jump a foot or so in the air, flapping wings and kicking and swinging those spurs trying to kill each other. I'll bet they jumped up like that 30 times while we watched. They finally noticed us and ran off.

I am happy to say I have about 5 minutes of footage including getting very close as we creeped the truck up to about 8-9 yards away without spooking them. Absolutly amazing!

FINDING folks nekked in the woods just isnt that unusal if you walk a lot of forest roads and trails. I'll bet over the years I have walked up on at elast 20 couples going at it in natures splendor because there couldn't possibly be anyone around

I live in an area infested, change that to heavily populated with Red tail hawks and owls, LOTS of Great Horned owls...
and the hawks REALLLLLYYYYY hate them. At night in the summer the owls can drive you crazy.

I am ghosting along on one of my walks and I hear this horrible racket going on. Through the trees I can see these 2 Red Tail hawks divng at something on the ground. I move really carefully so I can get close and the hawks are so concentrated on their mission they dont see me.

I am about 10 yards away and because of the ferns I can't see what they are diving on but finally the hawks notice me. They sort of back off for a fraction of a second when all of a sudden this HUGE Great Horned owl comes off the ground straight at me close enough to swat out of the air, it flares as it gets close and from out of nowhere the 2 hawks continue on, one of them almost flys through the owl as it is about 5 feet from me, the owl explodes with feathers(they have a LOT of feathers on them) but is still airborn. And it starts dodging through the trees with the 2 hawks in pursuit. It was like watching 2 fighters going after a bomber as they jinked through the trees out of sight.

It is hard to say what it the neatest thing. Have had birds land on me, deer step on me, had a moose almost step over me while I was in my sleeping bag, had a black bear almost wreck my truck while I was in it, shot a deer in self defense, had a wolf come up and smell at my boots... while I was still in them... while deer hunting, and have heard sounds in the forest that I have never heard before and have no clue what could have made them...

when it comes to being "out there" it is all special.

Two days ago we were trailing a wounded Aoudad through a particularly rough canyon and we found two caves that I didn't know were there.

One was about 150 feet long and you could walk upright through the entire thing. We didn't go into the other one so I do not know what it was like.

Several years ago while bow hunting; dressed in heavy camo decided to take a nice nap in the thick underbrush. Was awoken to find another getting ready to take a "dump" right on me.
That camo was TOO good!!!!
Lesson learned. Always wear blaze orange while napping

Three years ago, I was sitting in a tree stand when a little red wren landed on my knee. Thing sat there and sang for about two minutes before flying off.

Good camo I guess.

A couple of June's ago, I was in a tree stand beside a lake in north Manitoba hunting bears over bait with my bow. Several bears had come into the bait and a couple and even sniffed at the base of the tree in which I sat. Because the trees were so small, my stand was well below 10' high.

Two great things happened.

First, I heard a scrapping noise behind me and turned around to see a pretty nice-sized bear climb into the boat I'd tied against the bank only some 5 yards away. The bear smelled around a bit and then sat on the bow seat, looking aft, just as if he was a passenger awaiting the captain to crank the engine. He sat upright, human-like as could be and just stared out at the pinks and purples of the sunset (always beautiful up 58 degrees North!)

After a bit, he walked under me, took a fish from the bait pile and wandered off. I thought that was about as cool as anything that could happen... but..

About 10 minutes later, I had my bow across my legs, a book in one hand and was trying to drink some water out of a bottle with my other hand.

WHAM! The tree rocked like a tank hit it. I looked down and underneath my right arm (inbetween my feet and my shoulder) was a giant black head with little beady eyes). I shouted something like IIIIEEEEEEEIIII.... and the bear, apparently as scared as me, dropped to the ground and ran a few steps.

Both of us, honor and bravery being important, retrieved our composure. Manly again, albeit with a stain in my grundies, I glared at him, now five yards away... and he glared back. His hackles were up and he looked pretty darn dangerous. I tried to figure how to get rid of the bottle and book with out spooking him and get my recurve drawn. He was a whopper!

He turned to face me and just watched as I stuffed the book and bottle under my butt and began to draw my bow, but his body was now directly facing mine. No shot. He made a whoof that made me jump and in one motion disappeared into an old burn that was as thick as a bamboo hedge.

