Most Dangerous Hunt(s)

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This should be fun. What is the most dangerous hunt you have been on and why? What do you think is the most dangerous hunt in the world and why? @Hunterhabib definitely want to hear your opinion.

For me, the most dangerous hunt I have done was in Mozambique for buffalo and hippo. It had rained very heavily that year, and they'd been unable to burn. The grass was 12' high, and the visibility was very poor. On the first day, we tracked buffalo for 6-7 hours, and never really saw them until I shot my bull at roughly 10-15 paces. We also tracked hippo in the thick heavy mopane. The water was about ankle high in most areas, but in some spots the water was 8-10' deep. The hippo had carved a massive path in the mopane, but had disappeared into a small pool somewhere. We never saw that hippo, but if we had, it would have been at most 20' from us... not a lot of space to deal with a potentially charging hippo

I've never tracked a wounded lion, but it seems like it would be towards the top of most dangerous situations. My perception is they are both aggressive, and lightning fast.
 
TWO that I can think of.
1. When hunting my suni last year we were in a riverine area walking elephant trails and came around a bend and the tracker, PH, and myself saw the backend of several female elephants with little ones at about 20 yards, luckily the wind was from them to us. So we backed out slow and quite.

2. As a young teenager was hunting elk in the early bow season in colorado. Hiked up to the 11000 ft level made camp and was hearing elk bugle. Work up the next morning to 3 ft of fresh snow. Took several hours of very careful slipping and sliding to get down a couple thousand feet to get below the snow line.
 
Hunting quail with an idiot. I typically am very careful with whom I participate in group shotgun activities. I broke that rule to hunt quail with an in-law and two of his friends. I caught one of them in my peripheral vison swinging on a bird about to fly by my face. I could hear the shot stream as I hit the ground.

Hunting ducks with an idiot. I was guiding in those days. Had a sport struggling with both his Remington 1100 and with hitting anything. After missing a hovering bird over the decoys, he slammed is gun butt first in the bottom of the blind, setting of a round about a foot below and four inches away from my right ear.

In Mozambique we walked around a corner and came face to face with these two. I managed a very very quick photo as managed an even faster retreat.
lion mozambique2.jpg
 
This should be fun. What is the most dangerous hunt you have been on and why? What do you think is the most dangerous hunt in the world and why? @Hunterhabib definitely want to hear your opinion.

For me, the most dangerous hunt I have done was in Mozambique for buffalo and hippo. It had rained very heavily that year, and they'd been unable to burn. The grass was 12' high, and the visibility was very poor. On the first day, we tracked buffalo for 6-7 hours, and never really saw them until I shot my bull at roughly 10-15 paces. We also tracked hippo in the thick heavy mopane. The water was about ankle high in most areas, but in some spots the water was 8-10' deep. The hippo had carved a massive path in the mopane, but had disappeared into a small pool somewhere. We never saw that hippo, but if we had, it would have been at most 20' from us... not a lot of space to deal with a potentially charging hippo

I've never tracked a wounded lion, but it seems like it would be towards the top of most dangerous situations. My perception is they are both aggressive, and lightning fast.
My lion hunt where i knocked him down but he got up and charged dropping just seven yards from me all on video
 
A porcupine hunt.....the video from my nightscope won't upload.

First night in the porcupine blind had a stampeding herd of blue wildebeest come within a couple of feet and pass the blind. A few minutes later that same night had a buffalo sneak up, urinate, grunt and huff within a very few feet of the blind before turning and moving off.

Then on the next trip to the porcupine blind had a bulldozer buffalo taking out a tree and a lot of thick brush coming toward the blind, stopped short of the blind. This one paused, grunted, huff, and hooved the ground before turning back, charging back through the thick stuff he previously charged through.

An exciting 2 nights.

In daytime my PH Henry, @HENRY GRIFFITHS SAFARIS, we were stalking a black impala. First to stalk in on a herd of buffalo in the thick stuff; we quietly and quickly back out and around, now ahead and slightly further away from the herd, so we thought, we had given them enough space only to hear the heard coming toward us at a quick pace crashing through the thick stuff. They stopped short of coming out of the thick brush into the little clearing. We again picked up our quite quick pace to continue our, stalk on the black impala.
 
My most terrifying hunting experiences have involved idiots with shotguns......

