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Favorite Sound to Hear in the Wild?
KenK/84Bravo
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For me, it is the call of the Loon.
Have done quite a few (11?) Multi-day (one 14 days) Ocean Kayak/camping trips up and down the Maine Coast. The 14 day one, was Island to Island Off Shore on the Maine Island Trail. (I was the Navigator.)
That always was the one that did it for me.
You?
I used to be a Big Backcountry Outdoor Junkie. Managed a large Outdoor Adventure Equipment Store for apprx 26 years. We averaged about 50+ overnighters per year. Quite a few of them in the worst weather imaginable. (All over the Country.)
Have done quite a few (11?) Multi-day (one 14 days) Ocean Kayak/camping trips up and down the Maine Coast. The 14 day one, was Island to Island Off Shore on the Maine Island Trail. (I was the Navigator.)
That always was the one that did it for me.
You?
I used to be a Big Backcountry Outdoor Junkie. Managed a large Outdoor Adventure Equipment Store for apprx 26 years. We averaged about 50+ overnighters per year. Quite a few of them in the worst weather imaginable. (All over the Country.)
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An early Outdoor memory of camping in the Scouts, was a place called Whispering Pines.
Was in the Y- Indian Guides before that, out West. NM/TX/AZ/CO. Etc.
Got started early on.
Went from the Texas Plains to the Boundary Waters as a Boy Scout in '66. 10 days in canoes in the untouched lakes and mountains.
Loved watching and listening to the loons. Still think of that as the sound of wilderness.
Grew up on the edge of civilization next to the 6666 Ranch and the Texas/Oklahoma oil field. At night I could hear the old "hit or miss" engines on some of the wells.
Lost too many calves to coyotes to like their songs.
"Never do wrong to make a friend----or to keep one".....Robert E. Lee
With the higher level predators around you know you are in a fairly balanced ecosystem.
Summer, the call of a Bob White, looking for a girlfriend.
At night, the call of a Whippoorwill. Coyotes here have done major damage to the population of quail and wild turkey- and almost exterminated the whippoorwills.
Love the call of the loon, and the screech/whistle of a Bald Eagle.
Learned long ago, the complete and total anti American piles of * in Hollywood have no idea what sound a Bald Eagle makes.
There are 5 species of natural Loons.
Not to be confused with the mating cry of the semi-domesticated California Snowflake Loon.
Sam06, I will Pray for you Brother. I realize you have "Issues."
Too funny though, because I can audibly hear the "clack, clack."
We have enough gun laws, what we need is IDIOT control.
Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family.
I thought getting old would take longer. :shock:
A loon on a lake on late evening or early morning.
And I've always loved the call of a Mourning Dove in the late afternoon or evening. Such a lovely sound.....
Right below that on my list is listening to the cow elk talkin'.
To hear Ned Beatty squeal like a pig.
I have a big 4X8' plywood sign leading in to my property - "Trespasuers, will be hogg tyed, and tod dey have a Purty Mouth."
It seems to have worked. I don't get any visitors.
(mating call of the blonde)
Whatever works for you Brother.
Yes, I will agree, that is very nice.
The bark of a Seal/Seals after dark, is quite nice also.
dead. both of them.
other than that, I think I'll take the Buddhist approach and not answer dumb questions.
That might work out best, for you.
Nah. You've swung your purse around enough for me. ("Shut up.") Really? Wow.
I've said my piece. I'm done.
Carry on if you wish.
Wolf call - coyote call - elk call (scared the bejesus out of me the first time)
Ducks and loons in still water ponds at false dawn on a crisp cold morning - the wind whispering through the cat tails...
The beat of wings on a flushing ptarmigan or pheasant.
The sound of steel shot rustling tree leaves - the shook of the ejecting spent hull when the gun breaks...
A susseration of wind whipped drifting snow banks kissed by the breeze.
The thump of your good dogs tail on the ground when you wake in the morning.
Bacon sizzling on cast iron.
A summers rain fall on a hot tub roof - the air replete with ozone - the peal of thunder in the distance rumbling along carrying a flash of lightning.
A flat oval rocked skipped upon still waters...
Canon fuse when lit a sputter...
The ring of a cohern mortar...
The ping of a grand en bloc clip as it leaves the rifle...
The crack of rifle fire from the pits on range day...
An American flag snapping in the breeze - the beat of metal fasteners pinging the flag pole.
An E type jag with Weber down drafts in perfect tune - the exhaust blat at redline on a downshift...
A Willy's transfer case in 4WD low on a steep incline - flat head hurricane four moving you on...
The sound of the 4 engines singing and 4 props gripping air as the Orion sub hunters head for the coast...
Any Winchester lever action cycling with purpose...
The rack of a pump action 1897 riot gun - brass hulls only...
Moonlight sonata
Amazing grace
My grandfather's voice in my head and heart when I sit as his grave site
I could go on but it's gotten a bit dusty in here.
Mike
The Swiss watch poignant click click click of a colt single action army revolver at half cock cylinder turning to accept new shells...
My husquvarna chainsaw roaring to life on the third pull after a long winter.
The range commands at nationals - camp Perry...
Wood turning on a lathe - being shaped by a blade...
A trains steam whistle in the distance...
Mike