Creepy experiences in the backcountry

The Harbor Master

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Long story I'll make as short as possible... not paranormal but reminder that we are not always the apex predators.

Last year a buddy and I doubled up on cow elk in the bottom of a steep draw, just near the end of shooting light. One cow was shot CNS high back that was DRT, the other a high lung shot that crashed about 40yds through brush into the bottom. We noted the location of the DRT cow and waited a bit before trying to locate the high lunged cow. While we were waiting, we heard quite a bit of howling withing a few hundred yards (sounded like coyotes but there are definitely wolves in the area), and heard the lunged cow do that heavy rattling exhale.

We agreed it was time to head down and start the work. Stuck low in the draw, there was little to no moonlight and everything was done on headlamp. We went from our perch down towards the cows, and during that short walk heard an elk off to our left, within 100yds, making the weirdest cry I have heard. Not a communication type "ee-ohh" but more or a frantic, panicked cry, "eeeeeEEEE-oh-h-h-h", LOUD. For some reason, we didn't put 2 and 2 together and didn't realize it was the CNS shot cow until later.

We were having a hard time locating either elk, though we were sure we should be right on top of them, and agreed to split up. Now solo in the bottom of a dark draw with a headlamp, I started a grid about 75yds from my buddy. Suddenly I felt like someone was next to me and my blood felt like ice. No explanation how but I knew I wasn't the only animal in that immediate area. With an audible "eff this" I headed back to where my buddy was also searching. When I reached him, he had found a cow that we believed to be the CNS shot one. We worked for a few hours and packed most of her out, then agreed to get a couple hours of sleep and come back in daylight to find the lunged cow.

Returning in daylight, returned to where I had made my shot from. I was able to walk my buddy via radio to the location the cow was hit. Over the radio he says, "we've got an elk!" Relieved I start down the draw. "On my way." After about 20yds he comes over the radio, "we have a problem." I make my way to him and see the CNS shot cow, swarmed in wasps and flies, chest cavity opened at the neck, lungs heart and diaphragm gone. Half of 1 backstrap gone, one front quarter gone. Tufts of hair pulled out and strewn all over the place.

Looking around I realized I was within about 10yds of this elk the night before in the dark. Exactly where my blood ran cold. And exactly where the strange elk cry/scream came from. I have no way to know for sure, but I get the feeling I was within a few yards of a cat with an elk neck in its jaws. My non-chalant flippant mentality about being alone in a draw with the possibility of predators has changed a bit.

sorry for long story, if you made it through thanks for reading.
 
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Long story I'll make as short as possible... not paranormal but reminder that we are not always the apex predators.

Last year a buddy and I doubled up on cow elk in the bottom of a steep draw, just near the end of shooting light. One cow was shot CNS high back that was DRT, the other a high lung shot that crashed about 40yds through brush into the bottom. We noted the location of the DRT cow and waited a bit before trying to locate the high lunged cow. While we were waiting, we heard quite a bit of howling withing a few hundred yards (sounded like coyotes but there are definitely wolves in the area), and heard the lunged cow do that heavy rattling exhale.

We agreed it was time to head down and start the work. Stuck low in the draw, there was little to no moonlight and everything was done on headlamp. We went from our perch down towards the cows, and during that short walk heard an elk off to our left, within 100yds, making the weirdest cry I have heard. Not a communication type "ee-ohh" but more or a frantic, panicked cry, "eeeeeEEEE-oh-h-h-h", LOUD. For some reason, we didn't put 2 and 2 together and didn't realize it was the CNS shot cow until later.

We were having a hard time locating either elk, though we were sure we should be right on top of them, and agreed to split up. Now solo in the bottom of a dark draw with a headlamp, I started a grid about 75yds from my buddy. Suddenly I felt like someone was next to me and my blood felt like ice. No explanation how but I knew I wasn't the only animal in that immediate area. With an audible "eff this" I headed back to where my buddy was also searching. When I reached him, he had found a cow that we believed to be the CNS shot one. We worked for a few hours and packed most of her out, then agreed to get a couple hours of sleep and come back in daylight to find the lunged cow.

