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I was thinking that with all the different places posters on here are from some of you probably have some very wild stories you could tell. Stories could range from being about wild hogs to caribou or even cows. If any of you have any good stories I'd like to read about them.

Here's a few from me. With some pictures.

The mountains in the photo below include Humboldt Peak on the left at 14,064 feet and Baldy on the right at 13,705 feet.

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The peaks in the middle of those two are actually taller than the other two, they're just set back further. The peaks in the middle are Crestone Peak at 14,197 feet and Crestone Needle at 14,197 feet. The Crestone's are among some of the hardest to climb mountains there are. It seems like each year a few people fall off them and get killed.

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This year a man who was supposed to be a top climber, was in the 14'er club, fell off. He wasn't in a very bad place for such an experienced climber to be falling. They collected his body and all the items he had with him. One of the items he had was a camera. When they looked at the last pictures he'd taken they seen a mountain goat in them. Each photo he took the goat was a little closer until the last one the goat was right in front of him. The suspect the goat knocked him off the mountain. Others have seen this goat and said it wasn't afraid of them and they were able to get real close to him. Beware of the goat.

Another story that comes to mind happened when I was a kid at our neighbors about a mile away. One day when the wife was the only one home she heard the dogs going crazy barking and carrying on. She had their two heeler dogs in the house with her. When she went in the front room to see what was going on there was a mountain lion at the door trying to get at the dogs. It was summer time and all that was separating the cat from the dogs was a screen door. She was able to shut the other door and call the DOW. They came and put the mountain lion down. It had a mouth full of porky pine quills and was half nuts.

One other story about mountain lions. A hunter shot a big one around here this fall. Weighed over 150 lbs. He said when he first seen the cat it had a coyote in its mouth. He was carrying it by its head.
 
So what your say'n Ned is that two trips ago when me and my daughter climbed Comanche Peak that maybe it was more of prudence than paranoia when I insisted that I carry my .40 with me?

Great stories!!!


bart.
 
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Ned, This is a story I wrote back in March of last year, don't know if you read it or not.



BMR and Mrs Greg, It wasn't that big of a deal but here goes.

Feb 6, 1996, I was working that winter operating a feller buncher for a local logging company. My wife and two boys had left that afternoon for a couple of days in Williams Lake which is a 4 hr drive from home.
I had been left with the responsibility of looking after Ace, our oldest boy's Border Collie who, when he was still with us, was known affectionately as "our youngest son".
Ace had spent the day sleeping on the front seat of the truck while I cut trees. We arrived home at 1:00 AM in the morning. I started the generator so I could make a bite to eat, let Ace out of the truck, and went in the house to put some wood in the heater.
A couple of minutes later I went out to call Ace and bring him in. I then heard him raising Holy Hell under the lean-to of our old cabin. Very shortly he started sounding more distressed than mad. I started the truck and drove to where the lights would shine on whatever was happening.
I could see yellow and black and white rolling around on the ground. Thinking that Ace had tackled a coyote I bailed out of the truck, grabbed the first 2 hander I could from the junk that was leaned against the cabin wall and ran to help the dog.
When I reached the fray, Ace was closest to me so I jumped over the two of them. THAT was when I realized that the "coyote" had a very long tail and the paw that tried to reach me when I went over was about 6'' across . When I landed I spun around and started swinging at the cat's head. I could see that Ace's muzzle was pointed into the cat's mouth and the third swing he let out quite a yelp, pulled free, and left me to pick up the chips. I really don't know how many times I hit the cougar in the head but I wasn't prepared to let it up.
After I was sure the cat was dead I started calling Ace to see how much damage had been done. NO DOG. It had snowed a skiff sometime before we got home and I could then see tracks heading out the driveway. I caught up to him about a mile and a half down the road, still running as hard as he could. AWAY. It took a minute or two to B S him into the truck again.
I got him home and doctored him up. He had 2 holes at the top of his skull 1 of them was right through, presumably from the third swing I took that may have drove it in. There was also a big hole in his throat that narrowly missed his jugular, and numerous scratches to his belly and ribs.
The next morning I called the F&W officer so I could get a permit for the skin. When he arrived we decided that the cat was likely a coming 2 year old that was too stupid to follow the deer back to their winter range. By it's size, it should have weighed around 110-120 lbs. On the scale it only weighed 55 lbs.
We had 2 other dogs tied to their doghouses. While we were all gone the cat had spent a lot of time under a little tree where he could watch them but I'm guessing due to his emaciated condition he didn't have the courage to try them on for supper. When Ace came along he forced the issue and lucky for him I was there to help out.
I gave the hide to a friend and a cousin of mine in N. Dak has the cracked skull on her mantlepiece.