I could hear him moving away and he came out of the brush about 35 yards away and, right underneath a tree that was burned except for a tiny green top, sat on his fanny like a fat guy at the beach. As soon as he sat down, a coal-black raven flew up and landed on the tree above him and bent over and started Raven Talk? The bear listened (or so it seemed) and then stood up and swung his paws around in some sort of demonstration. They both then looked my way and would alternately caw or whoof. Finally, after ten or so whoof and caws, the raven swooped down towards me and coming quite close, banked hard away and pumping wings with determination and seemingly screaming in disgust, flew away.

The bear sat back down, scratched himself a few times and with one last whoof, walked over the hill behind him to be seen no more.

I now know the basis of all the Indian stories about animals talking to each other, etc. Damn sure looked like it to me!

I add this paragraph because I realized that this is about "American" Hunting.... but maybe Canada fits if you just put a North in front? Sorry!

Threw a pin from my climber at two grey foxes last year while bow hunting because they kept playing under my tree. Hit one of them in the butt and they both ran off. 30 seconds later that little sob came back, picked up the metal pin, looked up at me for a second, and hauled butt! (With my pin of course).

Was hunting on the ground and had a falcon dive out of the sky and catch a squirrel right above then land about 5 feet from my boots. He got a gold hold on the squirrel and flew away. That squirrel was giving him fits the whole time. Beautiful Grey Falcon.

I've had some owls dive at my face while bow hunting in full camo. I think they saw my eyes move and thought it to be a small meal. Sure wake you up on a slow afternoon.

I've seen piles of other intresting things too.

I love to be in the woods. I try to explain to non-hunters that it's not about the kill, it's about seeing God's beautiful creations...


Reloader

I have many great memeories but the most recent one was last week while deer hunting. My buddies GPS said the major feed was from 3:30 to 4:30 that day and the weather was a little rainy so I chose the afternoon hunt in a tree house by a food plot rather than my climber. At 3:30 I saw 7 turkeys headed into the field and they scratched around an area that some hogs had rooted up until 4:35 and then they all fell in line like someone had blown a whistle or something and marched right back to where they came from. Feeding tables do work at times. The deer's clock was broke I guess.

Well, this was on a fishing trip but it was stil pretty interesting.

While floating down the Missouri a canada goose flew about 30 feet over the drift boat, it was honking and flapping like mad. It got about 50 yards infront of us and a golden eagle slammed into it. The eagle bearly made it to the bank with its prize. We drifted about 20 yards away from the eagle sitting on the very dead goose. The eagle appeared to be quite spent, panting and such, it just glared at us. Pretty much made the day.

Was shooting at a red fox going up a steep cliff-like Wyoming hillside, missing it of course. Mr. Fox had a narrow escape trail along a steep ledge and he encounted a doe mule deer with a fawn right behind her on the same little trail. The doe commenced to lashing out at the fox with her front feet. She'd rear up and really flail at him. So he retreated back down where I could get a shot at him (usual results, but close). So he ran back up the little rocky trail and encountered the doe again who commenced flailing at him. In a matter of about 15 seconds this happened twice. Mr Fox knew he was in deep doo-doo, betwixt a wild-eyed old doe and a wild shooter. So he went for broke and made a new trail up a near vertical rocky ledge.

By then I was laughing real hard and wishing him well.

Two incidents really come to mind. Last year, while hunting caribou in Quebec, a martin (hope this is the right species) walked over my boots! Then it turned, looked at me like in a double-take, and watched me for a minute.
The other event was in Colorado. I was watching some vultures circling when they flew over me and started to slowly descend. I played dead until three of them landed near me. This being a little too close, I waved my hands and went BOO! They flew off as my hunting buddy came up and said, "I don't know whether its your smell, or your age that convinced them you were dead."
With friends like that, I don't need any enemies.

I was floating in my raft on the Yampa River and
I came around a corner and on a tiny beach were
two Canada geese hanging out. All at once a bald
eagle came out of the sky in a dive at the geese
He must of misjudged a little bit and landed between the geese, all hell broke loose and after
a few minutes it was geese 2 eagle 0.
They really put a whoppin on the eagle.
Later I was talking to one of the guys, who was
a Wyoming fish cop ( Meteetse Wyo) He had seen it from a distance and said that the eagle was trying to get the geese to fly up and when they didn't and landed he lost.
One of the really neat things is the tremendous amount of elk sheds we find hiking out of camp in the the afternoon This is where
the bulls from unit 10,2,1 and 201 winter.
it is in Dinosaur Nat. Monument so you can't
pick them up Oh you can but don't get caught
Charlie

Getting to Couse Deer hunt requires lots of glassing and you see some pretty amazing stuff sometimes.

