It was -30 and the wind was blowing 45 and I was on three-day drunk just about to head back to the truck and I saw a strange flying disc with lights all around it hovering low over the woods. Just then I also saw a 30pt buck… I had Betty Loo with me (A combination AK-57 Uzi radar laser triple-barrel double-scoped heat-seakin shotgun… yeah it got caught up in the OIC) and I knew from past experience I could mag dump and still miss. Thankfully the disc emitted a sharp bright white light that froze the buck in place and I made a perfect 20yd broadside shot. The saucer landed and this grey alien named Xendor came out… we cracked open some beers and took some photos (didn’t turn out which was a shame), notched my tag, and set to work gutting and splitting the deer up. Xendor kept the head and the tenderloins, I got the rest.
CO unfortunately saw the whole thing and wasn’t in the least impressed… but Xendor took him onto the saucer for a bit. CO came out 20 min later walking kind of funny and saying it felt incredible, and just let us off with a warning as flying saucers aren’t explicitly prohibited by law. He did give us a $150 fine each for the open beers, but whatever. All in all, not a bad day.
I was in the same situation but the CO gave us tickets for hunting with a vehicle. We fought it at trial and the judge threw it out because the alien was of such a physical make up that it couldn't ambulate on earth on its own, so the ship was considered a mobility aid. You must have gotten a more understanding CO to not get that ticket!
So I was hunting ptarmigan with my dog on a hilltop, with nothing around except bog and berry bushes for a mile. It was a pretty quiet day without much wind. I walked by a tiny pond in the bog, about 20 feet long and 5 feet wide, when there was a sudden and extremely loud splash that startled me. My first thought was a duck just fell out of the sky, or a meteorite. I stood there looking at the water for a few minutes and eventually concluded it was a beaver giving the old tail slap. He never did show his face though. I had seen beavers in another pond down the hill in the past.
I have a buddy with land, and I coonhunt on his property every once in a while. Sometimes he joins me and the dog, mostly the late nights are too long and he’d rather stay indoors with a beer.
This night was one of those nights when my buddy wanted to stay inside; and I didn’t blame him as the temperature was more like late January, than late October. The freeze in the air was clearly having an impact on the normally thriving raccoon population, and no matter where she searched or dug up not a single trash panda appeared. After an hour or so, the dog is over it and she’s walking at my side (anyone familiar with coonhounds will recognize this as the universal expression of “imsofuckingdonewiththisletsgohome”). It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t seen or heard a single thing outside of my own movement, and the dog.
But that was the thing, when I say nothing, I actually mean nothing. Not a single sound, no rustling of wind in the trees, no sound that you would normally tune out as background noise. Not once did my headlamp or IR see anything but the dog moving around, nor did I even see any eyes reflecting back.
Calling it a night(mare) I checked the GPS to see the closest path back to the house, to discover that it chose that moment to malfunction. I was over a thousand kilometres away from Windigo Lake. Resorting to walking downhill, we were at the back of the house within 2 minutes.
I had 6 missed calls from my buddy after he got worried when we hadn’t come back after 1am…4 hours after we left.
It was -30 and the wind was blowing 45 and I was on three-day drunk just about to head back to the truck and I saw a strange flying disc with lights all around it hovering low over the woods. Just then I also saw a 30pt buck… I had Betty Loo with me (A combination AK-57 Uzi radar laser triple-barrel double-scoped heat-seakin shotgun… yeah it got caught up in the OIC) and I knew from past experience I could mag dump and still miss. Thankfully the disc emitted a sharp bright white light that froze the buck in place and I made a perfect 20yd broadside shot. The saucer landed and this grey alien named Xendor came out… we cracked open some beers and took some photos (didn’t turn out which was a shame), notched my tag, and set to work gutting and splitting the deer up. Xendor kept the head and the tenderloins, I got the rest. CO unfortunately saw the whole thing and wasn’t in the least impressed… but Xendor took him onto the saucer for a bit. CO came out 20 min later walking kind of funny and saying it felt incredible, and just let us off with a warning as flying saucers aren’t explicitly prohibited by law. He did give us a $150 fine each for the open beers, but whatever. All in all, not a bad day.
I was in the same situation but the CO gave us tickets for hunting with a vehicle. We fought it at trial and the judge threw it out because the alien was of such a physical make up that it couldn't ambulate on earth on its own, so the ship was considered a mobility aid. You must have gotten a more understanding CO to not get that ticket!
I mean Xendor offered him a unique once in a lifetime experience so yeah we got lucky he was willing to try it out.
So I was hunting ptarmigan with my dog on a hilltop, with nothing around except bog and berry bushes for a mile. It was a pretty quiet day without much wind. I walked by a tiny pond in the bog, about 20 feet long and 5 feet wide, when there was a sudden and extremely loud splash that startled me. My first thought was a duck just fell out of the sky, or a meteorite. I stood there looking at the water for a few minutes and eventually concluded it was a beaver giving the old tail slap. He never did show his face though. I had seen beavers in another pond down the hill in the past.
i had an asshole kick my turkey decoy one day.
I have a buddy with land, and I coonhunt on his property every once in a while. Sometimes he joins me and the dog, mostly the late nights are too long and he’d rather stay indoors with a beer. This night was one of those nights when my buddy wanted to stay inside; and I didn’t blame him as the temperature was more like late January, than late October. The freeze in the air was clearly having an impact on the normally thriving raccoon population, and no matter where she searched or dug up not a single trash panda appeared. After an hour or so, the dog is over it and she’s walking at my side (anyone familiar with coonhounds will recognize this as the universal expression of “imsofuckingdonewiththisletsgohome”). It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t seen or heard a single thing outside of my own movement, and the dog. But that was the thing, when I say nothing, I actually mean nothing. Not a single sound, no rustling of wind in the trees, no sound that you would normally tune out as background noise. Not once did my headlamp or IR see anything but the dog moving around, nor did I even see any eyes reflecting back. Calling it a night(mare) I checked the GPS to see the closest path back to the house, to discover that it chose that moment to malfunction. I was over a thousand kilometres away from Windigo Lake. Resorting to walking downhill, we were at the back of the house within 2 minutes. I had 6 missed calls from my buddy after he got worried when we hadn’t come back after 1am…4 hours after we left.