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the night before one of my hunts to lacassine, i stayed with my cousin and his friend to get up early for the mornin..that night he told me about the chubacobra's how they suck your blood and come walking thru your decoys on the water. And then he talked about the wild indians that lived out there and in sabine how they hated us, and snuck up on you in rouseau canes..Then on top of that he says a rapid beaver bit a lab and now the lab killed its owner and is running around a few ponds away. The next mornin they left me in the rouseaus so they could throw decoys. I swear i could hear everything, i was so paranoid of what was behind me in the reaseaus that i missed seeing teal buzz over. Come to find out..it was fake..Kinda of dumb but if you was me..you would have been scared. |
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We always were told it was the rugaru that was the marsh god. It sure kept us straight when my grandfather started talking about it, and then you would hear a bobcat scream in the night. Would just about wet my pants, but it never stopped me from going to the marsh.
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it hasnt stopped me. I was once told some old lady roamed the marsh behind my house looking for her husband. Anyone she seen she would chain them and drag em around and make em slaves. but i never quit going by myself at age of 6. |
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scary......hmmmm
this past deer season after watching a few monsterquest episodes, i was walking out of the swamp at night when i could not find my shallow crossing spot on this little creek. a pack of coyotes started howling not far behind me, i just put my wallet, cigs, and lighter in my shirt pocket and said **** it and got wet up past my waist, but it was well worth it. Several years ago I was hunting this creek bottom on a pipeline on a different WMA. This methhead lookin dude comes up and lets me know that he was planning on hunting there, I told him to shhhhhhhhh and get lost fast. He walked up the hill and climbed a tree right at the end of my shooting lane in plain sight of me. about an hour later a doe walked out right between me and him, i let one fly from the 7 mag and he just about did a back flip out of his stand. The deer dropped the deer dead in it's tracks. i can't really tell my scariest/funniest without getting booed off of here...... |
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