Frisco Texas - Open day of dove season 2006 standing in a milo field with the who's who of the construction trade swinging brand new shotguns around like whirling dervish.

Quail hunt with excavation clients - The first hunts of my life were for Bobwhite Quail with my grandfather and his Britney Spaniels or German Shorthairs, so I was ecstatic when invited on an all expense quail hunt ...... Until the dog handler to my right caught a 28ga blast of #8 to the back from one of our clients, the light gauge and his heavy canvas coat saved his life.

The tuskless elephant hunt in Zimbabwe probably had the greatest chance of going south, but the skill and professionalism of the PH and trackers was incredible; being 12 yds from 12 elephant, taking down the largest female and the ensuing escape and evade retreat from the rest of the herd will forever be in my mind.
 
My most terrifying hunting experience was in Steamboat Springs, Colorado.

My good friend had shot a cow elk, and he left me on this mountain with my flashlight and two knives to quarter this elk. He took my rifle and backpack with him so we wouldn't have too much to pack out. When I was done quartering this elk, it was already dark, and my flashlight died (dead batteries, and extras were in my pack) while I was waiting for him and a friend to come back. I was covered in blood, with two piles of elk, one with the guts, and one with the meat. Perfect combo to invite predators.

The day before one of the locals told us that this was prime Mountain Lion habitat, and we had seen a black bear the evening before. Well, here I am sitting between this bait pile and of course fear sank in. I heard every noise, and I knew something was going to come in and kill me for the elk that was there. I felt this eerie feeling that something was out there watching me. To say that I was terrified is an understatement.

My friend later on that night told me that he had second thoughts about leaving me unarmed, but he was almost halfway, so he decided to press on and not come back up. He bought lots of drinks for that.
 
Agreed, idiots with guns. Second to the that, hunting in the Mountains of East Kootenay B.C. after mountain goat, completely wasting yourself getting up the mountain then back down on rubbery legs in the dark, getting “clift out” time and time again on the way down having to constantly climb back up then down or riding horseback on a Bob Marshall wilderness elk hunt riding ol’ blue, who I thought was a reliable mountain horse as he started sliding down on a 3000 ft shear drop off on the narrow trail. I rode with me feet halfway out of the stirrups after that, prepared to jump off if ol’ blue permanently lost his footing.

Hunting elk in the cabinet mountains of Montana, shot a 5x5 bull then rolled my ATV end over end on my way down to recover him. The metal gear/storage box on the back rack of my ATV prevented me from being crushed thankfully but wrenched my back and gave me a pretty good beating.

It was a job to get that elk quartered and hung in my beat up condition with my back messed up, too dark to drive back up the mountain, light snowfall, just a few inches then dropped to 28 degrees but my makeshift camp was next to a fallen tree full of sap, made a fire and kept me nice and warm. Even though there was grizzly sign around, I was so exhausted I didn’t care, even with the backstrap and tenderloins laying on my tarp nearby. An unsalted piece of elk tenderloin roasted over my fire with a sharpened stick never tasted so good!
 
My most terrifying hunting experience was in Steamboat Springs, Colorado.

My good friend had shot a cow elk, and he left me on this mountain with my flashlight and two knives to quarter this elk. He took my rifle and backpack with him so we wouldn't have too much to pack out. When I was done quartering this elk, it was already dark, and my flashlight died (dead batteries, and extras were in my pack) while I was waiting for him and a friend to come back. I was covered in blood, with two piles of elk, one with the guts, and one with the meat. Perfect combo to invite predators.

The day before one of the locals told us that this was prime Mountain Lion habitat, and we had seen a black bear the evening before. Well, here I am sitting between this bait pile and of course fear sank in. I heard every noise, and I knew something was going to come in and kill me for the elk that was there. I felt this eerie feeling that something was out there watching me. To say that I was terrified is an understatement.

My friend later on that night told me that he had second thoughts about leaving me unarmed, but he was almost halfway, so he decided to press on and not come back up. He bought lots of drinks for that.
Yikes, I imagine you would consider bringing a pistol along for future hunts whenever possible.
 
I have hunt buffalo twice... the first had a few moments of feeling hair-raising. We were maybe 40 yards away, in fairly thick brush, and she knew we were there. She was making body movements and sounds that gave the impression that any closer might have provoked a response.

