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Post by wolf1199 on Mar 23, 2011 7:32:05 GMT -5
with your little black bravo you probably looked like a little calf moose...lol. And the old cow moose just wanted to snuggle.
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Post by fuzz269 on Mar 23, 2011 10:51:50 GMT -5
With me on that little bravo wearin black overalls,and a dark jaket, I probly looker like a calf moose ridin a bravo lolol
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Post by wolf1199 on Mar 23, 2011 17:11:18 GMT -5
Still all fun put a side, i don,t think i would want to be chased down a trail from a cow moose. On another note i hoped you burned your britches in stead of taking them home to get washed....lol
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Post by deadwolf on Mar 24, 2011 1:14:13 GMT -5
On another note i hoped you burned your britches in stead of taking them home to get washed....lol Thats funny! |
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Post by gth on Mar 24, 2011 15:12:04 GMT -5
Not nearly as exciting as everyone else but I walked up to a marten set this year and from a distance I could see I had something but it didnt look good. I was convinced the trap held a person in a black coat. Obviously dead and for sure frozen stiff with his arms out stretched. My heart is in my throat and pounding like a hammer.
As I'm getting closer I can only think of the awful task of calling the police to report this tragedy ...............................................
Stupid Ravens.................. ;D
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Post by gth on Mar 24, 2011 15:13:19 GMT -5
wearin black overalls,and a dark jaket, Probably wondering what that bear was doing out of hibernation so early...............  |
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Post by bctomcat on Mar 24, 2011 19:36:35 GMT -5
Checking traps one time years ago, in late November, I drove up to a set location and could see a dark critter hanging back in the bush aways in. I thought I had the largest fisher ever until I got out of the truck and started into the bush to retrieve it when I was stopped dead in my tracks by the most ungodly squalling I have ever heard. It was then that I noticed this was no large fisher. It was a small black bear cub caught in a fisher conibear trap by the upper lip hanging from the leaning tree. Needles to say I was back in the security of the truck in a flash. I do not recall how long I sat in the truck looking for the sow, but I finally loaded my 22 to the max, got the courage out ,dispatched the cub and back to the truck. I never did see any signs of the sow so suspect the cub was an orphan that didn't know he should be in hibernation. In summary it was a vary puckering experience.
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Post by fuzz269 on Mar 24, 2011 21:45:06 GMT -5
Ya that would make a fella pucker alittle!!!! Just be thankful you were runnin a truck line not out on a quad or slead, probly would have had a little round hole bit out of the middle of your seat lol.
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