Adventures in deer hunting.

Not sure what happened, check engine light came on the day before, fluids were good, not overheating, thermostat was working etc. insurance figured something electrical, maybe fuel pump. But by the time I got back there wasn't much left.
Good news, sorta, was I got high book for the truck, probably because they couldn't see how many miles I had on it. It was a long walk back to camp that night.


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Dad's 68 Rambler- Ambassador managed to find an oil pan hungry rock on a west river deer hunt when I was young. Don't remember who was driving, but the stories of the "pull home" 200 miles with a chain in late November (no engine- no heat-limited traction) lasted much longer than the car.

Another time (I've related this before) Dad was walking along the side of a steep bluff along the Missouri river. Looking ahead- he did not see the porcupine that hadn't quite made it to hibernation- and stepped on the critters back. This caused him to loose his balance and do a tuck and role down the bluff. He came up on one knee and smoked the offending rodent at very close range- all in one maneuver. I have a few of his quills and the jaw bone.....

Stuck with Dad quite a few times.... ruined a few tires in the process. Who knew...you can burn rubber on solid ice....??? :shock: (y) That was actually looking for Jacks one Saturday... :)

As you might guess I have "biffed" off my crutches a few times while hunting. Knowing this of course I always carried with the chamber empty :) Reportedly I looked like "Bambi on ice" as all four limbs went a different direction..... CL
 
"Bambi on ice" Ouch!

Ya, it's not just vehicles getting stuck is it? Plenty of adventures out on our own.

Just three or four years ago I was hunting solo in the Cascades, for mule deer. Decided it was time to get off the rocky ridge and head back down to the Jeep. Thought to take a new route, work my way down a series of rocky ledges, perhaps I'd bounce a previously unseen buck along the way.

No buck - but it turned into a harrowing experience!

I'm hiking down the ridge, then it's getting steeper. Then I'm creeping down a narrow rocky chute, with my rifle across my back, because I need both hands and both feet just to keep going. Finally I'm remembering my old, long-unused rock-climbing skills. Three points of contact, move only one foot or one hand at a time...

Tell ya, by the time I got down off that, I was DONE! Any buck, even a super-duper trophy buck, would have gotten a free pass from me that afternoon. I'm glad the weather was cool & dry.

Ya, walked right into that little ordeal, all on my own... Underestimated the terrain...

Guy
 
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