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Incredible turkey hunt bobcat encounter
- Thread starter Brian662
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Jerry-B-WI
5 year old buck +
Possibly a young cat that didn't know any better.
Stubborn1VT
5 year old buck +
Years ago I was sitting on a big beech log, yelping at some birds on the other side of the property line. I was mid-morning, and I was just messing around to get them to gobble, knowing they weren't going to leave the pasture they were in. A male bobcat climbed up on the end of the log, about 20 feet away. He froze and then sauntered off. Never heard him coming.
Native Hunter
5 year old buck +
I have a friend that lives in North Central KY who got attacked by a bobcat while turkey hunting. He was setting against a big tree calling with a box call, and the cat came up behind the tree - reached around and took his sunglasses completely off - leaving big scratch marks on his face. He jumped up and shot the bobcat. The doctors told him the sunglasses he had on was all that saved his eyes.
This was several years ago and was all over the Lexington news. A lot of liberals on social media showed their rear ends making a big deal out of him killing the cat. Life goes on.........
PS - it was the first time he had ever been turkey hunting - what a great way to start!
This was several years ago and was all over the Lexington news. A lot of liberals on social media showed their rear ends making a big deal out of him killing the cat. Life goes on.........
PS - it was the first time he had ever been turkey hunting - what a great way to start!
I was working a gobbling turkey one morning. Turkey was just over a ridge, maybe 75 yards out. It was gun up on my knee ready to shoot. At this time, I saw a bobcat about 25 yards away a little to the left as it eased through the brush. I kept my attention on the turkey. A couple minutes later, I noticed the end of a dead limb eight feet away, and to my left, slightly move. I cut my eyes that way and the cat was laying there crouched like it was about to pounce. I waved my hand at the cat and it tore out of there. It appeared it was actually going to attack me. Killed the turkey about 5 minutes later
Derek Reese 29
5 year old buck +
I took a "mentored youth" (a debatably cool PA thing where an underage kid can go out before getting a license, where the mentor carries the gun at all times till they are in a solid position ready to shoot) who was like 8 years old turkey hunting. It was the kid's first hunt and he was so excited he couldn't sleep. We had practiced with the shotgun a couple times and this kid was ready to roll, full of enthusiasm and light on knowledge.
We got set down extra early next to a huge oak along a food plot field and set up a feeding hen decoy about 15 yards out. Birds were going wild all around us right before shooting light then definitely quieted down once it got light. Then one got fired up about 100 yards away down over the hill to our right. Those gobbles were so loud they were shaking the ferns. I would barely get done with a little clucking sequence and that bird would fire off again. To put it mildly, he was heading our way. About that time, I heard a twig snap behind us and thought for sure it was a bird that had come in silent. I eased around the tree and there was a bear cub about 10 yards away, with his brother and momma another 10 yards behind him. They were all fixated on the decoy and never saw me. I immediately explained the situation to him, grabbed the single shot 20 gauge, started jamming shells between my fingers asked the kid which way he thought the house was. After he pointed 180 degrees in the wrong direction, I told him where the house was and told him if anything happened to me to beat feet that way and that one of my relatives on the hill would probably get him back to my grandparents' house safely. I removed my camo mask and stood up. The nearest cub was at about 5 yards now and his ~6' tall momma was now standing up woofing at me. I'll never forget how big that kid's eyes were when he popped around that tree and finally saw that bear. I started doing the old Alaskan "hey bear" quiet yell and she got down on all fours and lowly grunted and those little cubs just turned on a dime and followed after her. I told the kid we weren't going call for a little and though a bit disappointed, he was totally ok with it. Needless to say, the bird never showed.
The best part was when we returned to this kid's house to report on our hunt. When his super-protective Mom asked how it went, the first words he said were "WE GOT ATTACKED BY A BEAR." I told him if he kept telling those crazy (albeit almost true) things to his Mom we would never get to hunt together again. It's been almost 15 years and we've hunted together almost every year since and have never gotten "attacked by a bear" ever again.
We got set down extra early next to a huge oak along a food plot field and set up a feeding hen decoy about 15 yards out. Birds were going wild all around us right before shooting light then definitely quieted down once it got light. Then one got fired up about 100 yards away down over the hill to our right. Those gobbles were so loud they were shaking the ferns. I would barely get done with a little clucking sequence and that bird would fire off again. To put it mildly, he was heading our way. About that time, I heard a twig snap behind us and thought for sure it was a bird that had come in silent. I eased around the tree and there was a bear cub about 10 yards away, with his brother and momma another 10 yards behind him. They were all fixated on the decoy and never saw me. I immediately explained the situation to him, grabbed the single shot 20 gauge, started jamming shells between my fingers asked the kid which way he thought the house was. After he pointed 180 degrees in the wrong direction, I told him where the house was and told him if anything happened to me to beat feet that way and that one of my relatives on the hill would probably get him back to my grandparents' house safely. I removed my camo mask and stood up. The nearest cub was at about 5 yards now and his ~6' tall momma was now standing up woofing at me. I'll never forget how big that kid's eyes were when he popped around that tree and finally saw that bear. I started doing the old Alaskan "hey bear" quiet yell and she got down on all fours and lowly grunted and those little cubs just turned on a dime and followed after her. I told the kid we weren't going call for a little and though a bit disappointed, he was totally ok with it. Needless to say, the bird never showed.
The best part was when we returned to this kid's house to report on our hunt. When his super-protective Mom asked how it went, the first words he said were "WE GOT ATTACKED BY A BEAR." I told him if he kept telling those crazy (albeit almost true) things to his Mom we would never get to hunt together again. It's been almost 15 years and we've hunted together almost every year since and have never gotten "attacked by a bear" ever again.
