Weirdest thing thats happend to you while out.

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Find one like this over or survivorman forum, thought I'd bring it here and see what you all have to say.

For me it was one time a "Adventure" while back in the woods. I had been walking for a while, and began hearing voices. I didn't think An amazing amount about it, but I became more and more clear, as in music and people talking. As far as I was comcerned by that time was that it was a radio :confused: . I called out, walked towards it but I never got to it. It was allways stayed ahead or to my left a bit. Luckly the one thing I didnt do was fallow me.
So I packed it in and headed home. I never could figure out what it was, or what happend. And I for sure wasn't stayin around.

Now for sure, someone could have followed me in, then stayed ahead of me with a playing radio, I have no idea, but...... :confused:

It was, and still is the weirdest thing that has happend to me. I hope somemore will share, theres got to be some good ones out there.
 
I once heard a loud noise that sounded like an aircraft. It sounded like it was hovering over the next ridge, it was not a helicopter either. The sound was very loud a shrill, like a turbin engine, but I was miles from anything except mountains.

By the time I made it over the top to see it was gone. I was running in the leaves and did not stop to hear what it sounded like when it left, big mistake.

Robbie Roberson ;)
 
What follows, is a true story.. I didn't bother to change the names cause it happened to me.

I was attacked by a bear in Alaska, this is the Story..
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I was up in South-East Alaska in late July/early August 1994, doing some field work for my Geology degree. We were camped just outside of Juneau, across from the Mendenhall Glacier. It was after dinner, and I decided to take a walk along the trail. Completely forgetting that in late July the sun goes down about 11:30 pm and rises at about 3:30 to 4:00am. Now, I am no fool, I knew it would get darker, so I took 2 lights with me.

About an hour into my little hike, it got very dark, very quick. So, out came my headlamp, and off I went, deeper into the shadowy woods. Off to my left, I notice a faint rustling in the leaves.. I didn't worry about it, just continued on my merry way. The rustling continued, only this time it was closer and a huffing noise accompanied it. I slowly started on again, only to notice the sound was following me. As I gazed into the woods, my light went out.

Crap.

As I banged it against my hand uselessly, I remembered my second light. I reached for the mini-mag light stored in my pocket, and as I withdrew it, found it had been on the whole time, and was depressingly dim.

At this point, with an un-identified noise following me, one dead light, and another soon to join it, my imagination kicked into high gear. THAT noise was a bear, and I was about to be eaten. Visions of a bloody Gore-Tex jacket and my mother crying suddenly cloudy my vision. Nope.. Not me, not tonight.

As calmly as I could, I did a 180 in the trail and headed for home. The noise did a 180 and continued it steady pursuit. Crap. I sped up.. Just a little.. Not wanting to elicite a pursuit, but mearly put a little distance between us.

The noise speed up as well.. This continued for almost a mile, me "jogging" and the noise coming closer, and closer. It was just out of range of my light. Then, a large stick broke in the woods, the noise huffed loudly, I took off at a run, hearing the noise right behind me.. What's that up ahead?? THE BRIDGE!! If I can just make it to the bridge! My heart pounded, my mind raced, I pictured me as a bloody crimson stain in the trail and ran full speed towards my salvation, the noise, right on top of me.

As I dove for the bridge, hoping to avoid the on-coming attack I knew was right behind me, I stole a quick glance back to see my pursuer..







Two red squirrels came boiling out of the woods... Fighting with each other.
 
long story short...during the summer, i help a friend run her outdoor science program.... we do a lot of studying at local state parks.. :)

while out on a hike, we were about 2 hours in, my son just keels over screaming in agonizing pain, i checked his vitals and looked his body over, everything looked fine.. he was having sharp abdominal pains, he said.... i ended up leaving the group and taking him to the ER....

we waited and waited and waited some more... finally we got some x-rays done and got a chance to check them over..... it turns out he hadn't crapped in a few days and was all backed up....:barf: go figure... that visit was rediculously expensive...
 