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bverellen said:
So what your say'n Ned is that two trips ago when me and my daughter climbed Comanche Peak that maybe it was more of prudence than paranoia when I insisted that I carry my .40 with me?

Great stories!!!


bart.
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It was probably not a bad idea. You never know.



gcreekrch, remind me I never want to mess with you. I don't believe I want to mess with anyone that would take on a mountain lion with a stick. :shock: Great story! Glad you lived to tell it.

I forgot to mention the lion that had the coyote in its mouth turned on the hunting dogs and really ripped them up.
 
gcreekrch said:
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Ned, This is a story I wrote back in March of last year, don't know if you read it or not.



BMR and Mrs Greg, It wasn't that big of a deal but here goes.

Feb 6, 1996, I was working that winter operating a feller buncher for a local logging company. My wife and two boys had left that afternoon for a couple of days in Williams Lake which is a 4 hr drive from home.
I had been left with the responsibility of looking after Ace, our oldest boy's Border Collie who, when he was still with us, was known affectionately as "our youngest son".
Ace had spent the day sleeping on the front seat of the truck while I cut trees. We arrived home at 1:00 AM in the morning. I started the generator so I could make a bite to eat, let Ace out of the truck, and went in the house to put some wood in the heater.
A couple of minutes later I went out to call Ace and bring him in. I then heard him raising Holy Hell under the lean-to of our old cabin. Very shortly he started sounding more distressed than mad. I started the truck and drove to where the lights would shine on whatever was happening.
I could see yellow and black and white rolling around on the ground. Thinking that Ace had tackled a coyote I bailed out of the truck, grabbed the first 2 hander I could from the junk that was leaned against the cabin wall and ran to help the dog.
When I reached the fray, Ace was closest to me so I jumped over the two of them. THAT was when I realized that the "coyote" had a very long tail and the paw that tried to reach me when I went over was about 6'' across . When I landed I spun around and started swinging at the cat's head. I could see that Ace's muzzle was pointed into the cat's mouth and the third swing he let out quite a yelp, pulled free, and left me to pick up the chips. I really don't know how many times I hit the cougar in the head but I wasn't prepared to let it up.
After I was sure the cat was dead I started calling Ace to see how much damage had been done. NO DOG. It had snowed a skiff sometime before we got home and I could then see tracks heading out the driveway. I caught up to him about a mile and a half down the road, still running as hard as he could. AWAY. It took a minute or two to B S him into the truck again.
I got him home and doctored him up. He had 2 holes at the top of his skull 1 of them was right through, presumably from the third swing I took that may have drove it in. There was also a big hole in his throat that narrowly missed his jugular, and numerous scratches to his belly and ribs.
The next morning I called the F&W officer so I could get a permit for the skin. When he arrived we decided that the cat was likely a coming 2 year old that was too stupid to follow the deer back to their winter range. By it's size, it should have weighed around 110-120 lbs. On the scale it only weighed 55 lbs.
We had 2 other dogs tied to their doghouses. While we were all gone the cat had spent a lot of time under a little tree where he could watch them but I'm guessing due to his emaciated condition he didn't have the courage to try them on for supper. When Ace came along he forced the issue and lucky for him I was there to help out.
I gave the hide to a friend and a cousin of mine in N. Dak has the cracked skull on her mantlepiece.



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Now that is just a scary enough story that I don't even want my name attached to it!! How the heck did you manage to get it in there?
 
I have a neighbor who saw a rattler on the road. all he had was a cresent wrench, and proceeded to whack away as it struck at him. 3 or 4 misses to time it right, but he killed it....

I always thought he was the biggest psycho I knew of...uintil the cougar and a stick battle...you are now my #1 psycho!
 
