Lion...
In early fall of 1997 I took a trip to my BILs place outside of Nevada City, CA. He has about 300 acres. His place had lots of deer stands, so, I bought some chicken meat at the store, and chummed it in a circle around this one stand. Walked back to the cabin, and headed back out about an hour later. Got up in the stand with my AR and .45 and started calling after things settled down. Nothing. Called some more. Nothing but the birds singing. Then everything got quiet. I thought I heard something so, as I turned, I gave a couple of toots. Then I heard footsteps crunching in the forest. They stopped. I tooted again. The steps sounded like someone running. Then they stopped again. Out of the corner of my eye (I had turned slightly to get a better view) I saw the cat's tail twitching just like a house cat, only bigger. I lobbed a couple of rounds over his head and went home. Later my BIL told me that the previous owner had a cat snatch a year old dog off the front porch in daylight as the mom watched.
>LAST EDITED ON May-12-11
>AT 11:34?PM (MST)
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>LAST EDITED ON May-12-11
>AT 11:33?PM (MST)
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>As I write this on the
>phone I am sitting on
>the porch listening to them
>sing away. Shooting yodel
>dogs is as big passion
>of mine, as big muleys
>are. I have killed
>numerous, and have to say
>hand calling them in close
>is a huge rush.
>I have, and use successfully
>an e-caller but there is
>nothing finer than hand calling
>in a double or triple.
> On my bucket
>list is calling in a
>lion. I hear that
>will blow your socks off
>because you never see them
>until they are shotgun range!
>
Compromise, hell! ... If freedom is right and tyranny is wrong, why should those who believe in freedom treat it as if it were a roll of bologna to be bartered a slice at a time?