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bad situation and rough place??

what is the worst situation youve been in while huntin or whats the roughest place yall been huntin

Re: bad situation and rough place??

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what is the worst situation youve been in while huntin or whats the roughest place yall been huntin

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Ruff

Honey suckle vines and Black berry briars, wading in water almost waist deep in the summer time with water moccasins not a good place to be in north west FL in the summer time

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standing waist deep in a swamp, with gun fire being thrown at you and a drunk on the other end of the rifle. Kinda hard to run in water that deep. Thankfully that won't happen again. Owner quickly took care of the problemat hand.

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Hyde and dare counties in eastern north Carolina. Pocosins. People that hunt that stuff year round are some tough coonhunters.

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John Seginak

Hunting

Well this wasn't all that rough compared to some... Hunting in the rain,by myself,dog treed in the middle of a big multifloral rose patch,crawled and fought my through the briars and just as I got to the tree my light went out.Got a feeling whatever was in that tree just kinda chuckled to himself.

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Originally posted by Classic rivers
Hyde and dare counties in eastern north Carolina. Pocosins. People that hunt that stuff year round are some tough coonhunters.

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bad situation

dog stuck nearly on top a 300ft highwall, no way to get him from the top and couldnt even make it to him from the bottom, had to climb up and talk him into coming toward me, he ended up falling and I caught him as he slid down to me, that ended that night!

Nightmare in the bottoms

Going in to dogs treed on a small island in the edge of a duck-hunting slough. The water was up in the bottoms from lots of rain. Water started out ankle deep then gradually got up to my knees and then lots of thick buck brush to fight through. When I got in there a few hundred yards I fell down two times from tripping on roots, face down and stretched out. I was getting close to the dogs so I kept going. I could finally almost see them when I guess I stepped off the edge of the slough and went completely over my head. Bobbed up and down and scratched and clawed my way back up to waist-deep water. Got everything soaked - Garmin, rifle, dog-tracker...

I must have zigzagged going in because when I said - screw the dogs - and tried to wade back out the way I came, I kept stepping off into deeper water again. (Thankfully, I was feeling my way along so I didn't go over my head again) I floundered around for at least an hour or more, trying to find a way out. Now I wasn't even sure which way the higher ground was. I had marked the truck's location on my old Garmin, but the needle kept going from one direction to another since I couldn't move forward enough for it to get a good reading. It was smooth cloudy and I couldn't use the stars for direction (I knew I needed to go East). Now I was slap wore out and starting to get cold and worried. I even fired my rifle 3 times to try and attract the attention of my buddy who had gone back to the truck to see if I'd went there since I had been gone so long. (He later said he never even heard my gun)

By now, I'm praying to the Good Lord for help. He answered my prayer and I finally remembered I had a compass that screwed on the top of my scope - I knew I needed to go East to higher ground. I eventually found a way to get to higher ground and East by wading waist deep water and picking my way around spots that were over my head.

When I got to knee-deep water, I stopped to rest and "give thanks". I tried to raise my frogleggs up on a log to drain out the water but I was too weak and tired to do so, so I slogged on and made it out to a levy and headed North to the truck. My buddy saw my light and came to me and carried the gun back. We left the dogs in the woods and we drove back to the house so I could get some dry clothes on and drink a quick cup of coffee. Then we went back and retrieved the dogs.

I've been in much thicker places before, but none I'd call the "I think I might die" variety.

Hunting in a pecan grove in a cast with a bluetick treeing a coon, one walker running deer and the other walker treeing a possum. Just poking fun fellas.

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Carrollton,Mo.64633
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Dog treed almost out of hearing in the Sheep Ridge Wilderness of Croatan National Forest in eastern NC. You do not walk through the swamp laurel, you climb through it. You walk bear tunnels through stuff so thick you can't see 10 ft. Dog came out 11 days later.

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Bill Harper
Washington, NC
252-944-5592

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Hunting in a pecan grove in a cast with a bluetick treeing a coon, one walker running deer and the other walker treeing a possum. Just poking fun fellas.

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Long curly red hair fish net stockings high heels and a mustash !!!!

Anywhere I hunt is rough. Mountain Laurel so thick you can't crawl through, briar patchest like no other, high walls and mine breaks so deep you can toss a rock off and never hear it hit bottom, elevation change like no other, and rocky as all heck. I've had a few northern boys come down and they all said they'd hang it up if this was all they had to hunt. Anybody is welcome to come for a drop down here in the mountains of Southwest VA and East KY if they want to, but make sure you're in dang good shape or you'll want to sell everything you've got and never follow a hound again. I went up in Ohio and hunted once, boy did that spoil me. I thought about packing up and moving right then Hahaha.

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Preston Chadwell
276-275-3615

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Long curly red hair fish net stockings high heels and a mustash !!!!

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Swampy, briar infested thickets, wild hogs everywhere, stepping all around cotton mouths in July and August! And then heading to the Mountains in September and October with coontail rattlers coiled up on the other side of a mountain rock! You talk about tip towing back to the truck! And then when we get back to the truck saying, "we'll never go back there again!"

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Waldron, Arkansas
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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Preston Chadwell
[B]Anywhere I hunt is rough. Mountain Laurel so thick you can't crawl through, briar patchest like no other, high walls and mine breaks so deep you can toss a rock off and never hear it hit bottom, elevation change like no other, and rocky as all heck.