Returning in daylight, returned to where I had made my shot from. I was able to walk my buddy via radio to the location the cow was hit. Over the radio he says, "we've got an elk!" Relieved I start down the draw. "On my way." After about 20yds he comes over the radio, "we have a problem." I make my way to him and see the CNS shot cow, swarmed in wasps and flies, chest cavity opened at the neck, lungs heart and diaphragm gone. Half of 1 backstrap gone, one front quarter gone. Tufts of hair pulled out and strewn all over the place.

Looking around I realized I was within about 10yds of this elk the night before in the dark. Exactly where my blood ran cold. And exactly where the strange elk cry/scream came from. I have no way to know for sure, but I get the feeling I was within a few yards of a cat with an elk neck in its jaws. My non-chalant flippant mentality about being alone in a draw with the possibility of predators has changed a bit.

sorry for long story, if you made it through thanks for reading.
As I might have posted earlier in this thread ( memory not what it once was ! ), I’ll bet at least 85% of the creepy/ scary incidents reported in this thread occurred in elk/moose/big bear country! Enough to either deter me ( I’m 77, so if you call me a wuss….I don’t really care, LOL ! ) from heading out into those territories OR , if I did, I’d be more heavily armed than an infantry platoon! And some head out there with only a bow and some arrows….or nothing at all but a couple of hiking poles and a camera. Those folks, IMHO, are also known as a hot lunch!
 

Osceola

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I remember the first time I hunted in grizzly country. In the middle of the night I went outside to relieve myself and it suddenly occured to me, I’m a walking snack. That was one of the fastest wiz I ever took.
 
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Back in the 80s I finished my Arizona hunter education class and my Dad took me for my first archery deer hunt outside of Flagstaff AZ. We drove up with my Dad's buddy and his son who was 2 years older than I was.

The area we hunted was more of an elk area than a deer area and we saw very few deer over the course of a weeklong hunt. We hiked several miles every day but we weren't very wind conscious and never got close enough to any deer for a good shot and we only saw a couple bucks inside of 60 yards.

The last day of the hunt we all piled into my Dads Jeep Wagoneer for our final evening hunt. As a 10 year old I was tired and my feet hurt from wearing hand me down boots all week. I told my Dad and he told me I could sit in the Jeep while the other three hunted on foot from like 3pm until dusk that afternoon. Dad parked the Jeep off a road in a big meadow surrounded by tall pines. him and the other two guys went for good hunt walk.

I layed in the back seat of the wagoneer as long as I could and it got boring really fast. I couldn't wait for the guys to get back but my Dad told me to stay as quiet as I could so I hung out in the Jeep as I was told. About 2 hours in I heard sticks breaking. Hooray, my Dad and the other guys must be back. I sat up and looked out the window and saw nothing so I layed back down.

About five minutes later I heard more sticks breaking and they sounded close. I figured the guys were playing games with me and decided to get out and look for them as the boredom was excruciating.

I grabbed my bow and surveyed the area and didn't see anything.. I could hear sticks breaking back in the tall trees and it was getting close to dark so I followed the sound across the meadow into the trees toward the breaking sticks.

I went into the trees about 10 yards and stumbled on two mature bulls fighting and pushing each other around with their antlers. They were big as horses, less than 20 yards away and surprised and scared the crap out of me. I ran back to the Jeep and locked myself inside. The most perilous thing was me running back to the truck with a knocked broadhead on my string, thank God I didn't trip.

About 15 minutes later I heard more noise outside the Jeep and it was my Dad and the other guys coming back. It was cold and my dad was pissed I took so long to unlock the doors to let them in. I told them about the elk I saw and they could hardly believe it. My Dad said that experience would probably hook me on elk hunting for a long time. That was my first elk experience and 40 years later I still get giddy about elk. My Dad was right.
 
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