[mad_as_he$$]

Two weeks ago I was hunting in very Northern California. Rough country and very brushy. Two cats had been walking down the road - from the looks of the tracks just minutes before me. This was very early in the morning; rechecked the rifle status, cocked the side arm and proceeded very carefully. Got to where the road ended and the tracks went down a deer trail. Called up FReeper Sasquatch and got in the Jeep and split. One big cat maybe but two I didn't want to deal with.

[Alas Babylon!]

Cool! Have you ever found sasquatch tracks? I mean besides the FReeper Sasquatch.

[Tenacious 1]

I had a similiar experience several years ago with Coyotes. I had just hunkered down on a pitch black morning and turned my flashlight off. I was sitting in some thick brush all nice and comfy overlooking a good sized ravine with about three runs converging at about 40 yards away. My back was to a large,dense thicket. I thought I kicked up some deer getting into position from that brush and was kind of upset about hearing the movement and thinking it ran away. The second I settled and got quiet, I heard some rustling behing me. Hard to tell how close in the woods, but as you know, in the quiet of a pitch black morning, everything sounds close. Then, I heard the distinct howl of coyotes. And they sounded very close. Suddenly thoughts start running through your head....I am trying to smell like a deer, my gun is not loaded, are they eating and calling or calling the hunt? Then it occurred to me, I really had to pee. I fumbled around trying to shove shells in my gun, turned my flashlight on scooted around.....I was a mess.

Not surprisingly, I saw no deer that morning.