But I think the neatest thing I did was help my brother kill his first deer. I spotted the Couse buck about a 1/2 mile mile and sent him to a spot to kill it when it stood up from napping. It took 4 hours. When the buck finally stood up I watched my brother miss 6 times. He reloaded twice. Then on his last bullet he had easily accessable, he made a perfect shot and the deer nose dived to the ground. It was awesome and a great expirence to help my brother kill his first deer.

I once saw a osprey dive down and catch a 5 lb northern out of a half frozen lake,
watched him strain to gain altitude with the flopping fish,then he dropped it on to the ice,and a bald eagle flew in,took the northern off the ice,flew away a few hundred yards,landed on the ice and started to eat it.

I was bunny hunting along the Green river, in some willows/sage bottoms, had one rabbit hanging from my left hand, about 8 inches of snow, when a white weasel came right up to the cottentail and grabbed it and started to try to pull it from my grasp.. he was growling and squeaking like mad, so I field dressed the bunny, and the little monster came up and actually took the entrails from my extended hand.. he would take them back under a bush, and come back for more.. last I saw of him was a big chunk of rabbit fur heading for the bushes.. and no camera... Les

my dad and i were bear hunting behind his house, with fairly poor luck. i made a poor shot on a beautiful red bear, just winged him. my dad saw him running flat out three hundred yards from where we first saw him. slight blood trail that petered out quickly...

anyway, my dad found a nice 6 point elk shed and was packing it around. we heard an elk bugle about 200 yards away. thought we'd go check it out. my dad was halfheartedly grunting. then the elk started answering! we got a little more serious about getting close...

with dad grunting and raking bushes with the shed, the bull was getting pretty worked up! as we got closer, the bull was working his way up the hill. at around 100 yards, it became apparent that dad's antics were not as impressive as we thought. there were two bulls bugling back and forth, then we heard them clash. the wind was in our favor, so we continued toward the bulls. trees and bushes were swaying with their movements, dust everywhere. they fought their way up the hill towards us while we hid behind a shrinking rose bush. when they seperated, for the first time we got an idea what kind of bulls these were. the smaller 6x6 had somewhat thin horns with shorter tines, but he was W I D E and T A L L! the other bull had blood on 3 tines - his dagger and the 2 tines below. his horns were narrow, but the mass was incredible. his daggers were somewhere around 2.5 feet long, his brow tines at his nose. the bases were bigger around than my arms, and he carried the mass all the way out to his tips. they clashed again and again, digging at the ground, dust and bushes flying everywhere. they were almost belly-down on the ground pushing against each other so hard. they would split, rest, only to go at it again and again. our rose bush shrunk smaller and smaller the closer they came. when it was just our tiny rose bush between us and them - 10 feet, we figured at the same time that was close enough. they were so intent on each other and the wind was still in our favor, they would have bowled us over without a thought. we both threw our hands up and shouted when they split the last time. they snorted and trotted off, staring at us, trying to figure out what we were. at around 50 yards, they went back to fighting.

the smell of their musk was powerful, mixing with the dust and debris. it was, without a doubt, the most amazing thing i have ever seen in the woods. my dad agrees. 50 years of hunting, he said he's never been that close to fighting bulls. he's stuck bulls with his bow where the arrow had not left the bow before it was in meat, and this was the most impressive thing he's seen.

there is only two big bull tags for that area, and we know who gets them each year. our friend larry drew, and towards the end of the season, his usual spots not panning out, he tried our area. he scored with 340-360 bull, i cant recall which it was, but i saw the horns at his shop. the narrowness, length and mass were pretty familar. though larry shot the bull, my dad and i agree, we got the better experience with that bull.

Finding a dead hunter in Idaho in his tree stand. I asked him if he "saw" anything, no reply, no movement. Checked him out closer, saw that he was dead so I left and called the sheriff. The cops had a hell of a time getting him down. The Sgt. had the same idea as me of taking a chainsaw and cutting down the tree. Autopsy was a heart attack. What a way to go........

There are so many, two come to mind. I had a black bear come into my bait and walk right up my stand, it smelled the sole of my boot. I moved and it just kind of looked at me. I never got that bear. Another event I remember is a bald eagle coming in and picking up a dead duck in my decoys, another time one flew in and hit a decoy...memories

Over the years I can think of a bunch of neat sightings:

A lump in the grass turning into a full grown mountain lion leaping up to chasing a legal buck I was glassing on the last day of deer season.

