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Late afternoon one deer season on a nice sunny day I decided to watch a little box canyon that I'd seen some does in a number of times. I made my way 15-20yds down the slope and found a nice stump to lean against where I had a good view of the bottom. I could hear somebody target practicing miles away and very faintly a chainsaw running off in the distance. I had just gotten settled and was thinking that the shadows were getting pretty long when it started. Up at the top there was a stand of alders that I'd walked past and I start hearing what sounded like a low moaning noise coming from it. Oh ****! I listened for a second to make sure I wasn't imagining it, and then said something intelligent like, "uh hello, is somebody there?" It stopped and I thought OK, I was hearing things! Then I realized that the chainsaw revving noise was still in the distance but getting louder. And then the moaning started up again, louder also. Now the hair on my neck is standing up and I'm thinking oh crap, I think I saw this movie at dollar night at the drive in the early '70's.
I was starting to get up to see if there was somebody hurt up there when I noticed the brush is moving, a little ways down hill from me. What the? The chainsaw revving noise is getting closer too but its still kind of faint sounding. All of a sudden a big Porcupine comes waddling out of the brush right in front of my feet, and doesn't even bother to sniff them or me,just goes around me close enough to touch, heading for that stand of alders. And that chainsaw revving noise was coming from him. Evidently that was his girlfriend or wannabe in the alders singing a porcupine love song.
Probably the worst (or could have been) wild life encounter I've had was right in my kitchen 6-7 months ago. There's an over grown brushy area on the other side of my backyard fence. Every once in awhile a possum or two take up residence in there and if you leave the cat door or the patio door open one of the little SOBs will be in here eating cat food. Chase 'em out once and its no problem until the next one moves in. I woke up right before the alarm went off one morning and heard some catfood crunching going on in the kitchen. I knew it wasn't the cat because it was a lot louder and the lazy cat is never awake at that time anyway. Its a possum again! Throw my pants on and come busting into the kitchen yelling "get outta here you little sonuva....SKONK!!!! (in my best Rancid Crabtree voice) At that point I headed for the living room at a sprint yelling NOOOOO!! at the top of my lungs. Thankfully the skunk was doing the same heading for the cat door. I'm not sure which of us was more scared but I'd bet the rent money that it was probably me. I didn't need any coffee that morning, already wide awake and shakylike. Needless to say the cat door doesn't get left open anymore.
I was starting to get up to see if there was somebody hurt up there when I noticed the brush is moving, a little ways down hill from me. What the? The chainsaw revving noise is getting closer too but its still kind of faint sounding. All of a sudden a big Porcupine comes waddling out of the brush right in front of my feet, and doesn't even bother to sniff them or me,just goes around me close enough to touch, heading for that stand of alders. And that chainsaw revving noise was coming from him. Evidently that was his girlfriend or wannabe in the alders singing a porcupine love song.
Probably the worst (or could have been) wild life encounter I've had was right in my kitchen 6-7 months ago. There's an over grown brushy area on the other side of my backyard fence. Every once in awhile a possum or two take up residence in there and if you leave the cat door or the patio door open one of the little SOBs will be in here eating cat food. Chase 'em out once and its no problem until the next one moves in. I woke up right before the alarm went off one morning and heard some catfood crunching going on in the kitchen. I knew it wasn't the cat because it was a lot louder and the lazy cat is never awake at that time anyway. Its a possum again! Throw my pants on and come busting into the kitchen yelling "get outta here you little sonuva....SKONK!!!! (in my best Rancid Crabtree voice) At that point I headed for the living room at a sprint yelling NOOOOO!! at the top of my lungs. Thankfully the skunk was doing the same heading for the cat door. I'm not sure which of us was more scared but I'd bet the rent money that it was probably me. I didn't need any coffee that morning, already wide awake and shakylike. Needless to say the cat door doesn't get left open anymore.