When Animals Attack! Anyone?

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So, have any of you guys ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? I mean, something more than, "I was in the woods and I saw a bear. Then it ran away."
 
Wild dogs that charged snapping, had an adult pair of coons aproach all puffed up and hissing/growling- they stopped when I backed out of what must have been "their" area.
Do Black Angus bulls count?? LOL!!
Bill
 
Coyote, and me without my gun.
I came aroud a bend into an open-book type rockface, the animal was instantly cornered. Even though she was smaller than my bigger dog (who was not with me), I'm guessing 35-40 pounds, when the haunches went up and the teeth were bared, I was one scared little boy (I was 30).
I made myself look as big as I could (held my coat open), and kept "face front" without direct challenging eye contact, (neither submitting or challenging, I hoped) and backed away slowly. SHe was out of my sight for all of three seconds when I heard her take off through the woods.

Camping in the Sierra, heard the shuffle-huff of a bear trying to get at our bear bag. It was hung well, but that frustrated the bear a bit.
It was a mid sized black bear, but was clearly not afraid of people. We jumped out of our tent, shined our lights, screamed, clapped, and he turned and looked at us as if to say, "oh, please....get back in your friggen tent, pussy". He didn't run off, didn't charge, just pretended we weren't there. That was freaky. We didn't know WHAT to do at that point. He eventually shuffled off.

Large Great barracuda swam between my legs off the coast of belize.

Bleeding from a cut on my leg while diving with sharks. I noticed their behavior getting wonky, things got freaky, we abandoned the dive, we got back on the boat and I found out I was bleeding....ooops.

Group of us were attacked by SOMETHING...still don't know what, in the woods outside Roscoe, NY in the middle of the night when we stupid freaking kids) had wondered away from camp to sneak cigarettes. I don't remember if/how many injuries, but we ran away from a hissing snarling thing through the woods, with one of us having one small flashlight.
And they wonder why I don't go anywhere without at least my trusty surefire.
 
"I was in the woods, and I saw a cougar. Then it did not run away."

I almost shot the SOB with a .357 mag that suddenly seemed too small. I was OT, on a game trail, and he had just killed a spikehorn that he wasn't abandoning, still had his jaws on its neck in fact. He must have been around a 230+ lb male. I wound up backing off without turning my back on him for almost 100 yards. Scared the wits out of me for a moment, and I wouldn't care to meet him again. There is little telling a big cat is about until it is, or it's damn near, too late.
 
When I was a kid I was attacked by a pack of feral dogs and bitten up pretty badly, no big machismo in this one I cried like a the little kid I was and my dogs (spanish shorthairs) followed by my dad came in a hurry.
 
[, with quote=smokelaw1;4271339]Coyote, and me without my gun.
I came aroud a bend into an open-book type rockface, the animal was instantly cornered. Even though she was smaller than my bigger dog (who was not with me), I'm guessing 35-40 pounds, when the haunches went up and the teeth were bared, I was one scared little boy (I was 30).
I made myself look as big as I could (held my coat open), and kept "face front" without direct challenging eye contact, (neither submitting or challenging, I hoped) and backed away slowly. SHe was out of my sight for all of three seconds when I heard her take off through the woods.

Camping in the Sierra, heard the shuffle-huff of a bear trying to get at our bear bag. It was hung well, but that frustrated the bear a bit.
It was a mid sized black bear, but was clearly not afraid of people. We jumped out of our tent, shined our lights, screamed, clapped, and he turned and looked at us as if to say, "oh, please....get back in your friggen tent, pussy". He didn't run off, didn't charge, just pretended we weren't there. That was freaky. We didn't know WHAT to do at that point. He eventually shuffled off.

many injuries, but we raLarge Great barracuda swam between my legs off the coast of belize.
one small flashlight.
And they wonder why I don't go anywhere without at least my trusty surefire.
Bleeding from a cut on my leg while diving with sharks. I noticed their behavior getting wonky, things got freaky, we abandoned the dive, we got back on the boat and I found out I was bleeding....ooops.

Group of us were attacked by SOMETHING...still don't know what, in the woods outside Roscoe, NY in the middle of the night when we stupid freaking kids) had wondered away from camp to sneak cigarettes. I don't remember if/how n away from a hissing snarling thing through the woodsone of us having
 
please disregard the previous post don't know what i did wrong or how to correct it. thanks
 
I and two buds came around a corner on a mountain trail and there was Ma Griz with two cubs -- about 100 yards away (You know, 12 inches :eek: ). Up she went and started sniffing and looking . We backed up as fast as we could until we couldn't see her, then ran like Hell. As we sat huffing and puffing, we suddenly heard the sound of rocks roling down the hill. OMG!!!! :eek: :eek: :eek: Thankfully, it was just a squirrel. (It was PO'd at us too.)

We were walking by a steel fence once, wondering why it was there, when a bull buffalo rammed it full tilt. Somewhat surprising. (Check for dry briefs.)

Skunk led her five kits across my sleeping bag one night in Kings Canyon. I held real still.

