Regarding the Killer Whales...saw them 2 years about 80 miles out of Port A. A pod of about5 or 6. We got within 30 yards of them and watched them for about a half hour. Noone believed me until a week later another fishing boat filmed some and it made the Corpus news and the front page of the Caller Times.

I have also seen 2 whale sharks. Caught a 20 lb ling off of one.

You scratched my anchor.

I may have posted this before, but we used to have a little ranch out in Liberty Hill. As it started to get dark, we started seeing lots of lightning bugs. They were everywhere. It looked like someone had but Christmas lights on every surface of the ranch. We just drove around watching the show for hours. Of course no-one had a camera.

Another time I had gotten out of the deer stand and was waiting to be picked up at dusk. I see 2 ducks take off a pond and I am casually watching them fly in my direction. About the time they are even with me the hen starts quacking and the 2 ducks start a rapid climb. I look over to see an owl coming from the other direction and it is climbing fast too. It missed one of the ducks by less than a foot. Talk about springing teal!

Somewhere between Carlos and College Station while driving I saw three deer in a field - doe and two yearlings. As I pulled over to look a coyote raced out, and the chase was on. Crazy thing was, seconds into the chase the doe turned around and began chasing the coyote. It got better. She caught up to him quickly and brutalized him with her front hooves. She caught and stomped him several times before he disapeared into the woods.

Funniest thing I've seen was a huge water snake that kept jumping around actually getting a couple of feet into the air. I got closer and realized it was attached to the rear end of a big bull frog. This went on for several minutes until the frog went back in the water. After that who knows what happened.

Early in my career in the metropolis of Premont, Texas the office Red Tailed Hawk sailed off his flag pole perch and proceeded to get both talons around the head of a six foot Indigo. A couple of rolls and the Indigo had wrapped up both of the hawks wings and pinned them behind him.They rolled around for about twenty minutes and neither would give up his advantage. We finally moved in and separated them....the hawk was so tired he could not fly. The Indigo took off in a hurry. The next day the hawk was back on his perch with a craving for field mice.

Another - my wife went to our place up in East TX and saw a snake on the ground with another smaller snake in his mouth. It was a copperhead eating a small ratsnake, but the copperhead couldn't swallow the ratsnake. Being the nice person she is, she got a shovel and scraped at the ratsnake until it came out of the copperhead's mouth, and the CH slithered away. I would have used the shovel to increase the dead snake tally to 2, but I wasn't there.

bdb-- Saw those same lights in Del Rio it was a cool thing to see.

This may not be unusual. But I thought I'd throw this in.

Dad and I wanted to get a new Brittany because the last one died. (Damn find dog that would hunt on two legs) We found one nearby. Named him CY. (short for Cypress) He was liver color and stubborn as hell. Well trained though. We took him to Bellville for Quail hunting. While in the field, we met up with a man with a rather large German Short Haired Pointer. (GSHP) He bragged about how much he paid for him. We agreed hunting with two dogs is better than one. Well, the owner of the GSHP was ragging on how small CY was and ragged if he could last the day. CY was small, but looked like he was on steroids. Dog would sprint from the backyard and crash into the back door for joys. Yea, he was nuts. So, CY finds the first covey and one bird down. GSHP decides he needs to retrieve the bird. CY not happy. CY finds the next covey, and one bird is downed. GSHP finds bird and CY starts to kick the sheit out him. It was really bloody and the owner starts screaming "Get him off, he's gonna kill my dog". That poor small liver color cheap dog owned that expensive POS.

CY was run over by a car soon after that. He felt the need to procreate. That was a sad day.

When i was about 11 i lived in montana and went to yellowstone one weekend....we were driving down the road and we came up on a big traffic jam..lots of cars so we thought it might be a bear since most other animals usually does not stop traffic like this...everyone is standing up on the hill next to the road so we walk up there to see what is there..about 50 yards away is a buffalo but about 10 yards from the buffalo are 3-4 people taking pictures(i remember thinking to myself they had to be from new york or something)anyways we are watching and you can see the buffalo pawing at the ground and all of a sudden i hear my dad yell run and he grabs both my sister and me by the arm and drag us down the hill with my mom right behind us....seems that buffalo decided he didnt like his picture being takin and decided to charge...i never found out if anything happened since we got in the car and got the hell out of there because that buffalo was bigger then our car

I think I've told this somewhere on here before.

When I was about 16, I went with several friends out to a buddy's piece of land near Decatur. We were out doing what we always did: driving a truck around at night and shooting whatever moved. One night we came upon this spike about 50 yards away, and it was staring right into the headlights. The driver stopped, pulled out a spotlight, shined it on him, and he kept staring. We spend a few seconds debating what to do, and one guy pulls out his .30-30 and starts shooting at him. He doesn't move. After about 4 shots (and misses), I'm getting a little disgusted and tell the guy to give me the gun, as I won't miss (although I do suspect something was wrong with the sights on the gun as that guy wasn't that bad a shot).

