We have a smell thread, how about sounds?
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OLDSTER
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A tree falling in the forest 
Seriously, the sound of a train moving down the tracks in the distance on a peaceful evening; I don't know why, but that sound has been a comfort to me since I was a child.
Seriously, the sound of a train moving down the tracks in the distance on a peaceful evening; I don't know why, but that sound has been a comfort to me since I was a child.
mmb617
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The sound of a big cammed V8 idling. It's hypnotic to me.
mstem
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Forgot your kids or grand kids laughing. The older I get & closer I come to going home the more I crave these sounds.
That sure brought back some fond memories!
My hunting partner and I spent the night before duck opener in a 14' boat on the flats of Lake St Clair with our dogs. Water levels were down and there was a lot of hunting pressure, so you needed a really early start to claim a good spot. We launched the boat at 4:30 pm the previous evening and had the boat tucked in a reed bed while it was still light. It was a miserable wait and we didn't get much sleep, but the sound of wings overhead throughout the night had us excited.
As the sun came up, a few shots rang out and the sky literally filled with waterfowl. We had hunted that area for years and never saw anything like it before or since. Migrating flight wings had arrived early and ducks were everywhere! That was the only time we had our decoys picked up and were on our way back to the boat ramp with our limits before 10 am.
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A group of us were camping on a ranch in Wyoming hunting antelope. The ranch was in the high desert near Bill and it was one of our first trips out there. We were standing around camp early one evening and heard a strange noise getting closer closer. We didn't know it at the time, but huge numbers of sandhill's migrate south over that area annually. I guess they're not technically waterfowl, but they sure do make a distinctive racket! We watched countless cranes fly overhead, as far as the eye could see, for probably 20 minutes. My pictures don't do it justice...
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Dave—this story needs to be written up in all the outdoor magazines—I know some fanatical duck hunters but none that would sleep in a 14 foot boat! You are the hardest core duck hunter of which I have ever heard.
The sound of a morning dove during the early morning in a Montana summer day, that and a meadow lark singing its song in the afternoon. They speak of the peace and tranquility of where I am from.
I will never forget this. Bill Rambo, A WWII Pacific Marine, and old time eastern Montana cowboy, who had married my step brothers mother passed. The hearse left the church and headed out to the small town cemetery and as it neared the railroad tracks the crossbar came down, and stopped the procession. A Meadow Lark landed on the cross bar and sang Bill his goodbye song, flew away, there was NO TRAIN, the bar rose and off we went.
I will never forget this. Bill Rambo, A WWII Pacific Marine, and old time eastern Montana cowboy, who had married my step brothers mother passed. The hearse left the church and headed out to the small town cemetery and as it neared the railroad tracks the crossbar came down, and stopped the procession. A Meadow Lark landed on the cross bar and sang Bill his goodbye song, flew away, there was NO TRAIN, the bar rose and off we went.
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I was younger then, but it was still hard on the body. My wife and I would hit the opener in Michigan's northern lower peninsula the first weekend in October and my partner and I would hunt the opener the following weekend in southern Michigan. The weather can be pretty nice that time of year and I had a "Doghouse" pop-up deer blind with a zip-out floor and a portable heater, in case it got too cold or rained. We took food, coffee, a deck of cards, a portable radio and tried to make the best of it. We didn't get much sleep, because it was cramped and we had to constantly shine-off other hunters who didn't know we were there and tried to set-up too close.
Waterfowl hunting with dogs is a lot of fun and the dogs just loved it. Identifying the birds in the air, calling them in and working the dogs gets in your blood. I'm too old and soft for that now.
My hunting partner moved out of the area and my older brothers and I started antelope hunting shortly after. Both seasons start the beginning of October and antelope hunting in Wyoming is a lot more civilized than camping out in a boat! You drive around on a 30,000 plus acre ranch, find a buck that you want to take, get within 300-400 yards, toss it into the back of the truck and take it to the processor. We went 12 years in a row and it never took past noon the second day for our party to tag out. We'd spend the next couple days shooting prairie dogs and living the dream!
COVID put the kibosh on last years hunting, but I'm getting my second vaccine next Monday. I don't know what we're doing this fall, but I sure am ready to get back out into the field!
mckenney99
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#1 by a huge margin: Bugler playing TAPS (always brings me to tears)
#2 Bagpipes playing Amazing Grace
The sound a cat makes in the middle of the night . . . . . up hairballs. It can/does wake you out of a sound sleep.
All the sounds of nature waking up you hear as the sun rises, while sitting alone very early in the morning in the woods.
#2 Bagpipes playing Amazing Grace
The sound a cat makes in the middle of the night . . . . . up hairballs. It can/does wake you out of a sound sleep.
All the sounds of nature waking up you hear as the sun rises, while sitting alone very early in the morning in the woods.
I enjoy the sound of Sandhills flying overhead every fall. They have been wintering now at the Hiwassee Wildlife Refuge just north of Chattanooga for some time. Deer hunting on the Cumberland Plateau in E. Tennessee I hear them flying high overhead on their way to the refuge.......killed my biggest buck to date several years ago while listening to a flock of Sandhills flying over.
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Other sounds that bring good memories are whippoorwills at night while camping in the summer, the sounds of the forest waking up at first light while turkey hunting in the spring & deer hunting in the fall.
Don
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The "whoo-whoo" of owls. Larry
Pig Hunter
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The sound of a rooster pheasant breaking cover as you move in on a solid point. Sitting on the side off an Arizona canyon glassing and the sound of a raven flying over. Only a few people have heard it , but bagpipes being played in the hall between the command center and silo on a Titan II missile site.
Napalm in the morning.
DeathGrip
US Veteran
Most any WWII aircraft, Bonus points for a wound out merlin in a P-51.
Huey helicopters cutting the air with those fat blades.
Big Block Ford in my Dads truck, Top loader 4 speed for maximum effect.
My Flathead in my hot rod.
Offshore powerboats running the coast.
Harleys and British twins.
F-16s and such doing their thing,
The sounds of freedom.
Huey helicopters cutting the air with those fat blades.
Big Block Ford in my Dads truck, Top loader 4 speed for maximum effect.
My Flathead in my hot rod.
Offshore powerboats running the coast.
Harleys and British twins.
F-16s and such doing their thing,
The sounds of freedom.
Applause..
BigBill
Absent Comrade
Turkeys
Bears hooting to each other because they can't call 1-800 collect.
Foxes
Bobcats
Listening to a bigblock Chevy with a big cam hunting as it idles. We can hear the firing order 18436572 as she lopes.
[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_p6Ir0ciUo[/ame]
Bears hooting to each other because they can't call 1-800 collect.
Foxes
Bobcats
Listening to a bigblock Chevy with a big cam hunting as it idles. We can hear the firing order 18436572 as she lopes.
[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_p6Ir0ciUo[/ame]
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