Some strange stuff happens in the woods sometimes........I was camped up Bluff Creek off the St Joe river in idaho at mammoth springs campground. I had the whole place completely to myself....probably wasn't another person within ten miles of me. I am sleeping comfortably in my tent when I wake up to what sounds like a scream. I start breathing quickly as the adrenaline dumps into my system. I start thinking "why the hell didn't I bring a gun with me". (this happened when I was much younger and dumber). Then I hear something coming through the brush towards my tent. It gets to my tent and starts to snuffle and grunt it's way around the tent.....I have no idea what the hell it is.....another five minutes or so go by, and I determine that I don't think it's a bear, sasquach, or purple people eater so I turn on my light and poke my head out of my tent and find myself looking straight into the eyes of a badger about three feet away. Upon seeing him, I let out a startled "OH Sh-t", at the same time, he, she, it or whatever let out a kind of scream (must have been what woke me up) and high tailed it off into the brush. I didn't get any more sleep that night, but the badger didn't come back either.
 
Fonly said:
Find one like this over or survivorman forum, thought I'd bring it here and see what you all have to say.

For me it was one time a "Adventure" while back in the woods. I had been walking for a while, and began hearing voices. I didn't think An amazing amount about it, but I became more and more clear, as in music and people talking. As far as I was comcerned by that time was that it was a radio :confused: . I called out, walked towards it but I never got to it. It was allways stayed ahead or to my left a bit. Luckly the one thing I didnt do was fallow me.
So I packed it in and headed home. I never could figure out what it was, or what happend. And I for sure wasn't stayin around.

Now for sure, someone could have followed me in, then stayed ahead of me with a playing radio, I have no idea, but...... :confused:

It was, and still is the weirdest thing that has happend to me. I hope somemore will share, theres got to be some good ones out there.
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Fonly,

It is possible that it was you "playing a radio" with your dental work. I've been way back in the woods and was sure I could hear sirens or car alarms at various times, generally just at the periphery of my hearing.

-- FLIX
 
bigbcustom said:
Some strange stuff happens in the woods sometimes........I was camped up Bluff Creek off the St Joe river in idaho at mammoth springs campground. I had the whole place completely to myself....probably wasn't another person within ten miles of me. I am sleeping comfortably in my tent when I wake up to what sounds like a scream. I start breathing quickly as the adrenaline dumps into my system. I start thinking "why the hell didn't I bring a gun with me". (this happened when I was much younger and dumber). Then I hear something coming through the brush towards my tent. It gets to my tent and starts to snuffle and grunt it's way around the tent.....I have no idea what the hell it is.....another five minutes or so go by, and I determine that I don't think it's a bear, sasquach, or purple people eater so I turn on my light and poke my head out of my tent and find myself looking straight into the eyes of a badger about three feet away. Upon seeing him, I let out a startled "OH Sh-t", at the same time, he, she, it or whatever let out a kind of scream (must have been what woke me up) and high tailed it off into the brush. I didn't get any more sleep that night, but the badger didn't come back either.
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http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/badger.swf

i like badgers.
 
My X and I were driving down "cemetary road," and she asks me - "do you believe in ghosts?" and I say, "I don't believe in no F@#$ing ghosts..." and then all of a sudden my engine and all power killed and we rolled to a stop... needless to say, we jumped out and ran about a mile back to my house - went back to get the car the next morning - my "hot" wire coming off of the battery looked as if it had been snipped clean in two - I don't have ANY idea how that is possible... never did figure it out - and for the record, I still don't believe in no F#$%ing Ghosts!
 
about 15 years ago i was camping on the beach near chinamans hat on oahu with family and friends.

there is a narrow parking lot with diagonal spaces on both sides. one particular section has no parking blocks on either side. i am told that this is the path the 'night marchers' walk through to get to the ocean. night marchers are the ghosts of ancient hawaiians killed in battle.

my uncles friend arrives a little late in the day and the only available parking anywhere near our campsite is in the night marchers path, in the space mentioned earlier. so he parks his van there.

middle of the night, it starts raining, hard. since im sleeping on a cot, as is my 10 year old cousin and her friend, we decide to sleep in the back of my uncles truck which is covered, and is next to his friends van.

after a couple hours i awake to the starting of the van. i peek, no one in the van, but i can hear the engine running (it has since stopped raining and is otherwise quiet). oh well, i go back to sleep.

the next morning, everyone is talking about the van having started by itself and run through the night. night marchers? well, the van was blocking their path, so........?

im not particularly superstitious, but some wierd stuff happening in hawaii.
 
I was Hiking In the a local park which is very popular for hiking, It was a warm spring day and There were alot of other people on the trails. I was about halfway through my hike and in a valley in the middle of the park, to either side was a steep climb, and about a mile hike ahead or behind to get out of the valley.

