I've done a nose-to-nose with an adult black bear at a range well inside of 10 feet. For some reason he wanted to go where I was and he showed no fear of me whatsoever, waving my arms and whistling didn't deter him a bit as he approached.......at the end I was close enough to be damned near touching him with the muzzle of my rifle.......and I didn't shoot him. Mind you, what stopped him at that range seemed to be the sound of me flicking the safety to the "off" position.... .
He stopped, I looked at him over the top of my rifle, politely told him to FO, and he unconcernedly turned and walked back the way he had come.
I like seeing wild animals close up, but that one was slightly unnerving.
I had a little place much farther into the bush than I am now. Several times, I caught sight of one or more wolves - always at respectful distances. Those were the times Roche would stay right with me. Many evenings I would stand at the edge of the lake and trade howls with them. The dog was never too happy about it.
swear they were talking to each other
A neat little trick is to grip the bottom of your jacket then raise your arms - slowly - up over your head. Stand your ground, then slowly back away. Fast moves are aggressive moves ... that have been known to back-fire. Bears are near-sighted and if you look bigger, he'll not be so brave.
A cub?... Get outa there.
Yeah...I did wrong, I know that. I was deer hunting, sitting almost on the ground behind some low firs on a log watching a deer trail, and I was, of course upwind. I should have stood up much sooner than I did.......I did wave my arms around and whistle, but quietly, as I didn't want to spook other game. I'm sure he knew I was there, but he didn't know what I was..he was just been coming over to investigate.......your method would work, I'm sure......except I'd have had to put the rifle down...
And I was already in his "zone", if you know what I mean.
Unforgiven, I'm going to argue with some of that......
Scent is airborne.....the best nose in the world can't smell what is upwind in a decent breeze.........
I am convinced he had no idea what was there, and was coming to investigate my flailing arms .........
I was not that alarmed, obviously, or I would have shot the thing.
I had a more dangerous confrontation in fall with a LARGE bull moose, obviously in rut.........talk about unpredictable! In a heavy rain I got far too close, and he behaved agressively, rolling his antlers at me, lowering them, taking steps towards me......then head back, nostrils flaring.........probably 1600 lbs of testosterone-charged muscle.....antlers looked like a twisted snow plow......wow! I didn't shoot him either .
I stood my ground and spoke to him........rifle on the shoulder, mind you. If he charged, my plan was to snap off one, and run around the large fir tree on my right He was probably 10 yards off........and he backed down.
Gotta love the bush. I'm hardly there anymore.......
We underestimate wildlife at our peril.
In rut, if they think you are bigger then they will back down. All you have to do is convince the moose, your bigger. heh heh
I think a major problem with understanding wildlife is that we judge everything from our perspective.
How many have tried to put themselves in the wolf's or bear's position, to see it through their awareness. Having lived with them for a decade, I would have to say that they are incredibly intelligent (domestic animals have had their intelligence bread out of them by comparison).
I don't know how much intelligence you can breed out of a species, but I am quite sure you can breed faults and then force an environment on a creature where it can only fail and bring on mental instability.
Oh yeah, I hear ya. I haven't been out hunting for a long time. I think I've told my wolf story here before, but it seems worth repeating in the context of this thread. I was out with a couple of buddies hunting upland game birds in the kind of habitat they prefer (obviously; no point in looking for them where they aren't), the prairie zone called the park lands, a mix of brush and light forest and open spaces on a rolling terrain. (All you people who think the prairies are flat and treeless need to get off the #1 highway and go north a bit.) I kept seeing flickers of movement in the brush out of the corner of my eye but couldn't identify what I was seeing, until I pushed through a bit of forest and came out near the edge of a small pond. At the water's edge, less than 10 meters away, was a wolf looking at me. A BIG one. And all I've got is a 12 gauge loaded with three rounds of #7 shot, which wouldn't be much better than shooting dust at a critter the size of that one. He must have known I was coming long before I saw him, his senses are much better than mine, and I'm convinced he chose to show himself to me. I think there must have been a pack in the area, and he'd been shadowing us to find out if we were a threat or not. Wolves aren't stupid, they know how dangerous humans can be to them, I'm sure that's why they rarely attack us, and where there's one, there are others. Motionless, we stood there inspecting each other for a few minutes. I made no move,...Quote has been trimmed, See full post: