My experience was first hearing a Great Horned owl upstream about 3/4 of a mile in the hardwoods of the Western Piedmont of South Carolina. At about five-thirty in the A.M., I wondered how interesting it would be to see that bird up close.
Not long thereafter, something large began trying to "climb" the metal rungs of that aluminum tree stand and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. I was on full alert, my eyes wide open and straining to look into the starlit darkness when something decided to alight heavily and with a rush of air on the 4" diameter limb that was supporting the tree stand - eye level with me and three feet from my right arm.
It was dark and neither of us could see one another well in the starlight, but I could tell it was a Great Horned owl and a "damn" big one. I turned slowlyto face it squarely, with my heart racing in my chest and my breathing so labored that the owl must have heard both. It let out a screech that split my eardrums from that distance and flew away leaving me to that glad feeling knowing I had just peed before leaving the truck so I didn't have anything left to "let go".
Watch out for what you wish for, you just might get it.
Fair Chase
Land Owner