I noticed a man walking towards me, he had a shaven head, and was shirtless, banging his head to music in his walkman, he was also carrying a stick (not a walking stick just a three foot branch) and swinging it in the air to the beat of his music. I marked him as odd in my mind and assessed my options as Defense or simple avoidance. since there was no where to go I simply kept walking towards the man.

When we got close I recognized him as one of my former patients from the psychiatric hospital. I also remembered that although I had had no trouble with him he had a history of violence.

Our eyes met and i saw the recognition in his eyes, he greeted me in a freindly manner, told me how good he was doing and told me of some of his problems. I wished him well offered him some no commital advise (hang in there, Keep trying etc.) and we went our separate ways.

He has since returned to my facility during a relaps, and he always wants to talk to me about hiking. I have not since returned to this hiking area.

I know I have posted this before sorry if you already read it.:)


PS: :confused: Fonly I had a similar sensation on a hiking trip and was becoming agitated trying to figure out who this jerk with the radio in the woods was, and it kept moving away as I approached.


:eek: It turned out to be a huge flock of starlings and the ranger told me that their constant chatter is oflen mistaken for a radio playing in the woods.
 
Nothing spectacular here other than the alien anal probing after being abducted by the mother ship...but I wont get into that.:D Hmmmm, just a couple off the top of my head. One time I was duck hunting and a tight little group came in fairly low and fast. They swung around and were coming right toward me as I was ducked behind an embankment. I waited then let fly. The lead mallard did an ass over end tumble straight toward me. I actually started to cringe as I thought that it was going to hit me. The damn duck hit the ground about 4-5 feet from me and skidded, bounced, dead as a door nail so close that I could reach down and pick it up. That was too wierd and funny.

Another time my buddy Ed said that he was visiting this guy, and the guys dog was acting strangely, like it was walking hump backed or something. So Ed goes over and takes a good look at the dog, then proceeded to pull a good sized piece of stick out of the dogs ass.

Ed also had a little monkey years ago. One time the monkey ran up the side of Eds brother and started to screw his ear! His brother smacked the damn thing off and the monkey hid. The next time that Eds brother came over, the monkey shot over to his brother like a lightening bolt and bit him but good on his face. True stories.
 
Several years ago I decided to take my 8 year-old daughter camping. I was newly arrived in Brazil. For lack of a better place to camp we decided to set up our tent in a field near our camp property about 1.5 hours away. The field was full of thigh-high grass.

We were using my little two person tent. About 10 PM we went to sleep under a star-filled cloudless sky. The full moon was low on the horizon.

About 3 AM I woke up to pouring rain battering the tent. Through my sleep fogged brain I couldn't believe that we were getting pounded like that, it was just too nice of a night. The rain continued and was loud enough that I couldn't get back to sleep. I lay there thinking it was awfully bright for such a downpour. The more I thought about it the stranger it seemed. Finally curiosity got the best of me.

I unzipped the door panel and poked my head out. The full moon was overhead and the sky was clear. There wasn't drop of rain falling but the sound of rain battering the tent was unmistakable.

"OK, this is too wierd!"

I grabbed my mini-maglight and shined it outside...

The surrounding grass was filled with millions of termites munching away! It was like "The Naked Jungle" out there. Their little bodies were popping aginst the sides of the tent, grass stalks snapping in ther jaws sounded just like rain.

:eek: !!!PANIC MOMENT!!!:eek:

I zipped the zipper shut faster than you read that and scanned the interior of the tent with the maglight...no termites inside...not a single one...OK get it together...you have time.

I spent the next half hour watching the seams and zippers, anywhere I thought they might try to invade. Nothing was coming in. I eventually grew tired again and went to sleep to the sound of the "rain".

In the morning we woke up surrounded by a freshly mowed field of hay ready for the rake.

Another

My brother and I were hiking in PA. It was raining hard and we had our ponchos on with the hoods up. Up ahead next to the trail was a large rock the right height to sit on without taking off our packs. We both sat down for a rest.

While we were talking a white faced hornet flew through the laurel and passed between us. We both saw him coming and parted to let him pass. "That was close!"

A few minutes later another one did the same thing, what are the odds? Soon another passed by my head and one more flew the other way past my brother. We both turned our hooded heads towards each other and looked behind us.

