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Wild AdventuresTerror in the Wild 2018 / The Mine / SCARE ZONE: GHOSTLY GRAVEYARD

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Laying his handmade osage orange flat bow and western larch arrows close by, he prepared to put up a tree stand. All rides will operate during Terror in the Wild, with the exception of: Basecamp Junior Train, Bee Bop, Blackfoot Falls, Frog Hopper, Kite Flyer, Safari Jeeps, Tasmanian River Roads, Toucan Alley, Turtle Race, and Wacky Wheels. Sterling, on the other hand, was quickly into the hunt. I paddled across to pick him up just before dark and he related his hunting experience. Occasionally hogs will stop, whirl around and stand their ground, offering a finishing shot, or go through a clearing large enough that another shot can be taken as they move. Hundreds of coots, wood ducks and mallards took flight as we glided in among them. Creing within 10 yards, he slowly drew an arrow and made another shot.

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Terror in the wild

terror in the wild

The autopsy classes were about to pay off, as I took a quick step to the right, affording myself a better angling forward shot. Managed primarily for waterfowl, the ponds, lakes and tributaries of the refuge are wintering grounds for tremendous numbers of ducks. Its beady eyes were open and focused directly on him and it made a low grunting noise. I like the moccasins for stalk-hunting, but I followed his example and pulled on my knee-high, snakeproof boots. It was obvious the hog had seen and smelled both of us and had stood its ground. Jerking my bow loose from a clinging vine, I was finally clear enough for a shot and I reached for an arrow with trembling hands.

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terror in the wild

We pulled the canoe out of the Boston Whaler and began to paddle across the lake. Early the following morning, we prepared for the day's hunt as we waited for daylight to depart down the river. . A few steps from the canoe, we intersected a heavy game trail with tracks on top of tracks. It took two steps in my direction and then fell over dead. During the first charge, the hog had buried its tusk deep in Sterling's calf.

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Wild AdventuresTerror in the Wild 2018 / The Mine / SCARE ZONE: GHOSTLY GRAVEYARD

terror in the wild

I guess that was a real turning point for me, as I made the connection with nature and became an active participant in the food chain. We would have spent hours finding the perfect tree for me, but now I had to fend for myself. Up came the bow arm and away flew the arrow in a graceful arc. He figured that if I jumped an animal it would likely run up this trail and offer a clear shot. My husband, Sterling, and I had been bowhunting in this 4,000-acre wilderness in southern Alabama for eight years.

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Terror in the wild

terror in the wild

He wondered whether he had made a lethal shot or whether the animal was scarcely hurt and would recover. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I could see the hog was in full attack, trying to break through his guard and rush into Sterling's vulnerable rib cage. We had supper but didn't talk much. He then broke through into a small opening perhaps 10 yards across. Putting our backs to it, we quickly covered the few miles to shore on the far side of the lake and then continued up the twisting creeks farther into the swamp.

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Terror in the wild

terror in the wild

Sterling had made perfect shots on the other three hogs he had harvested this year and was sorely disappointed with this one. It appeared that the arrow had hit too far back and too low for a lethal shot. In the traditional Native American fashion, I used the animal's brain to tan its hide and made myself a hunting quiver. I noted blood on the hog's tusk and on Sterling's leg. Hunting the refuge always held the promise of surprise. The hog slung its huge head, bloody tusks glistening in the morning sun, knocking chunks of leather from the soles of Sterling's heavy boots.

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Wild AdventuresTerror in the Wild 2018 / The Mine / SCARE ZONE: GHOSTLY GRAVEYARD

terror in the wild

We had spent countless hours conducting necropsies while field-dressing game, discussing arrow lethality and proper shot placement. Glancing up he spied the hog hiding in the thick cover of a downed tree. As we traveled along, other trails paralleled and then joined it until we reached a well-worn crossing. When I first started hunting, the most difficult thing for me to master was remaining calm under pressure. In my desperate struggle to reach him, my quiver had hung in thick vines and I had lost all but the one arrow I had just shot.

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Wild Adventures Terror In The Wild Tour And Review

terror in the wild

The heavy, 670-grain larch-wood shaft and Zwicky Eskimo broadhead hit with a satisfying thump, and still neither animal moved. I tore through the thicket toward Sterling, hanging up on briers and vines as I went. I said I didn't think there was, as none of the trails that I had seen leading into the thick grass looked fresh. Sterling was anxious about the hog. Sterling promptly claimed the area and went to retrieve his tree stand from the canoe. The hog bolted toward him and Sterling grabbed a handy limb and swung himself up as the big boar charged past. We reached hunt camp in just under an hour, and as good fortune would have it, many of our friends were back already.

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