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Creepy Tales from the Bush.
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WHAT???
No penny, no deal!
Ya, I think the Bear swallowed it. He was chewing on it later. You'll see the tooth marks when UPS shows up at your door with a package marked, Bio Hazard.
There was an old sock stuffed down by the toe. Don't go trying to blame this on the Bear. He still lives his 1960's college days walking around here barefoot.
In 1969, I lived in Leesburg, Florida. The neighborhood I lived in was a small idyllic area with the exception of the road in front of the house was a primary trucking route. I, and the friends I had, spent all of our spare time either fishing, or exploring the local woods. Not more than 200 yards from the house, there was either a golf course or driving range. One day we decided to check out the woods surrounding the golf course. The main reason for this was to find lost golf balls that we constantly used as cheap super-balls. As we entered the woods beyond the end of the course, we came into an area primarily covered by adult trees with little undergrowth. In an area that was about 50 feet square were between 20 to 30 animals that were dead and hung from the tree limbs. Cats, dogs, racoons, possums, and several other types. We saw nothing else - no house, nor people. We immediately hauled ass out of there, and seldom spoke of it afterwards. I have never forgotten that experience and suspect that neither have the ones I was with.
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Hoo boy! I realized halfway through reading your story that I was taking shallow breaths! That is very unnerving stuff. I think your reaction was completely appropriate. I am not a "tough guy" by nature but I get the protective instinct you were feeling. I would never initiate a physical confrontation, but if someone laid hands on my wife I think I would go insane with rage. Hopefully it would be enough to survive. Great story, glad everything turned out OK.
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I've seen that as well, as have a few of my friends at different times. Each of these incidents occurred in the woods at night and it wasn't a balloon. Similar cases have been reported in the US for hundreds of years, and they've worked their way into folklore. Whatever it is, it seems to be harmless . . . unless you're in Central America and you see a black box floating through the woods shining a spotlight, because those things are something completely different and they are not harmless.
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My A Team was on an exercise at Camp Drum, NY. Cold, misty, geting dark and we stopped for a listening halt before setting up for the night. All of a sudden something big, and breathing heavy is heading our way in a hurry. A big buck goes right thru our little circle, it was being chased by Coy-dogs, half coyote half feral dog, and our smell/presence let him get away. After we calmed down, we went out and urinated around the camp, marking our area, and had no problems. I had a barking deer come up on me in the Black Forest on a dark night where I literally could not see my hand in front of my face. It sounded like a banchee out of Hell. It did not help that I was reading the "Omen" at the time. Eventually it smelt me and turned and ran down the hill. I am more worried now about two legged creatures. My good friend here in Washington State, is a big camper. Went out with his wife to do some fishing down a long forest road. Stopped at their normal spot and started to unload their truck, when a second truck shows up and three large men get out. The three talk among themselves, they are about 100 yards away, then get baseball bats out and start walk ing towards my friend and his wife. My friend continues to unload his truck, sleeping bags, camp stove, Remington 870. The three men see the 870, stop, look at each other, walk back to their truck and leave. Pays to be alert to what is going on and armed. John
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This is a repost from about a year ago. I've spent lots of time in the woods over the years and have been spooked many times, almost always as a result of something ultimately benign and/or an over-active imagination. This one time was different.
I was cutting and hauling firewood out in the woods one day down at our hunting camp. I was alone, except for my two dogs. They were having their usual fun, exploring all around like they do, while I worked. Late in the afternoon, they suddenly just stop and stare at the same point in the trees over there. Hair goes up, a couple low grr's here and there. They make no attempt to go after whatever they sensed, which is what I would have expected them to do if it was some critter or another. It's a thick area, so I can't see very far through the trees. So we're all just standing there staring. There's no wind, no sounds, nothing. After a while I decided I had enough wood for the day, called them over, packed up and left. I've always wondered what spooked them so much that day, I only know it wasn't nothing.
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OK, this made me laugh! Isn't it amazing how the right tool just makes any situation better???