Before I could get a crack at him, one of the other guys grabs a water ski rope thats in the back of the pickup and says he's going to lasso the thing. So we put our guns down and watch him make a fool out of himself (incidentally, there was no alcohol involved in any of this) for a few seconds. Then, the spike takes off, but not too far. We chased it.

For the next hour, the guy with the rope (it was his land), me, and two other guys chase this stupid thing halfway across north central Texas. It would get 25 yards in front of us, wait for us to catch up, then take off again, and repeat that. I had a flashlight and a shotgun; one other guy had a flashlight and some weapon; another guy had two long guns -- his, and the guy's with the rope. I must have gotten hit by the back swing of that rope 10 times. Anyway, we come up on a fence line and the spike jumps it and is gone. I guess he figured we'd follow him there and continue the fun, but we gave up thinking he was gone for good.

These idiots kept saying stupid stuff like, "hey, let's catch him and we can take him back home with us and put him in the backyard." Of course then, at 16, it made a little sense! But it was one of the funnest hours or so of my life.

That reminds me of a buddy and my brother who chased a deer thru a field with his truck, buddy leans out the window and tried to whack it with a crowbar. Missed it by a couple inches. Wasn't highschool fun!

Now my fishing story.

My dad and I always used Stren fishing line. Since he's old school, he wanted to try a new Trilene line "on sale" at Academy. We loaded 4 Ambassadors with Trilene and headed for Bolivor. First 20 minutes of fishing we had the line break 3 times above the cork. Switched back to Stren and no more breaks. We were able to watch the corks (with Reds still hooked) work the area for baitfish. We always tried to guess the Reds behavior, (feeding habits) but this situation confirmed it. Never used Trilene again.

I had the same thing happen to me (The redfish with the cork), only I snuck up on him and grabbed that cork with my bare hand.

I had the same thing happen to me (The redfish with the cork), only I snuck up on him and grabbed that cork with my bare hand.

No Gloves? You be Arnold.

I had the same thing happen to me (The redfish with the cork), only I snuck up on him and grabbed that cork with my bare hand.

No Gloves? You be the Stealthman.

dp

I always use stren as well, but the other day when I got my new calcutta at academy all they had was trilene to spool it with. The only big bass I hook into at my gf's ranch pops that line like sewing thread. I will never use trilene again, not even if it's free!!!

I was still-hunting for hogs in our creek bottom...walking 20 yards & stopping & listening. A doe came up from the creek about 40 yards ahead, checked me out & then when into the bottom perpindicular to me. I continued following the creek & when I passed where the doe was I heard a loud as hell bleating about 20 yards to me left....one of those "raise the hair on your neck" type moments.

I eased into the brush, freaked completely out at this point. A coyote had grabbed the doe's fawn by the neck. I ran up on it yelling & it dropped the fawn (a buck fawn at that). The fawn breathed its last breath in my arms. That sucked.

I suppose she knew I was in the area & had moved on, while the coyote was upwind of me & couldn't smell that I was there. He also might have been too focused on the fawn.

Needless to say I repaid that death with extreme prejudice upon the coyote population.

i had an owl go in my blind while hunting at 5am, scared the living sheet out of me

When I was a kid (10) in the early 70's, had my dad drop me off at a deer blind at our lease in Laredo. It was only perched about 5 feet off the ground, so he took of to take others to their blind. When I got to the top of the ladder and opened it, 2 wet backs were in the blind shivering form the cold. I jumped from the ladder, and caught my dad before he was 30 yards from the blind. He was impressed that I didn't lose my gun.

The coolest thing I ever saw was while bow hunting over a feeder, there was a covey of quail that I had watched for about 20 minutes feed around the blind. When out from under a bush a bobcat came out in a blur and nailed one of the quail, dropped it, and went back under the bush. All the other quail scattered, but came back to investigate when then first quail started fluttering on the ground. The cat cmae back and repeated her original performance, and eventually left w/ 4 freshly killed birds.

It still amazes me to this day. I never saw the cat in the brush (only about 25' away), only when she came out, and when she left.

2 stories:

1. While dove hunting in Lampasas in the laye 1970's, I knocked one down in a pond and had to wade in to get it. When I was about 3 feet away, the water started to swirl like a whirlpool and the dove went down...I never knew what got it and I really don't want to know.

2. While fishing in a 12' john boat in the bay in Portland, I saw what I thought was a big piece of black plastic floating about 30 yards away. As I got cloer I saw that it actually was a manta ray about as long as the boat - very cool as I watched it lazily swim around for about 15 minutes.

Mark,

Your dove was eaten by a turtle. Seen it many times in stock tanks, especially when they are fluttering around on top.

phoenix491...

