Screw hunting with a small stick.

They are mean I tell you. I have the scars to prove it.

Johan

I agree with Big Stick, the challenge and personal test of Carlos Hathcock's style of hunting has to be the toughest. Rest in peace Long Tra'ng "White Feather."

Dale

I would imagine someone poaching MY wife would have the most dangerous game a man could have...

she can out shoot me
shoots LOW on siloette targets
Starts with a 10mm, and reachs for a "gauge"
foul tempered
short fused
and too damn good lookin for MY own good.

and then the poor fella would have me to tend with!!!

LOL
jeffe

Ever read "Tigrero"? Sasha Siemel hunting jaguar in the thick jungle, witha spear. Woo-doggie.

My biggest danger is bow hunting.... falling asleep and falling out of the tree.

try this on guys-hunting moose and caribou in newfoundland--to get ready- put on rain gear,rubber knee boots, 20 pound pack, rifle on shoulder,--climb on living sofa, and walk for 10-12 hours--same as walking in the bogs--gets you in shape in 10 days

Hunting the opening day of deer season on public land in Michigan.
Too many people think deer are Orange!

From my limited experience it has to be Mt. Goats. Its not the animals that it'll get you in this case but those steep icy mountains and unforgiving and unpredictable weather.

Finley

I'd say most demanding hunting is running pigs down across the desert floodplains of Yantabulla, back of Buorke in Australia.

You flush them from small shrubs then run like hell after them for a shot. After a while they stop, if you're in good shape you can keep up.

Then you need to calm the heaving chest and make a shot. Often these pigs will charge too, because they feel "cornered" even though they are out in the open, they stop running to come and face you.

Temperatures can easily reach 40�C and you spend half the day running.
Between my hunting partener and myself we were taking onbord about 16liters of liquid a day out there...

Prairie dogs in MT.. with only one case of beer, no ice. That's for tough guys.

the absolute toughest/hardest/most dangerous/most unforgiving environment

First - most dangerous is spring Turkey hunting in the Pa Pocano Mountains.
This is what happens; Season opens and Philly and NYC empty into the woods. They all want there bird no matter what it takes. Now . You go in the woods to a spot you have scouted for months. You sit at your tree waiting for the woods to wake up. Its time. First a crow call to pierce the morning air. AH HA! Gobble Gobble!! You get your squawk box and give a few. The next thing you hear is a 3inch 12g report and the bark of the tree you sit at shredding off. After you feel the coast is clear you start to sing and yell a good natured bidding and hall ass out of there. You'll be lucky to only take a few pellets.

the absolute toughest/hardest/most dangerous/most unforgiving environment : Well.... Come with me on a hunt because words can't describe the horror you'll go through

Back to the stove
Turtle

Great White Shark hunting, without a cage, in the Farralon Islands...

s

Hmmm.... I hadn't thought of it from that angle... the dangers of the "Orange Army." I hunt public land in New York, that can get spooky... "beware of the pumpkin men!"

I agree with BBTurtle and Trout.

The toughest hunting I ever did was in Wisconsin.

Because any person who thinks he is a "hunter" and lives in Chicago heads to Northern Wisconsin
Or the U.P. of Michigan.

With their brand new 338/378 Weatherby and 8.5 x 25x 50 Leupold Scope ready to go, they are just waiting for something to move.

And of course compared to being in Chicago down on the Loop, there is hardly a thing around but them and " da Turty Pointer".

The toughest hunting on the planet is to be out in the woods where a major metro area is near by.

Maybe all of those in a city should be any gun?
We in the country are Anti CityPeople with a gun.

Come on down to Florida where the big Wild Boars hang out in the deepest swamps and never come out of those swamps in the light of day.

Grab you a big revolver or lever action and crawl down the brair lined tunnels where they live until you meet one because you'll never get near them any other way in the daylight.

You'll suddenly be stricken with the realization I had the first and only time I tried it.

He (the big, black, and nasty boar) has the advantage and isn't afraid of you. You can't run and you'd better make your first shot count if you get one.

I dunno.... I'm sure there are worse situations to get into but I've experienced that one and am not sure I'm ready to do it again.

btw... He hit a "side tunnel" just as I was squeezing my trigger and trying to remember if I had paid my life insurance premium and I got the hell out of there as fast as I could crawl.

$bob$

In past,it would have been stalking Man-eateer Tigers on foot with only .275 rigby in your hands,like Jim Corbett did.
But he was much more he-man than most of us.Today Pig sticking,(taking wildboars with lence while riding a horse),is real tough .Here in Pakistan this type of hunt is done in Sind province and is very very demanding both physically and mently.

My vote for Nebraska goes to any type of bowhunting during muzzle-loader season. I started wearing some orange after my first encounter with a tipsy muzzle-loader.

Last summer while scouting for deer I spotted / was spotted by a big tom cougar about 50 yards away. By the time I came up I didn't have a shot except for his guts, which I didn't take. I went in to a thick patch of reprod douglas fir after him. That was a rush, even though I never saw him again. I could have been 10 feet from him without seeing him. I couldn't conceive the rush of stalking a screaming lion in the tall grass. I have done involentary cartwheels down the mountain side before, and I layed there for a minute or two wondering if I can still move my legs or not.
Duck or pheasent hunting on public land can be down right un-natural. Its amazing more people don't get hurt.

(NOT LEGAL)

Panther hunting on foot in the everglades. Would be physically demanding and you would probably never get your trophy.

GTR

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I still gotta go with deerhunting in michigan as I know about ten drunken fools from my college football team that head up north every year drink to much and are hunting with either drunk-overs or reak bad hangovers. I hardly trust these guys sober and sure as hell don't trust them with guns. I have found there are far too many in MI who don't realize that shooting/hunting and drinking, especially on public lands don't mix

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Only read about it, but how about those Masai taking on lions with only spear and shield.... Not to mention the odd crazy Englishman trying to stick lion from horseback with their boar-spears.

Best I've done is western plains pig-sticking in mid-40s heat.

Self guided hunting with pygmies in Cameroon, Congo, CAR. Imagine having to handle all of the logistics, permits, hiring a crew, slogging through the jungle for a couple of trophies - maybe. The snakes, bugs, filth, heat, having to eat whatever and God knows what kinds of diseases... I haven't done it but it sounds like fun. Read Cameron Greig's stories in African Hunter and the Hunting Report. I don't think hunting could be much more difficult or dangerous.

Most dangerous hunt? Here's how we (My buddies and I) used to hunt rattlers in South Central Texas (Around and west of San Antonio where I grew up):

We would wait for the cooler nights (few and far between) when the rattlers would move out on infrequently traveled farm roads to soak up the warmth stored in the asphalt. We would drive along and when a rattler was spotted, we would jump out of the car with 4-5' sticks (two guys only for this technique), one guy would proceed to get the snake stretched out and keep him from retreating into the ditch (stretched out rattlers can't strike very far) while the other guy would proceed to "bash" it to death in the head with his stick (you see we didn't want to "ruin" the skins by trying to shoot them). On a good night we could get as many as we wanted! Of course we were up all night skinning them and salting the skins, plenty of rattler meat for the BBQ (tastes EXACTLY like snake! ) and my mother was usually pissed off the next morning when she found the salted skins curing in the fridge!

We had several encounters with game wardens and all were extremely "impressed" with our "hunting technique"!

Of course I did this back when I was a "youngster" with more cohones (balls) than brains!