Ok after all this unsettling stuff , how about some levity ?
I swear to the Heavens this did take place, I'm saying that because it is such a wild little story it just sounds made up !
Maybe twenty years ago a good friend and I decided to take our mountain bikes up to a place called Squaws Leap , maybe 1.5 hours from our city , beautiful place usually occupied by dirtbikes and such , lots of little trails perfect for off road bikes but not really meant for the sort that one pedals
So were biking around , there were a few motor bikes here and there but not so many that anyone was crowding anyone else's trail. We both stopped for a bite to eat and to enjoy the strange combination of the forest silence often interrupted by the occassional motor bike engine noise , it was a cool spring day and life was allright.
We continued our ride by putting on the low gears and going up up up to the top of this ridge so we could enjoy the long twisty ride down ( what we didnt know was just how steep and twisty this trail was going to be on the way down ).
We stop once again to catch a breather and drink some water , enjoying the view down below even if much of the downward trail for us was obscured by forest.
Will started down first , he actually got a hundred feet or so in front of me so I couldnt see what obsticles he had to manuever around until I got to them , well I managed okay considering I had about 50 lbs on my buddy... Then it got steep , very steep , as my mind was saying to the rest of me "oh *hit!" it got even steeper , I was jamming a lot faster than I was accustomed to going downhill and Will was forgotten about my now , my focus was on my survival of this now ridiculously steep trail , suddenly it occurred to me that I had brakes.. duh.. so I gently applied my rears , then my fronts and they both locked the tires into place , my downhill speed had hardly changed ! the soil on the trail was fine and dusty so my tires had hardly any traction needed to slow down sufficiently.
I could see bits of what lay up ahead and could tell my journey was almost over that the trail was going to bottom out to this thankfully ,much wider road , I was still going pretty darn fast but I had not crashed yet !
What I did not see was the huge tree ( about 3.5 feet high longwise ) that had fallen onto the road , at least I did not see it until I was maybe 20 feet from it , I saw Will on the other side of it , standing on his bike watching me , I can still see the expression on his face because he knew ( as I was about to discover) that there was no way I could make it over or around that tree ,not going to speed I was anyway...
this all happened so fast..
I realized I was to crash front tire first into that log, what am I gonna do ? I'm going to get seriously hurt , this is really going to suck.... What happened next is the prize of this long story.
Somehow the split second my front tire hit that log , I flew off my bike , over the log and landed square on my feet , skidding a foot or so , my bike flew over my head and landed noisily on it's side in front of me making a could of dust.. Will's eyes were wider than his smile , we both started laughing... How in the heck did I survive that with no injury !? Even my bike was ok other than a bit of dirt and twigs.
I believe the 'angel on your shoulder' stuff , since I've had some very sticky situations turn out very okay for me , this story included... There's simply no way at my wieght that I could replicate that incident uninured.
I end this story by once again thanking my angel for "having my back".
Tostig
I swear to the Heavens this did take place, I'm saying that because it is such a wild little story it just sounds made up !
Maybe twenty years ago a good friend and I decided to take our mountain bikes up to a place called Squaws Leap , maybe 1.5 hours from our city , beautiful place usually occupied by dirtbikes and such , lots of little trails perfect for off road bikes but not really meant for the sort that one pedals
So were biking around , there were a few motor bikes here and there but not so many that anyone was crowding anyone else's trail. We both stopped for a bite to eat and to enjoy the strange combination of the forest silence often interrupted by the occassional motor bike engine noise , it was a cool spring day and life was allright.
We continued our ride by putting on the low gears and going up up up to the top of this ridge so we could enjoy the long twisty ride down ( what we didnt know was just how steep and twisty this trail was going to be on the way down ).
We stop once again to catch a breather and drink some water , enjoying the view down below even if much of the downward trail for us was obscured by forest.
