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The Grey Jay Terror

 

The Grey Jay Terror

by by Jeffery Ross
Pueblo, Cororado

This adventure took place on High Mesa while on an elk hunt in central Colorado. There were three of us in the hunting party: Pete, Rob and myself. We had been hunting hard for a couple of days, but all we managed to see were cows, and none of us had a cow tag. On the third day we were on stand by 4:30 a.m. and very tired from the previous day's hunting. Rob was at the base of a ridge and Pete and I moved around the ridge to see if we could get anything moving. We finally reached Rob at about 11:00 a.m. None of us had seen anything so we decided to bag it for the day. .

We went back to camp to grab some lunch and check our maps to look for places in the area that we had not hunted. After lunch, Rob and Pete decided that it was time for a snooze. I decided that I just wanted to sit around for a while and look at the maps for the next day's hunt. I was eating a sandwich and looking at some new areas when I noticed a gray jay hanging around. It got closer and closer to me everytime it landed.

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Pretty soon, I was more interested in watching this brave little bird and started setting out breadcrumbs to see how close he would come to me. After about 10 minutes, the bird was near my feet. About that time, a devious plan began to form in my head. I started putting the breadcrumbs on my legs and the bird would actually land on me and eat the bread. I gradually put the bread close enough to where I could reach out and grab the bird. Finally, I got the bird to land on my groin area and my hands were ready. I made a quick grab and the bird was mine. By this time, I could hardly contain myself because of what was coming next. .

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I walked over to the tent where the guys were sleeping and released the bird inside. The bird was squawking and going nuts in the tent where my 'victims' were sleeping. I heard shouts from inside the tent and it looked like a giant superball was bouncing around inside as Rob and Pete were trying to figure out what was going on and what was the quickest way out of the tent. By now, I was on the ground busting a gut because of what was going on in the tent....

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