We must hunt the same places lol. Cept for the mines. Also when the elevation goes from 3200 to 4400 feet in about 250 yards its way STEEP. I would rather hunt all night out in cali with 50 degrees and in the rain than 3 hours here tonight. It's coooold!

Yea the mine breaks are rough. Most people don't know what I'm talking about. It's where an old coal mine caves in and the mountain literally breaks all the way down to the mine shaft. It makes a giant crevasse like you see in a glacier. Some of them go a mile underground, most aren't that deep though and most aren't more than 5 feet wide. It's a good place to lose a dog though. Once he's in there he ain't coming out.

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Preston Chadwell
276-275-3615

Like you said though the elevation change is ridiculous. Most places I hunt I can stand on the side of the ridge and touch the ground with my arms straight out in front of me.

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Preston Chadwell
276-275-3615

I was hunting alone one night,and along come 3lights bobbing up and down. Wasn't sure who or what they were, but I was on state land so I wasn't too worried, out side of the odds 3 on 1. Turns out its 3 guys riding mountain bikes at night and the one use to be neighbor. They go on to tell me that just several 100 yards down the trail, they spotted a gentleman out for a jog in the nude. Needless to say I didn't stick around, to see for myself.

We don't have anything real big till you head north,but we do have a lot of home owners with half acre lots, that tend to be a little eager to prove there gun owners or screaming ladies that feel the need to protect the wildlife.

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"If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man."
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one night my dog fell in a 150 dried up well. Some how he was alive and unharmed. The hard part was lowering someone in there to retrieve overall it took about 4 hours to get him out.

This is the incident that caused me to really learn how to navigate with a compass in the woods...I was 17 years old and went out hunting on state game lands in the early fall in Pa. The mountain I was on was an area where they had mined previously and there was an old road bed that almost circled the entire mountain. I got off the road and went up into some good looking woods to have a look. I got lost and somehow managed to come out of the woods onto a paved road without crossing the old road bed, miles later.
I really didn't know which way to go, so I start walking and a mile or so away I come to this little store and get a bottle of "pop" as they say in Pa. I was just talking to the gal that ran the place when this grizzly old guy walks in and the lady asked him if he could take me back to "the old Daugherty place." I didn't know it at the time, but where I parked used to be this well known farm. It was about the only thing on that mountain besides the long closed coal mines. "Yeah, I'll give him a ride, come on kid." so out the door and into a 50's Studebaker pickup truck. This thing looked and sounded like the old wrecker in Deliverance...more gear noise than engine.
We have to go back over the mountain and around to where I started out and just as we start down the other side the steering wheel comes off in his hands!!!! The old guy is trying to get it back on the spline but he cant so he gets mad and throws it down and yells to me, "give me them pliers under your seat!!! Quick!!!!" I reach down and find a pair of big channel locks. He somehow manages to steer us down the mountain with the big pliers which are just about too long to turn all the way around so he has to keep slipping them on the steering column spline. All the while we are going faster and faster, picking up speed as we go down this mountain. Finally I say, "why don't we just stop and put the steering wheel back on???" He yells, "cause we lost the brakes too!!!!" Finally we come to a fairly level piece of road {thank god!!!} manage to get stopped and to get the brakes back he pours some spring water in the master cylinder, bleeds the front and says "that oughta get us to your truck boy." The rest of the trip was uneventful. Turns out he hunted Plott hounds and was a coon hunter. I have not been lost in the woods since.

Finding myself in the middle of a rattlesnake den. While dogs treed the other side of it. Counted 17 around me.

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Re: Nightmare in the bottoms

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Originally posted by huntndog
Going in to dogs treed on a small island in the edge of a duck-hunting slough. The water was up in the bottoms from lots of rain. Water started out ankle deep then gradually got up to my knees and then lots of thick buck brush to fight through. When I got in there a few hundred yards I fell down two times from tripping on roots, face down and stretched out. I was getting close to the dogs so I kept going. I could finally almost see them when I guess I stepped off the edge of the slough and went completely over my head. Bobbed up and down and scratched and clawed my way back up to waist-deep water. Got everything soaked - Garmin, rifle, dog-tracker...

I must have zigzagged going in because when I said - screw the dogs - and tried to wade back out the way I came, I kept stepping off into deeper water again. (Thankfully, I was feeling my way along so I didn't go over my head again) I floundered around for at least an hour or more, trying to find a way out. Now I wasn't even sure which way the higher ground was. I had marked the truck's location on my old Garmin, but the needle kept going from one direction to another since I couldn't move forward enough for it to get a good reading. It was smooth cloudy and I couldn't use the stars for direction (I knew I needed to go East). Now I was slap wore out and starting to get cold and worried. I even fired my rifle 3 times to try and attract the attention of my buddy who had gone back to the truck to see if I'd went there since I had been gone so long. (He later said he never even heard my gun)

By now, I'm praying to the Good Lord for help. He answered my prayer and I finally remembered I had a compass that screwed on the top of my scope - I knew I needed to go East to higher ground. I eventually found a way to get to higher ground and East by wading waist deep water and picking my way around spots that were over my head.

When I got to knee-deep water, I stopped to rest and "give thanks". I tried to raise my frogleggs up on a log to drain out the water but I was too weak and tired to do so, so I slogged on and made it out to a levy and headed North to the truck. My buddy saw my light and came to me and carried the gun back. We left the dogs in the woods and we drove back to the house so I could get some dry clothes on and drink a quick cup of coffee. Then we went back and retrieved the dogs.

I've been in much thicker places before, but none I'd call the "I think I might die" variety.

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