Hunters Tales

[ShayD]

Thought we need a place to share our hunting stories. Anything strange or exciting, or just general stories about how your hunts went over the last while.

Look forward to reading them, no matter how long or short!

 

 

My story started when I decided to try bag myself a perfect elk pelt for the crafting materials I needed. I grabbed some food at the campfire before leaving shady belle camp to head for Valentine. Weather was not ideal for a hunting trip when I arrived so I decided to wait for the storm to pass. I visited the gunsmith to make sure my rifles were in good condition and stocked up on provisions before heading out, played some poker in the saloon to pass some time then booked a night in the hotel and a bath, and waited out the storm.

Next morning I headed north to the mountains where I was sure I'd find my Elk. Just south of Fort Wallace I found a stranger resting at a camp, we had a quick chat and I decided to hitch my horse nearby to his camp and continue on foot.

After a day of tracking animals with no sign of an Elk, I reached the Dakota river and decided to fish for some food, call my horse and set up camp for the night by the riverbank. Camping by the river was quite relaxing, miles away from the towns and cities with the clear sky above. In the morning I headed further north towards Window Rock, up a steep mountain from the river bank and dismounted the horse again. I followed the train track towards a waterfall close by, to see if there was an easy way to get to higher ground and came across a small path leading in behind the waterfall. I followed the path in and came across a note, and a special item which I will leave to you all to discover if you wish.

There was a small ledge close by which I was able to climb up to get some higher ground, and then I heard it. An Elks call, the unique high pitch sound I was waiting on. I readied my bolt action rifle with express rounds and began to track him towards the source of the sound, masking my scent before approaching. Hunting big game in the mountain terrain is a lot different from hunting deer herds on the flat plains of the Heartlands, I thought. Crouching in the grass, I caught a glimpse of his large antlers moving between the trees in the light mist. Getting as close as possible to guarantee a clear shot for a clean kill wasn't easy, but as an experienced hunter I knew patience was key. This is the thrill of the hunt, almost face to face with my prey.

I chambered a shot quietly, and took aim waiting for him to raise his head from feeding on the grass. It should have been an easy shot but the early morning mist made it difficult to see through the trees and bushes. Then I saw my chance, with his antlers rising above a bush and used them as a marker to judge my shot. I fired and down he went, a clean kill with no pain. I called my horse again and skinned my prize. I loaded up the pelt on to Roach, gave her a quick feed and we went on our way trotting down the mountain paths. Hopefully I could make it back to Valentine before dark, and without the fresh pelt and meat attracting any wolves or cougars along the way. I was looking forward to getting back to camp, I'm sure they have something for me to do when I return

[Satanta]

Your write-up reads like a great story out of Field and Stream.    Mine reads more like a story out of Cracked Magazine.  Multiple parts but keep in mind I am vision-impaired so the game can be a b***h at times and, being partially deaf I cannot rely on the sound direction telling me where to look.

 

Down in thePiney Woods, West of the swamps, East of valentine I was riding along and here a growl then get knocked ass-end over heels off my horse by a Couger.  I get two shots from my Cattle revolver off before he slips out of my visual field to hit me from the back and bite into my skull killing me.

 

Up in the Forrest headed towards the Grizzlies I hear a Bear let out a roar, spin around as I draw my Semi-Auto shotgun to get knocked off my horse again [[Happens a lot to me huh?  ]]  Bear swipes ao back as I'm closer to coming down to the West near Velentine and the horse is ass-deep in snow so onward we go,  horse neighs and whinnies then tosses me into the snow to skitter off as four wolves come bounding up-of course my only weapons are my Schoefields and knife [[again, THANKS Rockstar-this not having my equiped weapons of choice and them changing ammo type is getting REAL frellin' old...]]nd knocks me down and lands on top of me, tearing at my chest and face with teeth and claws as I stab him repeatedly in the chest.  He slumps away trying to right himself and I stumble back, drawing my Sawe-off and putting two slugs in his face only to bleed out as he falls.   I got a reward for it but got the "Dead" splashscreen before I  could read it.

 

Took a long ride from the N'West of the map into the Grizzlies trying to open up the map, maybe shoot something for the camp.   Got way up there and realized I was wearing basically a T-0shirt and shorts for the mountain, off course no cold weathers in my saddle tho I had put them in-thanks Rock*!   Can't go back cause I'm closer to coming down in the East near Valentine so onward thru the fog.  Horse whinnies and snorts then tosses me ass over head [[see?  Tossed, knocked off, fall off-it's kind of a Hobby of mine apparently]] and four Wolves come bounding up the slope at me.  I got into Dead-eye to draw my shotgun and guess what?  No shotty.  Gee, I ride in Grizzly and Wolf country with that thing hugged to my chest but now, suddenly, I'm stuck with six-shooters [[THANKS AGAIN ROCK*!  My weapons disappear or change ammo pretty consistently even when I make SURE to put the load I want on my horse-be like reaching into my Jeep for my shotgun to fiDerringernd it was switched with a single-shot .22 short Derringer on the way to a Bullet and Corpse Dance.]]   So now it is shoot the hell out of the  Wolves, win, skin and get the horse back over and 'Oh Gee, Saddlebags too full, carry only one damn hide and so forth.  Phuckers.   Ride another 50 feet and once more, the horse tosses me into the snow and runs off.  There is a Grizzly ten feet off the trail-again, my shotgun, which ?I had in hand, is no where to be found.  Two rounds at it's face and again, I'm in a fistfight with a frellin BEAR.  Stab, STAB, STAB in the chest as it tries to disembowel me, it finally falls off-with a poor condition pelt of course.  I heal up, call the horse over and once again, can choose between on poor hide or another.

