After being there for two days and not seeing many hogs and only one was killed on the second evening I got out of my tree stand and headed for "Muskrats" stand. For the last two days we have been seeing more coons then I have ever seen before in my life. Upon approaching muskrats stand I saw two sets of eyes in the road just under his stand, I let my light set on them for several min to see if he wanted to shoot one. After about 30 sec I saw an arrow coming through the air from his new "Mariah bow" and just missing one of the coons. He wasted no time in getting the heck out of there. The other coon still was in the road, I approached it closer still keeping the light on it, I got about 15 yds from it and it got on its hind legs and hissed at me, being the expert game caller that I am I hissed back at him, just as muskrat shot another arrow at it and hitting it broadside. Now the coon has not seen muskrat and only knows that I am there so he proceeds to hiss and come to attack me. I get a little worried now and yell twice at it trying to turn it fearing for my life, I concider kicking it but the arrow is still in the coon and don't want to stick my foot. I am also concerned about getting bit and rabies. I take my bow and swipe at it and about 6' from me the coons turns into the woods and stops, later finding it there dead.
Now we start to walk toward the truck and see an armidillo in the brush and start to watch it there while waiting for another hunter to come out of the woods. We hear a loud squeal followed by a yell from "Moose" that hes been treed by a hog. I walk back to my truck to get my pistol and start back to help him out then stopped and go back for my truck figuring that saftey in it is better then walking into a pissed off hog. Muskrat and I drive into the woods and as we approch the tree stand moose is in we see arrows all over the ground sticking up and moose in the stand. I refuse to drive andy farther and tell moose to run for it, since hes expendable and the truck is needed to take me home.He starts for the truck and I was almost overcome with the erge to yell "Here she comes" and turn out the headlights but figured I would have to do CPR on him. We found out later that as it got dark moose tried to get out of the stand and a sow kept charging him and wouldn't let him out of the stand. He shot his arrows to scare the hog but to no advail, he was treed. This is one of the stories about the first annual hunt of the Bowsite crowd.
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