A piglet that walked across a 60 acre crop field going in a straight line but about 10 steps forward and 3 or 4 steps back for the whole distance. (Watching him felt like being on a committee .

A large boar that was chasing cows and then laying in the middle of a field. He was really panicking the cows. They would bellow at him and charge back then he'd lay down for a while, rest and chase them again. The boar did that for 20 minutes or so... not quite long enough to let us work our way to him.

There are so many neat things that are reoccurring too. Such as seeing the new born fawns, piglets, rabbits, etc. I'll never get tired of seeing birds hit by hawks in mid-air. Watching hawks take dead birds from hunters. Seeing ground squirrels hypnotized by rattle snakes. Flat-out 30mph chases of jackrabbits by coyotes (including 90 degree turns, dust everywhere).

Fun stuff that makes hunting so interesting.

Kyler

I was hunting axis deer here in south Texas and we went up into a 20 foot blind to observe for a while, just before dawn. As the sun came up and the morning mist began to clear, all the movement started. First came the hogs, then some elk, sika deer, fallow deer, and then some impala, all ghosting out of the brush and mist, silent and majestic. Then an owl tried to fly into the blind and set up camp, so we left to hunt.

On a rainy and cold mid-winter morning before dawn, on a hunt in south Texas back in the early 80's, I was riding in the truck while the ranch owner "put out" the hunters in elevated box blinds. My buddy climbed the ladder at his stand and opened the door to have three "non-resident aliens" who were getting out of the wet and cold, come scrambling over the top of him to disappear in the brush. I thought I'd bust a gut laughing!

Like a lot of people I keep a spare "squirrel arrow" in my quiver. One day I was getting ready to leave and a squirrel came scrambling by. I took a shot at it but missed. The squirrel jumped, looked at the arrow quivering in the ground and just freakin attacked. He tore the crap out of my carefully fletched arrow. I don't know what he was thinking it was but he didn't like it.

A few years back my ex g/f, my son and myself were climbing up a steep hillside not a mile from town. We sat down to catch our breath and I was glassing the valley below when I spotted a sow grizzly and a young cub putting a stalk on a fair sized bull moose that was bedded. We sat there for almost an hour and watched the sow and cub get closer and closer, the bull must have known they were there as he was looking in that direction the whole time. He must have thought to himself, thats close enough, as he proceeded to get up and trot away from the bears. It was a cool experience to share with my son and he was mesmerized by the whole ordeal. Thats the closest I've ever come to seeing a bear take down a moose.

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Finding a dead hunter in Idaho in his tree stand. I asked him if he "saw" anything, no reply, no movement. Checked him out closer, saw that he was dead so I left and called the sheriff. The cops had a hell of a time getting him down. The Sgt. had the same idea as me of taking a chainsaw and cutting down the tree.

Now THAT is funny. Lot of good stories here but Whelenizer's made me spew an adult beverage all over my monitor. Quite a unique WTF moment.

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Finding a dead hunter in Idaho in his tree stand. I asked him if he "saw" anything, no reply, no movement. Checked him out closer, saw that he was dead so I left and called the sheriff.....

Gives a whole new meaning to the words 'still hunting'!

Sorry. Couldn't resist.

I once found a money box from a bank robbery. Unfortunately it was empty.

On another opportunity I hunted on the outskirts of a village. A guy parked his car nearby, walked to the tree where I had my stand, put on rubber gloves, smoked some kind of drug, got back into his car and drove away.

Once sitting on a stand while still dark an olw came in from behind and landed on my head. That was quite scary.

This past season I was watching a group of does on a sendero in South Texas when a coyote steps out of the brush right in the middle of them. The does all turned and pointed their noses at the coyote. For all the world it looked like a brace of bird dogs on point over a covey of quail. Real interesting to watch.

Have been lucky to have had many wonderful days in the field. A couple of especially memorable events:

1) Got to watch a Peregrin Falcon hunt and take a rabbit in a field in Western Virginia years ago. Amazing to see the stoop and the kill!

2) Once upon a lovely cold and clear morning along the Appalacian Trail in South Western Virginia I sat down in a side trail near a confluence of deer trails. Was one of those wonderful mornings when the sunlight streamed through the forest canopy and made the hoar frost just glow.

I hear something down the trail that doesn't sound quit right. Up the trail toward me walks a ruffled grouse. He's obviously bleary eyed and is looking for that first cup of coffee. He staggers and meanders towards me ... closer and closer. The walks right up and literally trips over my boot.

