Trouble on the trails - Let's hear your stories

Lazydog1 said:
Anyway, they return an hour or so later...pack is still there but the shoes are gone. Note: This is wilderness, miles away from any human settlement. Well, then the psycho games were on....fear of Deliverance...brother-in-law (unarmed) decides to abort the hike and leads them at a panicky jog down the mountain. 4 hours later they arrive at the cars. They haven't hiked since.
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My girlfriend liked the shoes. Sorry for the scare.
 
My dad was actually very good friends with Hal Fish, and used to teach with him. I don't know if this was a nationwide story or not, but most people are familiar with him in Arizona as the guy who was hiking and came across another man with two dogs. The dogs ran after him to attack, he fired to warning shots, and upon hearing those, the owner of the dogs came after him. Hal shot an killed him in self defense. I feel genuinely bad for Hal, apparently he was a very nice man with a loving family. He just prepared for situations like that, and I suppose the norepinephrine kicked in. He was only defending himself, but got put in jail.
 
We just had a heated debate on this subject and the thread got locked.

We don't need this nonsence again.

This thread is about personal experience, lets keep it on track!
 
Well then I won't spark an argument again. I apologize I didn't see the other thread. I just referred to it as personal because my dad was very close to Hal and worked with him for years, and according him, Hal was a very nice, honest and loving man.
 
Hey, did Hal tell you about the other times he threatened people with a gun?

(( drop it ))
 
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OK, I've got the scariest story of all.
About 6 or 7 years ago my one brother and I went out for opening day for mule deer. We both had to work the day before and I was on afternoon shift.
We didn't get to our spot until about 3:30 AM. We quickly set our tent up by our trucks headlights.
Just around dawn we hear something big outside our tent (it's grizzly country and it is warm for the time of year). We hear it scrape against the side of my truck then the side of the tent. My brother grabs his shotgun, I move to the tent door. On signal I pull open the door
 
coyotebc said:
OK, I've got the scariest story of all.
About 6 or 7 years ago my one brother and I went out for opening day for mule deer. We both had to work the day before and I was on afternoon shift.
We didn't get to our spot until about 3:30 AM. We quickly set our tent up by our trucks headlights.
Just around dawn we hear something big outside our tent (it's grizzly country and it is warm for the time of year). We hear it scrape against the side of my truck then the side of the tent. My brother grabs his shotgun, I move to the tent door. On signal I pull open the door
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That funny. :D
 
Actually I have a similar story haha. My dad and I went on a bike trip a few years back, and took a lunch break by a roadside lake. There were a bunch of cows there and they were all staring at us, but we faced the other direction. About a minute later we turn around and we see the smallest of the bunch a little closer than the last time we looked but he wasn't moving. We turned back around and continued eating. The next time we turn around the cow is even closer, but stopped moving once we looked at it. This went on until the damn thing was about 10 feet away from us, and then you wouldn't believe what happened next! We left. But it was pretty funny.
 
My GF and I went for a walk during a camping trip in montana, just out to see what we could find, and along the way we kept seeing this guy, who was apparently walking the same way we were, so we kept trying to get farther off trail, eventually button hooking back to the parking lot, hoping to fake him out. as my GF is in the outhouse, I see the guy drive past really slowly, so now I know he's for sure looking for us, as soon as she got out, we ran for the trees across the road, and back to our campsite, as we entered the treeline, back he went! I wore my khuck for the rest of the evening after that, but we didn't see him at all.
 
In 30+ years of hiking,fishing,hunting & camping,I'm happy to state,I've never had a problem.(knock wood);):)

I almost got killed a couple a times by widow-makers though(falling limbs)!!:eek:
 
The worst times I've had are hiking in the Indian Heaven Wilderness area in WA. There's a reason it's nicknamed Masquito heaven. And I spent the last 14 years in Montana Grizzly country.
 
When I was a teenager myself and two friends went hunting. We had been walking into the woods along a super long driveway when the land owner and friends neighbor drives by and we all waved. Soon he returned and called my friend that was his neighbor over to the car. When my buddy reached him the guy pulled a pistol put it to his head and started screaming at him about someone shooting at his house. We hadn't even been near his house. The other two of us ran to flank our friend and aimed our shotguns at him. I don't remember anything that was said as I am not ashamed to say I was scared sh*tless! He finally got in his car and drove away. I could hardly walk for a while after he left. Three other guys never showed up that day. I found out the next day that they watched the standoff from afar and just left! Great friends!
 
I had an unpleasant experience in the late seventies while hunting in the George Washigton National Forest in Virginia. One afternoon my friend and I parked his pick up truck at the end of a dirt road on a hill side, with the idea of splitting up, moving a short way into the woods, and sitting until sunset hoping to see deer moving up the hill. I sat down facing down hill with my back to a large rock, my friend was about a hundred yards from me behind some dead fall. Not long after we had gotten settled in, another truck arrived with two guys in it. I could see them from where I was, they couldn't (or didn't) see me. It was clear from their movements they were upset that someone was hunting in this spot, to the point that one of them started firing his rifle into the woods, though not in my or my friend's direction. They then got in their vehicle and left, thus avoiding a tragic ending to the story. Talking to my friend after the incident, he told me he had been watching them and had them covered as well.
 
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