Late Night BS thread..

@kdstrick. With a 12 gauge shotgun in hand... Must have been one HELLUVA scream to make him nervous. There ain't much, if anything, on the North American continent that a 12 gauge won't put a hurtin' on.

Love reading those types of stories... But I've been in and out of the woods all over the south east and mid-Atlantic, and I've never seen or heard anything that raised my hackles. Maybe one day.
 
rockspyder said:
@kdstrick. With a 12 gauge shotgun in hand... Must have been one HELLUVA scream to make him nervous. There ain't much, if anything, on the North American continent that a 12 gauge won't put a hurtin' on.

Love reading those types of stories... But I've been in and out of the woods all over the south east and mid-Atlantic, and I've never seen or heard anything that raised my hackles. Maybe one day.
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Amen brotha... 12G is serious business in thick woods and close quarters. Hell... his nickname is 'shotgun Kelly'... That man works an 870 like Charlie Daniels works a fiddle. My bet would've been that we would have our first Yeti taken to taxidermy given the circumstances.... just didn't happen that way. Hard to understand. I've never seen him scared. That experience was an underware changer for him.

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These are great stories.. tenting with my pops when I was like 6 or 7 I heard shuffling then thumps then huffing an snorts outside our tent in the middle of the night..it became more an more..it was literally SO terrified I wouldn't move to the other side of the tent to wake my dad.. the sounds were soon right outside the tent an soon it was all around the tent...the WHOLE night I lay there in $hit terror!!! Well when morning broke my pops got up an low an behold..the tent an campsite was full of cows!! Apperently we were close to some ranches an cows got out an wondered into our camp... but Holy crap was that a long night...
 
I think my most frightening night time encounter was when a raccoon wandered into our tent at scout camp many years ago. Even then it wasn't so much scary as it was confusing, as I was half asleep the whole time lol. Much as I'd be curious if I ever saw something unexplainable in the woods, I don't know that I'd ever want such an encounter to go down.
 
lmao Rob!! That is actually hilarious but i can imagine how scary it must of been not knowing they were cows ahahahaha!!
 
Armithius said:
I think my most frightening night time encounter was when a raccoon wandered into our tent at scout camp many years ago. Even then it wasn't so much scary as it was confusing, as I was half asleep the whole time lol. Much as I'd be curious if I ever saw something unexplainable in the woods, I don't know that I'd ever want such an encounter to go down.
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Those raccoons can be noisy little buggers!! An the get into EVERYTHING
 
Robdude said:
I remember my dad angry cause one dropped a pie right on his mess kit he had on the ground by the fire..
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Haha I sure wouldn't want to cook that pie in my mess kit! Guess he made a mess of his mess! Thank you, I'll be here all night! ...please don't hurt me
 
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So we finished the bottle, bludgeoned the hippos in the tanks with it, skewered them, ate them, the sun came up and woke up in a ditch... what were we talking about...
 
K fake apocalypse moved to its own thread..
 
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I was asleep in a sleeping bag in a tent once after a long ride. I felt something scratching my leg. I was damn near too tired to even see what it was, but it didn't let up. I jumped up and unzipped the sleeping bag...

A big ass scorpion came out at me with both claws raised. I smashed him with righteous and furious anger with my 4 D cell mag light.
 
Lucky it wasn't a small one...probably wouldn't of noticed it and i hear the small ones are the most poisonous...might not of woken up from that sleep :o
 
Damn, I'm sure glad we don't have those things in the Northeast. I can barely handle spiders, let alone arachnids with claws and venomous stingers.
 
AntDog said:
I was asleep in a sleeping bag in a tent once after a long ride. I felt something scratching my leg. I was damn near too tired to even see what it was, but it didn't let up. I jumped up and unzipped the sleeping bag...

A big ass scorpion came out at me with both claws raised. I smashed him with righteous and furious anger with my 4 D cell mag light.
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I get tagged at least once a year by a scorpion. Hate them...

Was cleaning up the garage last year and had one (somehow) work it's way up and into the leg of my cargo shorts. That was fun.


Smashed it before it got to the important parts but only after it nailed me a couple times on my inner thigh. You guys should've seen me... I could have been on Dancing with the Stars. A scorpion in your shorts will give you some fine dance moves! But it sure seemed like it knew where it was heading.... Figured it must've been a female.

For those who've never had the privilege of getting hit by one, it is an actual venom. It burns more than stings and will swell up pretty good. It's kind of like a red hornet x 10.

Another time I actually sat on one... that sucked.

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kdstrick said:
I get tagged at least once a year by a scorpion. Hate them...