Burnt, I'm not sure how your name got in there, just a casualty of my amateur cutting and pasteing I guess. :???:

My FIL tells a story of his father who had a dude outfit at Grand Lake Colorado back in the 50's. A black bear had been raiding the camp about the time that some new outhouses had been constucted. One morning there was quite a ruckus going on inside one of the new facilities. The doors had been hung to open in and the bear had gotten inside and could not escape. Mrs Gcreek's Grandpa grabbed up a single bitted axe and killed Mr Bear on the way out after opening the door for him.
 
I'll have to tell the guy that shot that 150+lb. cat that I know a Canadian man that would of ran over and killed that cat with a stick if he'd ripped into his dogs. :D Our neighbors south of the border would say, you have BIG CAJONES . :D :D Now please don't get mad at me I'm just kidding. :wink:
 
Years ago, during trans-alaska pipline construction, two trucker pals were running Honolulu Creek hill between Anchorage and Fairbanks. Winter time. Front truck swerves in the road and keeps on truckin'. Back driver finds a cow moose kickin'and flounderin' around in the road. Bennie stops gets a ballpien hammer and after quite a siege of beating on the moose, he finishes it off. He chains up and drags it off to the side. He is not in a good mood as he proceeds up the hill. The front driver had reached the top, and is walking back down. He jumps on Bennies running board and asks did "did you have trouble?" You're #@* right I had trouble, was the abrupt reply. Most guys in this outfit will stop and take care of their own dirty work when they run over a moose. Driver # 1 is blank, stating that he did not run over a moose. After a second, he remembers that a moose had run out in front of him, and slipped and fallen, but he just drove around her and went on up the hill. Bennie had just beaten a healthy moose to death with a hammer. One can only speculate the outcome had she been able to regain her footing!
 
These stories sure changed from wildlife killing people to people killing wildlife awful fast. I got a story. Probably 7 or 8 years ago I was calving in January and I would sleep in our calving barn and check every few hours. It seemed like every time I went out when the sun was just coming up there would be several coyotes in the pen, that had the newest born calves, eating afterbirth or just blood that dropped from the new mother cows. It drove me nuts cause the cows almost started getting used to the coyotes mingling with them. The coyotes never did go after the calves. They were pretty darn smart too as they would know where to go to get out of my gun shot when they heard me coming. So one morning I opened the door and walked out of my room in our calving barn and sure enough there was a coyote right in one of the calving pens directly infront of me. We made eye contact and all I could think to do was try and step back to grab something out of the room to kill her with but with every step I took she took one step towards the gate she crawled under to get into the pen. the gate was a four footer and the 2x6's that made up the pen were too close together for her to get through so I had her trapped as long as I didn't let her under the 4 foot gate. Well I stood there for a long time trying to figure out how to get her this time and finally decided I was just going to have to go in there and kill her. I had my cover-alls on, boots, gloves, and a hat that protected most of my head so I thought she can't do much damage if I screw up too bad. So I slowly walked up to the gate and walked right in there with her, shut the gate and she stayed in the opposite corner about 10 feet in front of me and I finally got the nerve to attack. I broke her neck with my bare hands and it was over in 5 seconds - but I was shaking like a leaf. After I realized she was dead I remember thinking how pretty she was. Anyhow I felt bad afterwards.
 
It was almost this same time last year. We had snow on the ground and both kids were behind the house sledding down the hill.
I was getting dishes done and dinner started, when my son came tearing in the house screaming at the top of his lungs, "COYOTE, COYOTE!"
First question where's your sister? She was just coming in the house.
I grabbed my .243 and headed outside. Son tells me that the coyote is chasing my dog.
I yelled for my dog and the coyote took off trotting to the south. Because of the trees back there I couldn't get a clear shot at him.
Called the Federal trapper. Took him 3 tries, but he finally got that coyote.
Trapper got alot of coyotes on our place last year. Kept thinking he got that yote, but he just kept showing up. Only got one shot at him and I grazed him across his back.