Will started down first , he actually got a hundred feet or so in front of me so I couldnt see what obsticles he had to manuever around until I got to them , well I managed okay considering I had about 50 lbs on my buddy... Then it got steep , very steep , as my mind was saying to the rest of me "oh *hit!" it got even steeper , I was jamming a lot faster than I was accustomed to going downhill and Will was forgotten about my now , my focus was on my survival of this now ridiculously steep trail , suddenly it occurred to me that I had brakes.. duh.. so I gently applied my rears , then my fronts and they both locked the tires into place , my downhill speed had hardly changed ! the soil on the trail was fine and dusty so my tires had hardly any traction needed to slow down sufficiently.
I could see bits of what lay up ahead and could tell my journey was almost over that the trail was going to bottom out to this thankfully ,much wider road , I was still going pretty darn fast but I had not crashed yet !
What I did not see was the huge tree ( about 3.5 feet high longwise ) that had fallen onto the road , at least I did not see it until I was maybe 20 feet from it , I saw Will on the other side of it , standing on his bike watching me , I can still see the expression on his face because he knew ( as I was about to discover) that there was no way I could make it over or around that tree ,not going to speed I was anyway...
this all happened so fast..
I realized I was to crash front tire first into that log, what am I gonna do ? I'm going to get seriously hurt , this is really going to suck.... What happened next is the prize of this long story.
Somehow the split second my front tire hit that log , I flew off my bike , over the log and landed square on my feet , skidding a foot or so , my bike flew over my head and landed noisily on it's side in front of me making a could of dust.. Will's eyes were wider than his smile , we both started laughing... How in the heck did I survive that with no injury !? Even my bike was ok other than a bit of dirt and twigs.
I believe the 'angel on your shoulder' stuff , since I've had some very sticky situations turn out very okay for me , this story included... There's simply no way at my wieght that I could replicate that incident uninured.
I end this story by once again thanking my angel for "having my back".
Tostig
thats downright horrible. who would kill animals for fun? If i ever see a worthless sh*tstain person hurting an animal for fun I will not hesitate to hurt them.
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I believe the 'angel on your shoulder' stuff , since I've had some very sticky situations turn out very okay for me , this story included... There's simply no way at my wieght that I could replicate that incident uninured.
I end this story by once again thanking my angel for "having my back".
Tostig
Amen to that! How I survived some things when I was younger is beyond me.
Great story!
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A lot of folks have someone or something looking out for them.
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Bump for an awsome thread! Loving these stories c'mon!
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That's like a church of death. Whoever did that very likely moved on to people.
Nope, you just got very lucky. Make no mistake, you picked up on all the things that they did. The things that made you consider their unfriendly intentions. You made the right choice.
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Well Mr. freq18hz, that's why I don't like taking my girl out with me backpacking sometimes, I just worry too much. If something happens to me, it's fair game, but if something happens to her, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. All in all, sounds like you handled the situation well.
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Well, mine is a tough cookie, but she is headstrong and careless. I'm more of the prepared, cautious type.
She now has a first aid kit in her backpack that she commutes on her bike with. Also, although she refuses to carry her own gear while hiking, she does know all the pieces of my kit and how to use them in an emergency.
That being said. Were I able to carry a handgun legally, and keep it loaded. I would do so.
She is of the mind that she doesn't need to prepare for bad things, because only good things are in store for her. She is a very positive person. I am more of the cynical, skeptical, pessimist type. We balance each other out well in that regard. Then again though, bad things usually don't happen to her. So maybe by not worrying, or preparing, or being anxious about things, she manifests only good? Who knows...
I only know one way to be. So if you find me on a trail, I'll have a fixed blade with me, and probably a folder.
For the record, she does carry her pepper spray and pink Spyderco Native when she runs now (most of the time). =)
Oh and after getting my kit in order post this incident, we had a few outings where she teased me for being over-prepared. That is until of course, until we were out hiking and she desperately had to pee. She was freaking out, because "We need to hurry, I think I am going to die...if only I had some toliet paper."
Guess what I pulled out of my pack?
She doesn't tease me for being over-prepared anymore.
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