Giving a Little Back to Mamma Nature

[lornix]

Anybody have any interesting animal stories to share? Ever rescue a wild animal or have an experience that made you look at things a little differently?





Years back myself and 3 friends were out fishing at some lake in Alberta. Just tossin' out lines and shooting the breeze over a couple of brews.

We made our way into a small estuary and came upon this little mouse floating in the water. He was in a bad way with his head completely under and just his arse floating above the water line. His little legs were still kicking trying to save his bacon. It was obvious he was a gonner.

I took my paddle and managed to scoop him out of the water and brought him in the boat with us. He was pretty weak, but damned if we didn't revive the little bugger! We tossed him onto the shore a few feet away and watched him scurry into the underbrush and disappear.

A strange event that made us feel all humanitarian for a while. It's funny how saving one tiny creature gives you a better appreciation for Ma' nature and the bigger picture.





Then there was the moose and the kitchen window ... but that's another story!

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[Moose good]

Living in Banff years ago, I woke up in a haze after a party one summer morning to find an elk in my living room. It was....well...surreal.

Hiking along a high creekbank outside of Kamloops when I was a kid, I looked across to the other bank and saw an enormous tawny head with dark eyes looking back at me as I ate my lunch. It was a cougar (not the kind that tries to pick you up in a bar!)
It watched me watching it for a bit, then wandered off.

Finally, hiking down a logging road (again, outside of Kamloops), We came around a corner and saw two blackie cubs foraging along the side of the road. With no momma in sight, we slowly walked back up around the corner and gave them a wide berth. I think that was the scariest 'wildlife moment' I've ever had, just because of the threat of danger rather than anything imminent.

These examples showed me that nature does what nature does, and when we head outdoors we're (potentially) back inside the food chain like our ancestors were.

And so it goes.

[4Lo]

:lame :sorrysign: :redneck

Just kidding.

Everyday I rescue salamanders. I find them in some of the ground we dig in in parts of abbotsford. I stop the machine jump in the hole and grab the little buggers and release them in a safe spot.:laugh

[jeepinwhores]

I was on reading break from BCIT a few years ago and went out to just outside of Edmonton to visit my parents. It was bitchin' cold, -38 or some stupid thing, and I came back to the house one afternoon and found a tiny woodpecker on the step with blood around its beak. I figured it flew into the window or was just freezing to death. So I put it in a cardboard box with a small water dish and closed it up tight . Came home a few hours later, no woody in the box, WTF! Little bugger either found a small hole I didn't see or pecked himself an exit and was sitting on the curtain rod in the living room! And do you think I could get the little bastard out of the house?...not a chance! Took about an hour of chasing him back and forth from the living room to the kitchen before I finally shooed him out the front door.

Then there's the moose that used to watch me eat my cereal every morning through the kitchen window when I was in elementary school....that was just eery.

[lornix]

Ha ha ha, what is it about moose and kitchen windows? Same thing here ... on many mornings we would get up and this stupid moose would be looking in the kitchen window at us.

One time my Grandpa woke us all up a little early and got us into the kitchen and the thing had it's head all the way in the window and was just chillin' looking at us. Eventually Grandma drove it away because it was eating her garden and trampling all over stuff. A moose is no match for an old lady with a broom avenging trampled turnips!

Steve ... I was hoping this thread wasn't too gay, but then I drive a Jeep, what do I care? :lame


You bastard :laugh

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[RabidRabit]

I was canoeing the Bowron Lakes years ago when we came upon a squirrel swimming out in the lake. It was along ways from shore so we thought we'd do a rescue and take him in to shore.
My buddy in the bow of the canoe reached out and flipped him into the canoe with his paddle. As soon as his little feet hit the packs in the middle of the canoe he began running full bore towards the back of the canoe (and me). He jumped from the first pack to the second one then onto my lap and straight up my chest, onto my face then onto the top of my head. He then jumped off my head and back into the lake behind us.
I turned to look at the little guy but was in a bit of pain from his sharp little rat claws digging into my face. I don't know if he ever made it across the lake but when I finished the trip a week later I still had people asking me how I scratched the hell out of my face. LOL. Memories

[Luc]

Years ago out camping, I had a blue tarp beside my tent. Heard a large critter walk over the tarp, waited a bit then stuck my head and flashlight out to see what was there. All I saw was a big black bear looking right at me !

One day I decided to go for a snowshoe after a fresh snow fall. I stopped to rest a bit and noticed snow falling off a small bush about eight feet away. Shortly after that I saw a pair of blue eyes looking at me ! We looked at each other for a while and went our seperate ways. For a few kilometers I kept looking behind me, never saw anything. Making my way back several hours later, there were big paw prints in my tracks for two kilometers !

One night, some buddies and I were drinking beer around a camp fire. At one point one of the guys turns around and realized we had a visiter. There he was, just sitting there, enjoying the campfire and conversation was Blackie !

[crazyguy]

I was probally 14 and out dirtbiking with friends up some old logging roadsin falkland and came around a corner to find ma bear on one side and her cubs on the other, we all seemed to have the same idea to slam on the brakes hightail it back the other direction. I bet the gravel we sprayed at them and all the noise probally scared the crap out of them more then it scared us coming across them and we probally had plenty of room to go between but none of us wanted to go back that way again *L*