The craziest one had a fox involved.
This one happened over 10 years ago. It was getting pretty darn cold -30, so I went to the barn to put our 2 horses in for the night. I locked them in and went around to the other end of the barn to shut off a light and feed my only barn cat.
I was standing in the tack room trying to get the cat to come up for her rubbing, but she wouldn't come near me. All of a sudden she hit the loft ladder like I shot her and I got smacked on my left ear by something fuzzy. This fox was sitting on a ledge just above my head and jumped down to get away and hit me up along side of the head with her tail.
Scared the day lights out of me.
I headed for the door shaking. Since I didn't have a gun I headed for the house, by the time I got there I was pretty ticked off. Grabbed the 12-gauge, but the husband had a fit, said I would blow a big hole in the barn. Didn't believe me that I was going to blow the hole in the fox.
We went down to the barn, let the horses out and trapped the fox in the stalls. Husband is trying to shoot it with a .22, missed shooting me in the head. He was finally able to kill it.
Was a little vixen.
I was still upset about the near miss, so went home and called the local radio station and asked them to play "Here's Your Sign." and dedicate it to my husband. Told the dJ what happened. Poor guy was laughing so hard he could barely get the words out.
 
Ned, is that last picture of the Needles near the top of Music Pass? I think there should be lakes if it is. I have only been there in the summer. Nice pictures at any rate.
 
Shortgrass said:
Ned, is that last picture of the Needles near the top of Music Pass? I think there should be lakes if it is. I have only been there in the summer. Nice pictures at any rate.
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That pictures looking up North Colony. Then over a ridge is South Colony. South Colony lakes are at the foot of Crestone on our side, one of the Cotonwood lakes on the other. I think there's around 52 high mountain lakes up there.

Sure some good stories everyone has. Quite the tough crowd. People killing moose, mountain lions, coyotes and bear by hand. WOW!!!

I Luv Herfs story reminded me of one time my wife seen some raccoons going into the barn we keep some grain in. I grabbed my 12 gauge shotgun and she grabbed a flashlight. She was in her pajamas and it was snowing hard. We went in the barn and I'd shoot the one she'd shine a light on. One was crawling up the wall when I shot it. After I got them all shot I started packing the outside to the dumpster. When I got outside I heard a funny hissing, leaking sound. I wondered to myself, I wonder if a water hydrant is on over there. When I went around the corner there sat my 4WD Heston tractor I plow snow with. I had buckshot in my shotgun and I shot threw the front tire and had chloride leaking all over. I shot the fuel line and had diesel running. I shot the oil filter and oil was running. It took a while to get all the leaks stopped. It sure could of been worse. I almost got the fuel tank and some steel lines that would of been real hard to fix. After that my friends would tease me and ask when tractor season started again.
 
jigs said:
I have a neighbor who saw a rattler on the road. all he had was a cresent wrench, and proceeded to whack away as it struck at him. 3 or 4 misses to time it right, but he killed it....

I always thought he was the biggest psycho I knew of...uintil the cougar and a stick bat
tle...you are now my #1 psycho!
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Jigs that story brings to mind my father-----Years ago we used to do a little farming.One day while binding oats we had stopped to replace a key in a chain sprocket when a rattler crawled up close to Dad and coiled up to strikee Dad had a small,very short handled ball pein hammer in his hand and he just reached over and nailed that bugger.If he had missed :!: :!: :!:
 
Well, this story is a little embarrassing because at the end of it all I looked more a kid that messed his pants than like a hero. But here is my wild animal story.

Over the winter, we store our summer season equipment in the shed next door where it seldom gets looked at until spring. I guess I left the back window of our 1155 Massey tractor open when I parked it there in the fall.

The next spring I go into the shed to fire the tractor up and hook it onto the manure spreader. I open the cab door and swing up into the cab, ready to land on the seat.

I was up the steps and halfway into the cab when all of a sudden a big snarly boar coon jumps off off the seat toward me and almost into my face. If there is any such thing as an involuntary evacuation of the bowels, that would have been the ideal place for it to happen.

The good part was that he had only shredded a little bit of the upholstery on one fender. The tractor smelled kinda coony for a while. And now I make sure that all the doors and windows are closed when I park stuff for the winter.
 
gcreekrch said:
WyomingRancher said:
Ned Jr. said:
Here's the traffic jam I got stuck in feeding cows this morning.

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Better on your place, than here... they sure are an extra expense! :D
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I wonder what they are worth on the grid? 8) 8)
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Good question...lets flock shoot a bunch and find out, we can start with the 150+ that live here :wink:
 
Ned where's your snow? I had a heck of a blizzard late Christmas Day. Been plowing either myself or the neighbors out since then.

MMMM...that gives me hankerin' for elk stew. :wink:
 

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