Was cleaning up the garage last year and had one (somehow) work it's way up and into the leg of my cargo shorts. That was fun.


Smashed it before it got to the important parts but only after it nailed me a couple times on my inner thigh. You guys should've seen me... I could have been on Dancing with the Stars. A scorpion in your shorts will give you some fine dance moves! But it sure seemed like it knew where it was heading.... Figured it must've been a female.

For those who've never had the privilege of getting hit by one, it is an actual venom. It burns more than stings and will swell up pretty good. It's kind of like a red hornet x 10.

Another time I actually sat on one... that sucked.

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lol dude that must of sucked! Worse i've ever had (thank heavens) was an unknown spider bite me a couple times on my butt :p I couldn't sit for a week or so. I basically grew a 3rd ass cheek from all the swelling :D
 
Robdude said:
Apperently we were close to some ranches an cows got out an wondered into our camp... but Holy crap was that a long night...
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That brings back memories...

On one of my first long-distance, lone backpacking trips, I had camped up for the night in a tent next to a rock outcrop in the middle of otherwise completely deserted moorland. The weather was quite wild and windy.

Sometime around pitch-black, I awoke to the sound of a couple of heavy footsteps in the damp moor. Then quiet. I listened, motionless in my sleeping bag, wondering if I had just been dreaming. The large drops of constant rain hit the tent with thuds and the wind made a low rushing sound, making hearing difficult.

Then... another two steps, definitely. Closer this time, maybe five to ten feet away from the tent.

As a kid, I convinced myself on night-time forest explorations that I was probably the most dangerous thing out there. Stopped me being too scared when I was 10. It didn't stop the hackles on the back of my neck rising now, or the feeling of cold dread. I watched too many horror movies I guess.

Listening intently through the weather, I was glad of it; it meant I could slowly unzip my bag without being heard myself. If someone thought they were going to surprise me... I could possibly turn the tables.

There were more hesitant-sounding but heavy footsteps, right outside the tent now. I was out of my bag, and the Al Mar pathfinder combat machete I carried (it was well before my Busse days) was in hand. Then there was a sound, right next to me, that I still do not really know how to describe...

...like a deep tearing, ripping sound, perhaps something that might be used in a zombie movie as someone was pulled apart. Ah... I can describe it!

That was it! I already had a hand on the tent door zip, and I ripped it upwards and burst out in one move. Naked, in the almost black night, I jumped a few yards away from the tent and spun around, blade raised ready for whatever came.

I saw the head rise up, black eyes catching the tiniest hint of ambient light from the hidden moon. The hulking body towering over my backpacking tent shifted a little, enabling me to make out the shape, and I lowered my knife. The highland cow sniffed the air, then completely ignored me, lowered its head and, with a ripping, scrunching sound, tore another pile of heather up by its roots.

Cows... night-time scourge of campers!
 
On another of my backpacking trips in the Scottish Highlands, I was wandering aimlessly around the most North-Westerly corner of the Scottish mainland. Probably the most deserted bit there is.

I was heading for a sea cliff, to camp at the top of it. Turned out to be a great spot, about three hundred feet above the sea with an overhanging cliff. I could stand on the edge looking down at the seagulls. Anyway...

Earlier that day, my water filter had burst its element, so I was boiling water instead. Near my campsite was a stream that went over the cliff. My SOP was to follow the stream up to the source if possible to get it clean from the ground, and just for something to do. Evening was drawing in but I had time, so I walked about a mile and did find the pool where it bubbled up.

Unfortunately, I also found something else...

You have to imagine the scene, and how desolate it was. There was nothing in sight in the twilight but scrubby moorland, low hills, mountains in the distance, rocks and water. It's why I was there - I like that. And yet, here, right in the middle of this isolated five-feet-across pool, was a sheep.

More accurately, half of a sheep. Quite an accurate half really, the top half from head down to mid way at the belly. The back half - rear legs, abdomen, bottom of spine - was... simply not there. Anywhere. I looked! There were intestines from the apparently neatly-severed half-body slowly moving in the water but the blood had already been washed clear. No maggots though and the eyes were still there. So the half-sheep had not been there too long. A day or two at most?

What had killed the sheep, so brutally? Answers on a postcard please but a werewolf, wild Scotsman with a claymore or even the dreaded sabre-toothed flying haggis crossed my mind.

Even more to the point... was it going to come back?

Whatever it was, it didn't bother me that night, and I went thirsty until I moved on the next day.
 
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I was once told of a story involving escaped Army test subjects in the Pacific Northwest. Apparently, they came across a family, fell upon them, slaughtered them, and are them.

Uncle Dan told it in much more detail.......... I had nightmares for weeks.
 
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