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Wallygator

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View attachment 129825In the early 1980's I was on a month long overlanding trip across the Kalahari in Botswana, southern Africa. After a few weeks together some of us were craving a little solitude and a break from the constant nighttime chatter of the camp workers. So one night I set up my tent well apart from the main group. I fell asleep reading on my cot and awoke sensing that some critter was in my tent. Remembering that I had not zipped up the door (see attached pix for a view of our rather old fashion tents), I froze, not even opening my eyes. We previously had several encounters with lions, and I was well aware that the black maned lions on the Kalahari have no fear of humans and are notoriously aggressive. Terrified, I was quite certain that a lion was in my tent nosing around. I could smell it, I could hear it breathing. Calling for help was likely to make things worse. Forming a plan of action, I tried to make an exact mental picture of where my flashlight and hunting knife were. I figured I'd blind the beast with the light and slash my way out of the tent, and then call for help! After rehearsing the plan in my head a dozen times, I made my move. In an instant I grabbed the light, got the knife drawn and rolled off the cot to the tent wall. I turned on the light and let out a violent scream. Menacingly facing me in the beam of my xenon Maglight, stood... nothing. No lion, no hyena, no fangs, no claws, nothing. The tent was empty except for me, and two little mice huddled frozen in the bright light, caught chewing on the headphone cord connected to my Sony Walkman. I guess I showed them a thing or two.
That's funny! But I have a feeling that if there was a lion in your tent you would have been woken up as you were being dragged out of it. :flushed:
 
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Wilbah

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View attachment 129825In the early 1980's I was on a month long overlanding trip across the Kalahari in Botswana, southern Africa. After a few weeks together some of us were craving a little solitude and a break from the constant nighttime chatter of the camp workers. So one night I set up my tent well apart from the main group. I fell asleep reading on my cot and awoke sensing that some critter was in my tent. Remembering that I had not zipped up the door (see attached pix for a view of our rather old fashion tents), I froze, not even opening my eyes. We previously had several encounters with lions, and I was well aware that the black maned lions on the Kalahari have no fear of humans and are notoriously aggressive. Terrified, I was quite certain that a lion was in my tent nosing around. I could smell it, I could hear it breathing. Calling for help was likely to make things worse. Forming a plan of action, I tried to make an exact mental picture of where my flashlight and hunting knife were. I figured I'd blind the beast with the light and slash my way out of the tent, and then call for help! After rehearsing the plan in my head a dozen times, I made my move. In an instant I grabbed the light, got the knife drawn and rolled off the cot to the tent wall. I turned on the light and let out a violent scream. Menacingly facing me in the beam of my xenon Maglight, stood... nothing. No lion, no hyena, no fangs, no claws, nothing. The tent was empty except for me, and two little mice huddled frozen in the bright light, caught chewing on the headphone cord connected to my Sony Walkman. I guess I showed them a thing or two.
A new movie...The Mice and the Darkness....

I remember hearing Ravens one night and being convinced it was a gang of murderers killing someone. Animals can set us on edge when our minds run amok.
 

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What year was this that you watched the training event? I was on the one back in 2012, pretty fun but didn't enjoy being on ship for 3 weeks with nothing to do leading up to the beach landing. I fish Onslow beach a lot being stationed here and all, its not as good as back home in the gulf coast but its better than being at work.
It was in '99... damn lol, 20 years ago. And I couldn't agree more about the beaches. There's some nice places here for sure, but I'm still biased from growing up in Pensacola.
 
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It was in '99... damn lol, 20 years ago. And I couldn't agree more about the beaches. There's some nice places here for sure, but I'm still biased from growing up in Pensacola.
No kidding, I grew up in Cantonment. Enlisted in 06, mainly been stationed at Lejeune, waiting for orders now trying to go back to Japan. Aside from deployments, Japan is the only place I've been outside of Lejeune and the whole family wants to get back.
 
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Bob (Fishingbob)

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Watch out for the things that go bump in the night-

Just returned from a five day camping/fishing outing down to the Port Mansfield cut (a man-made/dredged canal that runs east and west from Port Mansfield, Texas to the gulf of Mexico), this separates South Padre Island from PINS (Padre Island National Seashore). Probably 50 or so miles from South Padre and 75-80 miles from Corpus Christi, TX.

From where I was camped on the north side of the cut, it is easy to see/hear/monitor fishing/camping areas along the south side of the cut during the day and even easier during the night. The sounds of a engine boat or motor vehicle can be heard for miles.

One perfectly calm, beautiful night at 11:30 PM (with a half moon) I was awakened by the sounds of a small maybe 12' aluminum boat and motor traveling to the end of the cut towards the meeting of the entrance and gulf of Mexico. No lights at all, no lights on the south side of the cut (on the beach), no motor vehicle had been there for hours. As the boat got closer to the end of the cut a small light came on-on the beach. Obviously someone had been dropped off (not camping) hours earlier and was waiting for someone. The boat came to stop at the light, the engine was shut off. The boat picked someone up from the beach, and transported them directly to the other side-now on the shore (south shore) of PINS. The motor was shut off. It restarted again about 10 minutes later, and proceeded west towards Port Mansfield until it reached about 100 yards past where I was camped and again pulled to the shore where it stayed for another 15 minutes. The motor started back up and it headed west again towards Port Mansfield-never to be seen or heard form again. I could not tell if there were two people in the boat at that time or just one. I laid there for hours in bed listening to the night sounds, occasionally hearing the sounds of a great blue Heron squawking as it took to flight after being disturbed in the night by something.

On previous camping ventures to the area I have found heavily littered camp sites, usually with 5 gallon containers of water, tarps, toilet paper, rain coats, rations -all of which can be purchased at a Dollar General store-cheap. I could have easily picked up 14-16 trash bags of junk-but I couldn't have taken it back unless I had a trailer to haul it. Obviously the site was being used as a illegal alien drop off zone -for a long time.

I suspect this last camping venture was more of a drug drop off situation-who knows. I did notice while I was returning from kayak fishing the next day, that some had driven past the access road to my campsite going towards the area where I had last heard the boat come ashore for 15 minutes or so the night before. Whatever the vehicle was it went to an area I would not have gone to-(I turned around when I encountered a huge deep mud hole four days earlier). This vehicle had massive 12-13" wide tires.

I was not armed to protect myself-but I will be in the future. Not that it would make a difference. I wasn't going to stay awake from 11:30 PM to the sun came up the next morning at 6:30 AM. Needless to say I didn't get a lot of sleep that night.

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Bob
 
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