Wait a minute - you saw a hawk chilling on a phone line, while a p*ssed off mockingbird was fluttering overhead?

Were you scared?

One spring evening a couple of years ago I was trolling for white bass on the Medina River where it empties into Medina Lake--near Pop's Place.

I was on the boat alone, enjoying the peace and quiet, a beer or two, and although the fishing could have been better, it had been a nice outing on the water. No other boat traffic to speak of.

Until this jackass and his chick launch their water flea. At first they kept their distance and while I puttered along dragging crankbaits they weren't much trouble aside from being a minor annoyance.

After a while they kept getting closer...and closer as they sped past me.

Tired of the BS, I tied a Little George onto a trout rod (Ambassadeur/All Star/12 lb. Trilene Big Game). On their next run, hauling arse parallel to me 30 feet away, I let out the perfect cast. I knew it was perfect because when I thumbed the spool my thumb became burned and the All Star was momentarily doubled over.

I experienced my first ever break off on Trilene Big Game at that moment, as the water flea came to an abrupt stop. Jackass asks me something like "WTF" with a pained, bewildered look on his face. His chick is holding three feet of line with my Little George on the business end. Feigning surprise, I mumble "Oh, I didn't see y'all."

Chick dropped my Little George into the drink and they hauled arse away, never to bother me again.

Not as scared as this guy I know who was once chased out of a pond by a "scary" gar he hooked on a trotline ... what a chick.

My grandfather talked about bullfrogs eating downed dove that landed on the pond he hunted near Marble Falls.

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Several years ago while predator hunting one midnight with my brother, we had an electronic caller with a remote speaker with 50' of cord. We had set the speaker as far away from the truck as possible and was using a yellow hammer woodpecker call. Within a couple of minutes we heard something near the speaker. When we hit the spotlight, there was a huge bobcat taking swipes at the speaker.

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I had the same thing happen except the speaker was more like 15 feet. I'm pretty sure we were using the woodpecker call as well. When we turned on the light he was just sitting there with his face inches from the speaker, by the time I got the camera he was walking around.

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Nov 04. Me and the wife were diving in Cozumel. We were finishing our second dive of the day and were at 15 feet doing a safety stop. Two 8 ft marlin swam between us. I had already shot all of the film in my camera.

Several years back. Pheasant hunting in central Kansas. There were 8 or so of us in line working a CRP field. This rooster jumps up and runs the gauntlet. Everybody in line unloads without so much as knocking a feather off. The birds glides another 200 yds and into a dead tree and killed himself. We still rehash that story every year on the Pheasant Humping Trip.

That reminds me of the time we saw a dove decapitate itself on a power line in the process of ducking and dodging our shots. We never touched him, but his head and the body fell from about 40 feet up down to the ground in 2 pieces.

I don't know about a guy being a chick when a big gar is involved. I was waist deep in a slough off the Guadelupe fishing for catfish when I felt something swim by. An alligator gar at least 5' long surfaced about a few feet away to get a bit of air. Not a pleasant feeling.

Back before I knew what an alligator gar was, around 6th grade, I was on a pond at a friend's lease in their john boat sitting with my line in the water when I saw what I could only assume was the Loch Ness monster of Smithville slowly surface, show its fins, and go back under. Needless to say, the trolling motor was about 85hp less than I wanted it to be as I hauled ass back to the dock at 2mph.

I think I was 13, maybe 14. We made it to the beach with our surf boards and the blue water was in with waves less than a foot. We didn't bring our fishing gear. So, with nothing better to do, I paddled out to where a decent sized wave would break if there were any. There were not. Then something bigger than me and my board passed underneath. It was moving fast and I started paddling as fast as I could towards the beach. The next thing I knew it jumped over me. It was a dolphin. It might as well have been jaws, I think I made the beach in about three seconds flat. They seem a lot bigger and less flipper like when you're up close...d8)

Couple of years ago, I took a spike on the last day of deer season. As soon as I shoot, the clouds opened up and the rain came down. I waited for about an hour to see if it would let up and of course, it didn't. So I have to decide if I'm going to pack this buck out the mile or so to the truck, or leave him lay and go back to the ranch and get the 4 wheeler.

Since I was gonna get wet and nasty anyway, I decided to pack him out. After about 800 yds in the mud and slop of the post oak thickets in Jackson County, I set him down by a stump to take a break. By this time, it's literally raining buckets(all in all was 6 inches in about 4 hours).

I look through the trees and see a couple of small hogs coming right at me. I decide to wait and see how close they will get before I shoot. They come up close enough that they actually sniff the dead spike and they seem a tad bit confused. I stood up from the log I was sitting on and hollered real loud. the hogs turned themselves inside out trying to get away. I was laughing so hard, I never got a shot off.