There, about chest high, not five feet away was a nest the size of a large garbage can with streams of hornets spanning out in all directions. Hearts pounding we just got to our feet and slowly walked down the trail. It was one of those moments in life that words don't need to be spoken. Mac
 
Not out in the woods, but I had a funny experience walking home from work one day. It was about 1am and I'm walking along when I look up and see an oval shaped ring of light moving slowly in the sky ahead of me. This thing looked exactly like your garden variety UFO, and not believing in UFOs or anything of the sort I was totally puzzled (and a little unnerved) by what I could see. After about 30 seconds it suddenly struck me that I was looking at the lights of a blimp, and I felt kinda stupid for being unnerved by it. But that 30 or so seconds was a pretty weird experience.
 
I was teaching a beginner's winter survival course, last year. We were sleeping outside in our sleeping bags (nice, dry, not too cold -17°C weather). We were near a trail, on a smooth mountain slope where trees had been cut down.

One of the guys was snoring, near me, so I got out of the sleeping bag, but my boots on and walked a 100 yards to be alone. Half asleep, I threw my thick survival blanket on the ground, my thermarest, my sleeping bag. I crawled back in, zipped everything up and went back to sleep.

In my sleep, I turned around, and suddenly I felt as if the ground, under me, was moving up and down. Like small waves. It stopped. I thought I had dreamed. Went back to sleep.

Few minutes later, same thing. Small, weird feeling "waves" under me. As if the ground was ondulating. As if I slept over something that also moved in it's sleep. Then it stopped again. Got back to sleep, half noticing that everytime I felt the waves, I also heard a weird sound. I dreamed of a TV turned on with nothing but noise on it, you know...

The waves came back. I poked my nose and one eye out of the sleeping bag, and saw something extremely weird. I saw three pines silouetting against the full moon, moving away towards the east. Again, the noise was there, and the waves grew more intense. Then I felt my feet raising up. As if the ground had decided to put me head down.

Everything stopped.

I thought "jeez... is this a dream or what ? I really should have slept more last week, I'm sleep deprived...". I closed my eyes half a second. Then the waves came back once again. They soon grew more intense. Harder and faster. And then the noise grew louder. PSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHH...

I finally decided to wake up and check things out. At that moment my head was hit by something, and my feet went past over my head, in something like a weird yoga position. I heard a cracking noise, and everything smelled like pine. I managed to put myself back flat, all trapped in the sleeping bag, like a giant larvae. I unzipped everything, and found myself standing in the middle of pine branches, piled up there, under me.

I wondered how they could have put them under me while I slept... then I looked up and saw the other guys and a small campfire, about 300 yards away, upslope :D

Lucky the slope wasn't steeper !

David
 
In the summer of 2005, I set up a semi-permanent tent for the season in the hills behind our house. On a nice evening, my wife and I would hike up there for the night. There was an old stone rubble fence about 100 yards away. Several nights we were awakened to the sound of clattering rocks from the direction of the fence, like something was picking them up and dropping them. I was thinking bear, racoon, looking for grubs? But that didn't make any sense in the rocks. Chupacabra? I'd like to say I had the balls to pick up the flashlight and go look, but I didn't...still have no idea what it was.
 
Moine,

That's a great story. There's a sermon illustration in there somewhere that I'm going to shamelessly rip-off when it occurs to me. It's a good thing you wern't near a cliff. Mac
 
Nothing terribly strange for me, I suppose.

Once when hiking with my sister we hear some extremely scary screams coming from the next gorge over, a woman's scream. I have heard a few women scream in genuine fear and this was worse. I had a thousand images of someone being raped/killed, so I grabbed my pistol and some rope and ran towards the area. I sneaked over the edge of the cliff and midway down, then peered over and saw it was just a woman repelling, with some jerks below her stupid enough to let her on a rope. I was furious for a dozen reasons. Either way, false alarm.

The only truly bizzare thing that happened to me was when me and my very good friend were hiking one night. We night-hiked in and set up camp, but didn't feel quite like sleeping. It was a hunter's moon so we decided to go for a night-hike for fun this time. We grabbed our lights and headed out, though we barely used them due to the brightness of the moon. We started back after about 30 minutes, on the same trail. There were no forks, there were no uncut paths. But still on the way back there was a huge tree laying across our trail. It had been laying there for quite some time. It sounds like a small matter, but to this day I swear we were on the same trail...
 
I set up a shelter and fire next the root system of and overturned tree. The root system/ball was 10 feet high. After 2 hrs of fire the peat and root system caught fire at the top half.

I spent 2 hours running for water and chopping out the burning portion of the top half to avoid a forest fire as the forest was tinder dry from draught. Not possible with a small blade ;) (had to mention that dig haha)

Lesson learned, disaster avoided.

Skam
 
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