panthers anyone ???
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2001 11:37 pm
I can relate to South Woods and GH22's dad them thangs will scare the tee-total crap out of you from far off or like my encounter, up close and personal.
I was 12 years old(1984) when I found out what true fear was. I had slung my trusty ole Marlin 30-30 on my back, strapped my big buck knife to my leg, and packed a lunch and water in my back-pack. The great deerslayer of Sparta, MS was goin huntin. (If that animal had brown fur or hair, it was an endangered species that day) Well I was quietley slipping through the woods, just like Geronimo would, to get to where I was going to hunt. It took me about an hour and a half for me to walk to the area I was going to hunt.(To this day I still haven't figured out how I could have gotten a deer out of there)I had to cross one last creek to get to my hollow. I hopped in the dry creek bed which twisted and turned like a slinky for my last 100 or so yards. I turned a corner and locked up like a 8 yr old pointer on 20 bird covey of quail. About 20 yards from me was a panther(yellow) coiled up underneath a huge oak stump hanging over the creek. The big Sparta, MS deerslayer became the biggest coward in .001 seconds. He/She let out the most terrifying growl/moan I have ever heard in my life. I did my best to get that 30-30 pointed somewhere close to that cat, but I damn near shot my foot off getting the gun off my shoulder. At that point I couldn't tell who was more frightened, it or me. It bolted kind of at an angle toward me, but not directly at me. My water broke. It was actually racing up a deer slide that was about halfway between us. Chuck Connors would have been proud of me while I was doing my best Rifleman imitation when that cat hit the creek bank. I dropped my back-pack and hit mach two getting out of that creek bank. Problem was that I knew I had a long way home and there was a panther in the woods. I had three shells in my gun and my back-pack was back down in that creek. There was no way in hell I was going back down there to get it. I was running so hard I had slung my knife out of the scabbard somewhere back down there- I didn't get it either. So here I am 12 years old, an hour and a half walk through the woods to get home, 3 shells in my gun, a panther in the woods, and I now smell like piss. The realization that I was alone in the woods with the most terrifying animal I had ever seen hit me. I almost fainted. I wanted to cry, but was scared it would here me and think I was wounded. I believe I walked 90% of the way home backwards.
My grand dad told me that he had seen panthers before on our land and my dad said that he had heard them screaming at night before. I will always remember that horrible gut dropping feeling the rest of my life and hope that my three boys(and yours) never experience it.
I was 12 years old(1984) when I found out what true fear was. I had slung my trusty ole Marlin 30-30 on my back, strapped my big buck knife to my leg, and packed a lunch and water in my back-pack. The great deerslayer of Sparta, MS was goin huntin. (If that animal had brown fur or hair, it was an endangered species that day) Well I was quietley slipping through the woods, just like Geronimo would, to get to where I was going to hunt. It took me about an hour and a half for me to walk to the area I was going to hunt.(To this day I still haven't figured out how I could have gotten a deer out of there)I had to cross one last creek to get to my hollow. I hopped in the dry creek bed which twisted and turned like a slinky for my last 100 or so yards. I turned a corner and locked up like a 8 yr old pointer on 20 bird covey of quail. About 20 yards from me was a panther(yellow) coiled up underneath a huge oak stump hanging over the creek. The big Sparta, MS deerslayer became the biggest coward in .001 seconds. He/She let out the most terrifying growl/moan I have ever heard in my life. I did my best to get that 30-30 pointed somewhere close to that cat, but I damn near shot my foot off getting the gun off my shoulder. At that point I couldn't tell who was more frightened, it or me. It bolted kind of at an angle toward me, but not directly at me. My water broke. It was actually racing up a deer slide that was about halfway between us. Chuck Connors would have been proud of me while I was doing my best Rifleman imitation when that cat hit the creek bank. I dropped my back-pack and hit mach two getting out of that creek bank. Problem was that I knew I had a long way home and there was a panther in the woods. I had three shells in my gun and my back-pack was back down in that creek. There was no way in hell I was going back down there to get it. I was running so hard I had slung my knife out of the scabbard somewhere back down there- I didn't get it either. So here I am 12 years old, an hour and a half walk through the woods to get home, 3 shells in my gun, a panther in the woods, and I now smell like piss. The realization that I was alone in the woods with the most terrifying animal I had ever seen hit me. I almost fainted. I wanted to cry, but was scared it would here me and think I was wounded. I believe I walked 90% of the way home backwards.
My grand dad told me that he had seen panthers before on our land and my dad said that he had heard them screaming at night before. I will always remember that horrible gut dropping feeling the rest of my life and hope that my three boys(and yours) never experience it.