That said, the most dangerous feeling hunts have been various moose, caribou, and bear hunts here in Alaska, that generally felt that way because of close proximity to bears, sometimes at night or in poor weather conditions.
 
Hunters in my area generally do not develop range etiquette or gun culture.
So, one of them asked my friend to ask me to take him to the local range.
(it was a request from friend to a friend. First etiquette rule broken, you do not invite third person, to place were you hunt, or shoot with somebody else)

God knows if he ever visited the civil range in his life to learn the local rules.
He zeros his rifle in the woods, shooting at cans or similar objects.
So, we went to the range.

I declared the range cold, stop firing and then I went to change the paper targets at 50 m.
There is a trench at 50m and targets are above.

I held my two hands on the target frame changing the paper, when the idiot fired a shot exactly between my hands.
That was his last time visiting that range with me.

Another time, another place.
Phaesant hunt. A young inexperienced guide placed me at the end of a corn field, while other hunters and dogs went inside to flush the birds.
The birds flushed early, and one (unexperienced hunter) fired in my direction.
I could hear the shots spraying around in the field towards my direction.
I bent down to prevent a shot hitting my eye. One lead ball hit my index finger. Had a bruise, only. Too far for lethal range of bird shot.
But if I were any closer this could be more serious
 
Some years back I went to the local gun range for some pistol practice. Got there at opening on a sunny Saturday morning and walked to the pistol/rimfire range with about 5 or 6 others. 10 spots divided by a path to the targets, 10 yards and 5 spots on one side, 25 yards and 5 spots on the other side of the path.

It was me and one other on the 10 yard side with pistols, the rest with rimfire rifles on the 25 yard side. Range was "cold", everyone placed their targets and came back behind the yellow line, and then we went "hot". To my left is the end of the sidewalk, which is as far as the range extended in that direction. Woods to my left and an embankment behind us, and the way back to the entrance and RO shack to my right.

The guy two places to my right and a few with .22's started shooting. I'm in my stance and getting ready to shoot when I catch movement to my left. It's a racoon coming out of the woods onto the range, crossing left to right and angling towards the firing line.

Now I should've been thinking that I shouldn't be seeing this, but instead I made a comment to the racoon that the range was hot and he shouldn't be there. He doesn't pay any attention, just keeps ambling closer, his path taking him on a direct line to the shooter to my right.

He now sees the racoon and backs up, but the critter is now coming after him. He runs around a bench, trips and falls, narrowly avoiding getting bitten before he gets up and makes his escape back towards the entrance. The racoon, who is between me and the only direction I can easily leave the area, now comes after me. While I'm dancing around it, I clearly hear one of the rimfire guys say something like, "Man, this would make a helluva beer commercial, all of us guys with guns...".

Although I really didn't want to be bitten by an aggressive or possibly rabid racoon, I was a bit worried that someone would try to "help" me by shooting at it. I grab the dust pan/bucket thing used for sweeping up brass and use it to pin the racoon to the ground while I get around it and hoof it back up the sidewalk to the RO shack, where everyone else is now, with the the racoon in pursuit.

It makes its way down there, slows down, and then stops. It's obviously sick, as it's paper thin and has this continuous twitch to its head. The RO clears everybody back, squats down with his Glock and lines up so he's shooting down the 50 yard rifle range. He plugs the raccoon three times, which shows no immediate reaction. "Whelp, that's all I can do" he says as he holsters and goes back into the shack. A few seconds later the racoon flops over and expires. Since this was an ODNR range, I assume that they had the critter tested for rabies or whatnot, but I never heard.

Now for the really scary part.

A couple weeks later I'm back at the range and as I'm signing in at the shack I notice it's the same RO that was there the day of the incident. I bring it up and he says, "Yeah, I heard someone got a video of it on their phone and posted it to Youtube". I was like, "Oh please, please, please don't let me be the "star" of a youtube vid". I didn't want to imagine the comment section.

When I got home, I got on the computer, went to Youtube, and put in everything I could think of that might be a fitting title, anxiously hoping I wouldn't get a hit. Thankfully, I did not.
 
When I got home, I got on the computer, went to Youtube, and put in everything I could think of that might be a fitting title, anxiously hoping I wouldn't get a hit. Thankfully, I did not.
Make sure to provide us with the link as soon as your video pops up on you tube at later date! ;)
 

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