 

Finally, out in Gater country [[Havong actually lived in Gater country and having gotten stuck hiking thru gater country due to having idiot friends who 'Know all the trails yet we end up hip deep in muck and have to wade out thru a lake chest deep in water full of gaters let me say, even in-game I am Gater Fidgity.]]  So, shoot a Gater in the noggin with the bow a coulpe of time and a couple in it's ass and track it to where it is lying dead to skin-oh wait, it's not dead, it is taking a NAP!  Whips around and eats me.  Yay me.

 

Go to where you buy the Legendary fish lures and decide to go out onto the Pennisula nearby.   Aint doing THAT again-get out in the middle, horse skitters and I'm looking around and he, of course, tosses me.  Now there are Gaters every six feet-get eaten two or three times all within 30 seconds of respawning because normally it respawns me 100' away but here?  Nope-respawns me right in the middle of Gater Mating Season and they are all hungry.   THANKS Rock*!

 

[Satanta]

I need to edit that later-wife has a doc appt in a bit.   Some of the way the stories are mangled is because I was getting weird stuff with my posting-suddenly no typing and weird popups.  My mouse is FUBAR and it tends to 'select' things without me touching it or deselct things-again without me touching it.   Wait till you see me type a post mostly in caps-vision thing just FWIW, two fingered blind typist so I stare at the keyboard and never *quite* know what I am going to get when I look up. 

 

^I am Mankinds first declared walking Disaster Area.:D

[Bakkerbaard]

I can keep mine short and bitter sweet.

 

Came across the Legendary Grizzly (whose drawing on the map just kinda looks like an angry otter, so I figured I'd bag me an otter, but I recognized the place from Hosea's mission before I got otter-f*cked). So, I tracked it, saw it in the distance and lined up a headshot. Took it down in two, no problem.

 

Just now I went for the Legendary White Bison because I wanted to look like pale satan next time I went back into the cold. Had a hell of a time tracking it, but I did and I lined up a high powered rolling block headshot. Turns out the thing was way closer than I anticipated and tapping it's head with a bullet just pissed it off.

Word to the wise: Bring a secondary rifle that loads quicker.

 

So, long story short: I took down a grizzlybear like ripping the head off your little sister's teddy only to be gored by a usually rather benign giant cow.

I'll be thinking of that with my next cheeseburger.

[Azerik]

Mine is more of a game weirdness than hunting tale.

 

I was up at the trapper north of Ownjila and headed down the stream to see if I could find the cougars I need to kill with a bow.  Thirty yards downstream, bear growl. Having my bow ready, boom, one shot perfect bear skin.  Shlep back to the trapper and get my bear saddle. Ok, set off again.  Thirty yards down the trail, bear growl. Another kill later it seems a bit weird, but whatever.  Back to the trapper to offload and I'm back on my way.

 

Can you guess what happened next?  Yup, thirty yards downstream, another bear growl. I must have just winged this one, he ran off. I couldn't pick up his trail, no paw on my radar, keep going. My horse didn't take more than five steps, another growl.  This time a black bear.  Back to the trapper to sell.  I set off again, really wishing this spawn weirdness was happening with cougars instead of bears.

 

I get to about the same place, another bloody bear!  In total, before this stopped, there were five bear bodies within a few yards of each other.  I couldn't say whether it would have continued or not, I was distracted by a three star boar.  When I got him down, I noticed some coyotes scavenging something.  I went over and looked, it was the bear I'd just winged. He'd bled out while I was dealing with the other five.

[NoEasyDay]

Rode around for an hour and 45 minutes real time looking for a badger. 

 

Finally found one. It was only 2 stars. 

 

Turned game off in disgust.

 

True story. 

[Bakkerbaard]

Got me an awesome one here.

 

So, I'm on the lookout for rabbit pelts. Don't remember why, but I'm pretty sure I need them for something, but I find the wee bastards tough to hunt. By the time I spot one it's because it spotted me and high tails it, leaving me nothing to shoot but it's arse and quality wise it appears undesirable to put another hole there.

Just now I was up near Colter and a pristine little bunny is just sitting in the snow, contrasting it's furry little tail off. It's not spotted me yet. I hush Hootenanny, my white arabian, carefully take out my varmint rifle, bring the scope up to my eye and proceed to aim for the critter's tiny little head.

The microsecond before I squeeze off a round it bolts. I curse like a sailor and try to track it through the scope because I'm a hopeless mess when things don't go according to plan. 

Then all of a sudden I see, through my scope, the reason why the bunny ran off. A large classic black and white bald eagle swoops down from the sky and lets loose some serious freedom on the rabbit, momentarily struggling to gain altitude and snapping at the bunny before flying off with it's prey. 

Honestly, it was awesome! My hats off to you mister eagle, you deserve it fair and square.