Steven Arend
10-29-2004, 07:57 AM
When man eating creatures attack.
You’re sitting in your tree stand and it’s getting dark, you’re starting to put thing away and hooking your bow and quiver to your pull rope. Then all of a sudden some thing grabs a hold of your arm. :yikes:
This happened to me last night. I was sitting there putting things away real quietly. I could here something walking through the leaves below my stand but I thought it was the local raccoons coming out of the swamp and heading to the corn. When I started to attach my bow to the pull rope the noise stopped. As I was lowering my bow down something jumped onto my arm and latched on and wouldn’t let go. I started to freak out and shake my arm frantically, finally the thing let go of my arm and jumped onto the tree. That’s when I was able to grab my flashlight and turn it on to come face to face with a ??WEASEL?? Man you got to be kidding me, I crapped my pants and screamed like a little girl, over a weasel. Man when it jumped on my arm I thought is was some 200 lbs. beast that was going to chew my face off. Now I have to wash me hunting cloths to get the smell and the skid marks out of them. :lol:
You’re sitting in your tree stand and it’s getting dark, you’re starting to put thing away and hooking your bow and quiver to your pull rope. Then all of a sudden some thing grabs a hold of your arm. :yikes:
This happened to me last night. I was sitting there putting things away real quietly. I could here something walking through the leaves below my stand but I thought it was the local raccoons coming out of the swamp and heading to the corn. When I started to attach my bow to the pull rope the noise stopped. As I was lowering my bow down something jumped onto my arm and latched on and wouldn’t let go. I started to freak out and shake my arm frantically, finally the thing let go of my arm and jumped onto the tree. That’s when I was able to grab my flashlight and turn it on to come face to face with a ??WEASEL?? Man you got to be kidding me, I crapped my pants and screamed like a little girl, over a weasel. Man when it jumped on my arm I thought is was some 200 lbs. beast that was going to chew my face off. Now I have to wash me hunting cloths to get the smell and the skid marks out of them. :lol: