It's nearly hunting season and it's time to think about outdoor safety while scouting and hunting. I can't stress enough about being prepared for an emergency. What are some of your close calls while hunting or just out in the outdoors.
Me first.
I was charged by a couger while calling bears to a longbow. We usually have coyotes come first, hit the skids then bolt and run off. Cats usually tippy-toe in. Not this one. The cat came rushing in, and I mean reaching out and grabbing ground. He skidded to a stop 7 feet from us when I jumped up and yelled. We were both still shaking a couple hours later.
My biggest scare was during a solo hunt on the boarder of Idaho 67 and Wyoming. I had a tag for both states and had shot a nice 4-point buck with my longbow back in a secluded Wyoming basin. While caping the buck my knife slipped and I stabbed myself on the inside if my leg right next to my unit. Blood immediately soaked my pants. What a sinking feeling I had. All alone, no help, I even thought of writing a note to everyone I love. I ripped my tee shirt up, made a compress and tied it over the hole. I left everything but my daypack and headed to the trailhead. By the time I got there I couldn't think straight. Luckly there was a couple disembarking for a hike that saw me and took me to St John's in Jackson Hole. From then on I've been very calulated about what I do while alone in the wild.
What stories do you guys have and what did you learn?
Me first.
I was charged by a couger while calling bears to a longbow. We usually have coyotes come first, hit the skids then bolt and run off. Cats usually tippy-toe in. Not this one. The cat came rushing in, and I mean reaching out and grabbing ground. He skidded to a stop 7 feet from us when I jumped up and yelled. We were both still shaking a couple hours later.
My biggest scare was during a solo hunt on the boarder of Idaho 67 and Wyoming. I had a tag for both states and had shot a nice 4-point buck with my longbow back in a secluded Wyoming basin. While caping the buck my knife slipped and I stabbed myself on the inside if my leg right next to my unit. Blood immediately soaked my pants. What a sinking feeling I had. All alone, no help, I even thought of writing a note to everyone I love. I ripped my tee shirt up, made a compress and tied it over the hole. I left everything but my daypack and headed to the trailhead. By the time I got there I couldn't think straight. Luckly there was a couple disembarking for a hike that saw me and took me to St John's in Jackson Hole. From then on I've been very calulated about what I do while alone in the wild.
What stories do you guys have and what did you learn?