Bears in National Parks in California never ran away. That's just how it was. Soemtimes they wouldn't even look at you as you banged pots and pans and yelled. :yawn:

I was in N.Y.C. at a bus terminal (Port Authority IIRC) when a guy grabbed my bag off the bus and took off around the corner of the building. "Hey!" I ran after him, and he stopped, turned, and pulled a knife. Twitchy and maybe 120 lbs soaking wet. The bag weighed at least 70 lbs. and he decided "You crazy man" and left, leaving the bag behind. Was he a "wild" enough creature?
 
heh, I went down to the old lake we used to live by one morning to watch the sun come up, And I had been down there for a few minutes, when I heard some bushes moving, and think much as Many small animals can make that much noise, I didnt leave. A few mintues later A cub came out of the bushes, And we all know what comes with that mixture, And I wasn't waitin' around for it.
 
I have killed a feral dog that jumped at me when I was a kid, A wild swing with a machete put her down. Thankfully the rest of the pack took off. Just a bunch of pets gone wild I guess and thank my lucky stars for :) The other time I was scared with an animal was when I was shooting my 308 from the prone position up in the woods. Felt the hair on my neck rise and was feeling ......well,like food. Sat up and looked around and there was a huge mt lion staring at me about 15-20 feet away!!!!! I immediately put it in the crosshairs of the rifle and it got the message that I was NOT food. It just strolled off. Really glad I didn't have to deal with it anymore than that cause I am sure that if I'd missed, I would not have had time to work the bolt again before he'd have been on me. Add to the issue of trying to sight in on a cat at that distance with the scope still on 10X.......needless to say I was done shooting for the day. Took about 6 hours to burn off the adrenaline dump. I had one experiance with black bear but never got the feeling it was gonna turn bad. My wife and my father were walking a trail with me in upstate NY and we stopped for a break. Since it was deer season I had brought along a single shot H&R 357mag rifle and a couple extra shells just in case Bambi showed up. Well while Dad was lighting up a cigarette, there was a ruslting of a downed tree top from recent logging. Well Momma bear must have decided we'd been there too long and she burst out of the tree and bolted away from us. Shewas probably 350-400#s. We were just getting over the startle when it happend again! Only this time a smaller bear came out. Then another. Then one more. The last one stopped to look at us and we heard a rough call from beyond the tree which was momma saying "get it in gear!!!" He took off and we gave them a few minutes to clear out and then headed back on down the trail with a good story :)
 
OK, this is the Mutha of Wild Animal Attacks, sit back and enjoy.

First up, this is a True Story.

Way back in the 1960's, or maybe early 70s there was a wild animal attack in the Richmond VA area. Brutal. No deaths, but certainly injuries.

Seems there had been some suitcases stolen form the Richmond VA Greyhound bus station. It got to be daily occurence. A car would pull up, grab a suitcase or two, and speed off. Well, some boys down there decided they would get these suitcase stealins to stop, and fast.

The Cadillac was found many miles outside of the city limits, on the side of the road. It seems that the thieves would snatch the suitcases and drive well out of town, down a country road, then pillage the suitcase for it's contents. At the scene, the sedan had visibly ripped up, torn up, interior upholstery. The Cadillac was found with all 4 doors wide open, motor still running. The thieves were gone?
There was human blood found inside and outside of the sedan.

Well, the old boys who decided to take the law into their own hands, had done a little improvising. They took an old hard-sided suitcase, drilled some air holes in it, trapped and placed a full grown, live BobCat inside.

Imagine the shock and horror of the thieves, when they snapped the latches on that suitcase, whipped it open, inside an enclosed car?

The liscense plates were checked, and the owner found at home, the next day, bandaged on the arms, shoulders and the neck. The rest were rounded up by the owner's admission, with similar home-made bandages placed over their wounds.
 
I once had a horrific stare down with a hamster. Let me tell you buddy, staring into those cold dead eyes made my butt lock up like a bank vault, and I nearly passed out from terror. Luckily I averted my gaze and it did not go for my throat. Now THAT was a damn close one!:eek:
 
HAHAHA, that just reminded me. When I was staying at my sisters house while she went with her husmand On a truckin' trip. I came in after getting some groceries, and I found her hamster, in the cage STIFF, like the same as a bored, even made the same noise. I was like, well, how am I going to explain this one. And is was soo over weight, I don know how it lived that long.
 
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Look there even have some in Captivity!
 
When I was a young man I worked for the phone company and was stringing wire thru this ladies back yard. This lady had no dogs. About half way thru the job I heard a deep growl and felt a thumping on the ground. I turned around and saw a collie (as in Lassie...saving Timmy in the well) galloping towards me with his teeth bared. I jumped up from my tool box and yelled for the lady to get her dog and she came to the door and said it wasn't her dog....I swung at the dog with my linemans belt and ran for the gate in the back yard. I reached the gate and ran thru it and shut the gate behind me.

I leaned on the gate and breathed a sigh of relief when the dog..( Lassie ) smashed thru the grape stake fence like it was toilet paper and turned on me as I jumped on the back of my truck and hopped to the top of the cab. A few seconds later the police came (the lady called them) and distracted the dog until animal control came and got the dog...I didn't stop breathing hard for about 3 hours....Have never trusted Collies since. (BAD, Lassie...BAD)
 
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