What was one of your most scariest moments while on the water or in the field?
Mine happened about 17 years ago while Bow Hunting one November afternoon. It was a cloudy but calm day, perfect to be in the stand hunting Mr. Illusive himself. I drove down to the farm and in 25 minutes I was in my treestand. Now it was perfectly silent all afternoon as I watched the fence line on the corner of a corn field and the big stand of Pin Oaks. As I sat there out of the sky rumbled a monstrous crack. It literally shook every bone in my body to the core. In just a hundredth of a second I saw this bright iridescent blue flash hit the fence post 15 yards in front of me. That crack I heard was nothing to what came next. Boom and I do mean Boom.
The last thing I saw was the spark as the percussion from the blast blew me out of my treestand and placed me in the tall field grass 20 yards from the tree I was sitting in. It took me what seemed forever to figure out what had just happened but the problem now was I couldn't see a dam thing, my ears had a high ringing pitch in them that was skull busting. All I could see was blue squares,pink circles,black boxes and all kinds on weird crap floating across my vision. I had no clue what direction I was facing. I laid in the tall grass helpless for what seemed like forever thinking will I be able to see, will I be able to make it back to the truck so that I can get help? I didn't know.
After 20 to 30 minutes of laying in the weeds my vision started to go white gray and I could make out shadows of objects. The field looked like one massive gray blob but I could see a small black object far off in the distance. I figured it to be the barn so I gradually made my way to the object. It was my truck. I sat in my truck for few hours waiting for my vision to improve and when it did I was like thank God.
I had no idea where any of my gear was at, it could have been 20 foot up in the trees for all I knew. Went back about 2 days later after getting checked out at the Hospital and found all my bow gear exactly where I had been laying in the grass. It was a perfect outline of my body position and was kind of like looking at a Ghost. To this day if I so much as hear a popcorn fart my ass is headed to the truck.
End of Story!
Hope you enjoyed the read, but that was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me why hunting in my life.