Weirdest thing thats happend to you while out.

Several years ago I am sitting with my young son up on Mackinac Island in Michigan. We are waiting for his mother to return on the ferry from seeing a sick Aunt. We are eating a quick lunch, having a beer (me) and watching the ferries come in and out of the harbor. All of a sudden my son points up to the radio antenna on one of the boats and says “dad, look up there”.

I look and ask “what do you see?”

“On top of the boat, there, there’s your dad”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Well do me a favor and tell him I said hello”

At that time my son was 3 years old and my father had passed away about 7 years before he was born and I had never even really talked about my father that much. My son was positive in what he had seen and the conviction in his little voice left me with no doubt that he did see what he described. That sent shivers up my spine and I truly hope…..
 
Can't think of any good ones. There was one time though, I scared up a squirrel, and he climbed into a hollow dead limb up in a tree. I didn't really feel like cleaning him in the first place, but decided I'd just see if I could scare him out & piss 'im off. I could see his furry tail sticking up in the hole he had climbed in, so I lined up my sights (SKS) a few inches above the opening with the intention of showering him with splinters to scare him out. When I fired, he didn't move. Instead, blood immediately started running out of the bullet hole, and a drop hit me in the face.

Turns out the squirrel wasn't down inside the branch, he was up inside it, and I hit him. It's not the squirrel that makes the story- it's the image of seeing a bleeding tree. Blood running out of the bullet hole I had just made in the limb... That's something that I can still see in my mind.
 
In my humble opinion, shooting in a tree to piss off a squirrel is a proof that you shouldn't be allowed to own or use a gun in the first place.

The fact that you killed a squirrel in a mistake is a second proof. That fact that you're not even ashamed enough to keep that for yourself is a third proof.

From where I come from, you don't aim on what you don't want to kill. You don't shoot on what you do not wish to kill. You do not play around pissing off wildlife. You don't waste bullets. And what you kill you eat.

David (pretty pissed off by that story, actually)
 
I was out trail running in a fairly remote area by myself. The trail, round trip is almost 18 miles and I was fairly close to the 3/4 point. I passed a dog sitting on the trail and thought it was fairly wierd. He was dirty and unkept, and frankly being a dog person, deceided to stop and pet him and give him a drink of water. I was within a few steps when he growled, and hearing another growl next to him, and another, and another behind me, a big alarm went off in my head. I turned quick and continued down the trail, slowing to a slow jog, and looked behind me to see 4 dogs at a slow trot in persuit.

This was unheard of to me and especially in the area that I lived, I couldn't believe it. I picked up a rock and stopped and threw it at the closest one. All I got was a growl and they backed up a little. I threw another and another and it didn't seem to deter them in the least. I turned around and hauled ass down the trail and figured that maybe I could outrun them. Feeling threatened I drew my S&W airweight, in .38, and continued.

Major problem was, that I couldn't run a fast pace with these dang dogs in persuit. My original get to the trail head before sundown plan was screwed. So it was already dusk and I was getting really paranoid. Every time I would look forward they would get close, whenever I would turn and look at them they would back off. Finally, one got close and had a nip at me and I had it. I turned and without aiming fired a shot at the one that had nipped at me. I had intended to hit it in the head but instead struck it in the spine between the two hind legs. I took the best aim I could at the next closest and fired a shot, missing entirely. And shot again and another miss. (Keep in mind it was to dark to see the sights and I was using a snubby revolver.) They were spooked and ran off to the sides of the trail. I couldn't see a thing and knowing I only had two shots left, turned, and ran one of the fastest miles I have ever run.

I got to the trail and called the Park Service and talked to a Ranger who came to investigate. We walked back up the trail the next day and found the dead dog and plenty of sign to confirm my story. He told me he had never heard of anything like this happening before in Arizona.

Lessons learned:
Added one Crimson Trace LaserGrip, one speedloader, and now I run with pepper spray in my hand all the time.

Let me tell ya, I thank Got that I had that Airweight.
 
Hey Shadow,

Great reply, I was very suprised to learn that this is an actual occurance. I never am without a firearm, and after an experience like that never will be.

PS I appologize for all the gramatical errors in my above story....I even spelled God wrong....I'm gonna get some negative points for that one :)
 
Moine said:
David (pretty pissed off by that story, actually)
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David, I can't really disagree with your basic opinions when ya get down to it. Maybe not to that extent, but I can understand why you'd feel that way. I have had the same thoughts a number of times since then; perhaps that's one of the reasons the experience stands out in my mind. It just happens that all that stuff is not the reason I brought it up; just the weird part at the end.

But yes, it was a mistake.
Not trying to glorify it or make light of it, and I'm sorry if I conveyed that impression. I simply told it like it happened.
 
I don't have a really good one, just something from when I was seven or eight and it might have just been my over-active imagination. We lived - and still do - within about 100 yards of a small creek. In the summertime, as it was at the time, it never got deeper than 3 feet in most places - besides the good fishing holes - hip deep to me, as I was then, in the majority of the creek. So my brother and sister (They were much older, my sister is 12 years older than me, my brother 17 years older.) and I decided to walk the creek one day. Walking the creek meant walking along in the water, usually off to one side, as our property line went to the middle of the creek, though it didn't really matter, the real benefit to living out in the woods is the great neighbors.