He straighens himself up and shakes off the trail dust. And you can just see him say to himself ... "What the Heck ... there was nothing there last night!" He looks around at me and it finally registers. He instantly does the B52 launch to get outta Dodge. I still chuckle when I think about that

3) My middle son was stationed on Kodiak Island with the Coast Guard a decade or so ago. We were invited up to visit. They took us to the top end of the island. We got to watch what seemed like hundreds of Bald Eagles milling about in the air and the rock ledges. An amazing sight!

To great days in the field and wonderful memories

I can think of a couple. The first, I was sitting in one of my favorite deer spots on the ground and I kept hearing the blue jays just making a rukus. I didn't think much about it until they got in the tree I was sitting under and went nuts. I thought they were screaming at me as usual. I watched them for a minute and then figured it out when I looked down to watch the 6' water moccasin crawl across my boots. Check your shorts time!

The second was when my 19 year old son, 10 year old daughter and I were deer hunting in Nebraska. It is very open where we hunt. My son went to sit on the side of the hill he normally occupied and my daughter and I went glassing. We found a set of three does lying under a tree across the gully from us. We decided to make a stalk. There was about 6 inches of snow. We backed off the hill we were on very carefully and began to circle. We figured out there was not enough cover to walk, so we began crawling through the snow on the side of a hill for the next hour in order to get close for the shot. I pulled to a sitting position behind a little scrub brush with her right with me, so she could see. Just as I flipped the safety off to shoot, my son on the next hill shot at a coyote and the deer were gone.

The neat thing to see was my daughter's smile as she looked at me and said, "that's why they call it hunting instead of killing!" I'll never forget it.

Posted for a friend who misses Alaska EVERY day.

Reminds me of the time I saw an eagle snatch a salmon from the ocean that was too heavy to fly off with, so the eagle SWAM to shore to eat it. The eagle did a fine breast stroke!

I watched some type of falcon catch a mourning dove in flight. The dove was fast but not fast enough. The falcon was not much bigger than the dove and when he had him down on the ground he couldn't fly off with him.

Years ago I was standing in a cornfield in NE NM taking pictures of a mixture of ducks as they flew over just above my head.

Off to one side a red tail hawk comes out of nowhere, grabs a talon full of feathers from a Gadwall and flies off without a meal. The feathers floated down around me as I set there in awe. ONLY THEN did I remember the camera hanging around my neck.

Years later it was dusk and I was sneaking up to the water along the Conejos in Southern Colorado. I was on a sand bar and the opposite bank was vertical and about 3-4 feet high. As I slowly moved closer to the water, I caught movement coming right at me from the high bank side of the river . . . I looked up just in time to see two big ol sets of claws and a Great Horned Owl about a foot or so from my face. Luckily for me realized his mistake and silently flew off, I assume the owl could see the top of my head just over the top of the bank and anything with hair was fair game til he saw what it was attached to.
Scared me just a mite (a BIG MITE) once it sank in what had just happened.

A frend from WV shared this tale as I told him about this thread;
I was trout fishing in WV early one spring morning, trying to catch breakfast. I was standing in a decent sized pool, facing down stream, dropping my line around a big volkswagon-sized limestone boulder about 30 feet away. I saw something on the surface about 100 feet downstream, slowly moving upstream toward my position. When it was close enough, I could tell it was the nose of a good sized beaver. I kept casting and it kept coming, looking right at me. Then he veered smoothly to his left went behind the big boulder and out of sight. I thought he was pretty brave to come that close to me. But in just a few seconds, he came swimming slowly around the other side of the boulder, still looking at me. When he got about 10 feet away, he turned and smacked the water with his tail which made an incredibly loud sound, like a gun shot. It startled me and splashed me pretty good. Then he was gone. Talk about brave! Clearly, he was telling me this was his territory and I was not welcome. I headed back to camp to made some eggs and find somebody to tell my story to.

I really feel sorry for those who do not spend time in the outdoors and get a chance to see the splendor of nature.

Have a couple of more, but want to see some posts from others.

This past fall my wife and I were taking a walk in a valley that is not far from where we live, and had to leave the trail that we were following because the beavers had flooded the place. We heard a bunch of noise up the hill from us, and a cow moose came down a game trail we hadn't seen. There was a little bull right on her heels, and after they passed, we could hear them breaking willows and grunting at the bottom of the hill. I paced out the distance from where we were to where they had passed, and it was less than 20 yards. They had no idea we were there.
This is one of the more interesting and entertaining threads I've seen for a while. Great job.
Straight shooting,
Graham