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<blockquote data-quote="Michael Beran" data-source="post: 787023" data-attributes="member: 8479"><p>The very first one was my Female Passage Redtail Hawk, Mahja. She flew at 1000g's but I often hunted her at 900g's</p><p></p><p>We were hunting on a huge southern plantation called Magenta Plantation in Elm Grove, Louisiana</p><p>Most of the Plantation is now leased to corn farmers and petroleum company's, it's no longer a working Plantations as such. We had been hunting rabbits for about an hour with no luck, the rabbits were there but in heavy, heavy cover and Mahja just could not connect. I decided to change locations for some liter cover and started walking across a huge, grassed over corn stumble field about 500 yards from a small pond/lake. Mahja was not one to fly/hover over and open field so she came down to the glove and I was carrying her on the fist. (see PIC) also note big hunting stick.</p><p>[ATTACH=full]68228[/ATTACH]</p><p></p><p>Suddenly Mahja took off and started flying in front of me with purpose, I thought at first she saw a bunny but I saw nothing, then she did a wing over onto what I thought was a hump of earth, until it reared up and started moving. I had no clue, I was too far away to see clearly, then I noticed the creature was heading to the water, ultimately to drown the hawk attached to it's head. This is exactly what would have happened, once a hawk binds and its adrenaline stays elevated it can not let go, as long as there is movement the talons sink deeper and deeper, the tendons ratchet tighter and tighter and the hawk can not relax then to let go. Once I realized what was happening knowlege and fear both set in at the same time, I knew it was a beaver and I knew it was going to try and drown my hawk.</p><p></p><p>I started sprinting across what was left of farm rows, making my legs carry me as fast as they could, when I came upon the hawk attached to the beaver my first instinct was to use my hunting staff and stop the forward progress of the beaver. I thrust the staff in front of the beaver and he mowed me over like I was not even standing there, as he ambled by I grabbed his tail, pulled up to stop him and was promptly pulled forward onto my knees and did a face plant on the ground, being dragged by a 37 pound mass of pure muscle. I had no idea how strong a beaver was, nor did I know, as I was about to find out how tough a beaver is. I let go the beavers tail, ran back and grabbed my hunting staff. All the while the beaver was getting closer and closer to the waters edge. My hawk was attached firmly now, talons through the left eye and ear of the beaver, unfortunately in the way of me giving the beaver a good whack in the head and maybe stopping it. So I just swung at open fur in it's mid section, the staff just bounced off him, again and again I swung and nothing. Finally I swung with all my might and hit it in the hip, breaking something because it no longer had use of it's back legs, however this did not stop it, it was still crawling with it's front legs. I get my hunting knife out, I must say, I went Rambo on the beaver. Finally killing it some 100 yards from the waters edge.</p><p></p><p>The beaver had been grazing on the new winter growth grass we get here and was too far out for a quick retreat into water, this has been the case for any beaver we ever subdue!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Michael Beran, post: 787023, member: 8479"] The very first one was my Female Passage Redtail Hawk, Mahja. She flew at 1000g's but I often hunted her at 900g's We were hunting on a huge southern plantation called Magenta Plantation in Elm Grove, Louisiana Most of the Plantation is now leased to corn farmers and petroleum company's, it's no longer a working Plantations as such. We had been hunting rabbits for about an hour with no luck, the rabbits were there but in heavy, heavy cover and Mahja just could not connect. I decided to change locations for some liter cover and started walking across a huge, grassed over corn stumble field about 500 yards from a small pond/lake. Mahja was not one to fly/hover over and open field so she came down to the glove and I was carrying her on the fist. (see PIC) also note big hunting stick. [attach=full]68228[/attach] Suddenly Mahja took off and started flying in front of me with purpose, I thought at first she saw a bunny but I saw nothing, then she did a wing over onto what I thought was a hump of earth, until it reared up and started moving. I had no clue, I was too far away to see clearly, then I noticed the creature was heading to the water, ultimately to drown the hawk attached to it's head. This is exactly what would have happened, once a hawk binds and its adrenaline stays elevated it can not let go, as long as there is movement the talons sink deeper and deeper, the tendons ratchet tighter and tighter and the hawk can not relax then to let go. Once I realized what was happening knowlege and fear both set in at the same time, I knew it was a beaver and I knew it was going to try and drown my hawk. I started sprinting across what was left of farm rows, making my legs carry me as fast as they could, when I came upon the hawk attached to the beaver my first instinct was to use my hunting staff and stop the forward progress of the beaver. I thrust the staff in front of the beaver and he mowed me over like I was not even standing there, as he ambled by I grabbed his tail, pulled up to stop him and was promptly pulled forward onto my knees and did a face plant on the ground, being dragged by a 37 pound mass of pure muscle. I had no idea how strong a beaver was, nor did I know, as I was about to find out how tough a beaver is. I let go the beavers tail, ran back and grabbed my hunting staff. All the while the beaver was getting closer and closer to the waters edge. My hawk was attached firmly now, talons through the left eye and ear of the beaver, unfortunately in the way of me giving the beaver a good whack in the head and maybe stopping it. So I just swung at open fur in it's mid section, the staff just bounced off him, again and again I swung and nothing. Finally I swung with all my might and hit it in the hip, breaking something because it no longer had use of it's back legs, however this did not stop it, it was still crawling with it's front legs. I get my hunting knife out, I must say, I went Rambo on the beaver. Finally killing it some 100 yards from the waters edge. The beaver had been grazing on the new winter growth grass we get here and was too far out for a quick retreat into water, this has been the case for any beaver we ever subdue! [/QUOTE]
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