We started way down at the Willow Hole, our favorite fishing spot, and one of only two spots where it got deeper than 3 feet. We walked, in the creek, wading, up to the next fishing hole, got out and passed the hole on the bank, and got back in the water. Just up from this hole, I was walking/wading behind my siblings as we waded, we had just passed some shallow shoals not far back, but now were getting back into fairly still water. I was walking to the right, as the other side was about 3-4 feet deep or so, and eyeing a pine log in the water across the creek. We had just earlier been talking about the possibility of alligators in our creek, but my brother had said there was no way there could be.

I wasn't so sure, however. Being young, I liked the idea of there maybe being alligators in the creek, and this was just the sort of water they liked. So I kept an eye on the logs in the water, there were a couple not far from each other, one obviously an actual log, with limbs sticking up out of the water. But the other actually resembled the usual description of an alligator in the water, it even had what looked like eyes above the surface of the water. Of course, I thought, they could have been knots, but I didn't really want to believe that. I wanted it be a 'gator. so I was watching it pretty closely as I slowly walked, falling behind farther. Just as I was about to turn away and hurry to catch up, it opened an eye. Scared me half to death. I ran ahead as fast as circumstances would allow, hollering at my brother and sister that there were too alligators in the creek, and that was one right there! Of course, they didn't believe me, and we headed for home, but I still believe, to this day, that my eyes weren't just playing tricks, and that that 'log' opened an eye and looked right at me.
 
Years ago when my wife and I were still going out we were walking back to my car that was parked in the lot of a provincial park.
It was well after dark and we came upon another couple walking back to their car, when we got about 10 feet from my car it tried to start but as it is a standard and it was in gear it just stalled. It turned over for about 4 or 5 seconds.
All four of us could see no one was inside and it was sort of spooky. I got into the car and started it, about a week later it wouldn't start and I ended up replacing the selonoid, so I always figured that the selonoid is what caused ti to start. However it was creepy for a couple of days
Another time in that same place I got back to the car and it would not turn over at all. It was about 1:00am and my wife and I had to walk the four miles back to town (no cell phones back then) Stopped at a buddies place borrowed his car, drove back was going to try to jump start it, however first I hopped in the car and it started first crank and I drove it home without jumping it.
My wife wouldn't go walking there with me anymore
 
Fieldtestornothing said:
Hey Shadow,

Great reply, I was very suprised to learn that this is an actual occurance. I never am without a firearm, and after an experience like that never will be.

PS I appologize for all the gramatical errors in my above story....I even spelled God wrong....I'm gonna get some negative points for that one :)
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I was surprised when working security at a factory in a rural area of NJ when a pack of dogs chased another officer into a gate house. When i refused to work that site without my 357 they never asked asked me to work there again. :jerkit:

OF course your story is yet another reason why shall issue carry is such a good idea especially in areas where help is far away. but here in Jersey We have the right to die painfully :grumpy:
 
Rescueguy,

Yea, I hear that. It was the main reason that I became a Federal Agent. I didn't want to be without a firearm ANYWHERE. So now with some restrictions I can carry pretty much where ever I want. I do hope someday that they will initiate a Federal CCW program for honest good Americans. But until that day comes, move to the Southwest! Everyone carries a gun here, except Cali, and who would want to live there anyway?
 
tyr_shadowblade said:
My Da had a Rhodesian Ridgeback that had no gag reflex, and would eat things you wouldn't believe. Once, it ate some sort of thick vine that was about 1/2" diameter and 3' long with big leaves all down its length. Another time, he ate a 2' X 3' throw rug that was in his kennel.

My Irish Grandma lived downstairs from us and was home all day long. She'd see this poor, half-retarded dog struggling to poop out something that nature did not intend for puppies to eat, and would go outside, grab whatever was coming out of his ass, and tug. :eek:

My Da would come home after work, and she'd go, "You'll never believe what that dog ate today! Go look in the garbage can!"

One the dog passed a year and a half, he outgrew his "pica" fixation.
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Yes it is amazing what a dog will eat. One of my fathers duck hunting labs wretched up a ball bearing once. It was all etched from the acids in its stomach.
 
the possum said:
up[/i] inside it, and I hit him. It's not the squirrel that makes the story- it's the image of seeing a bleeding tree. Blood running out of the bullet hole I had just made in the limb... That's something that I can still see in my mind.
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Actually I understand your experience and Im sure that it was surreal for you. Things like that make you pause for a bit and sometimes shake you mentally. I shot a duck once and walked over to it. The duck was folded up and dying but its head was still half held up. As I got within a few feet of the duck its head VERY, VERY slowly went down. As the head went down I was looking in its eye. The eye went from life to a change that was death. The vibrancy in the eye faded and went out as the duck and I stared at each other closely with locked eyes. The experience is hard to explain but did something to me deep inside. I damn near threw my shotgun in the lake right then. Actually that may have been when I sold off all my guns, if I remember correctly. This memmory still bothers me quite a bit. However, I have shot plenty of small game birds since then. Hmmm, forgot about this one, quite disturbing actually.
 
Fires of 98 in Florida and South Georgia...

- I saw what looked like a sunset near St. George, GA at mid-night.
- Had a crown fire go over my head while on a dirt road in Volusia County, FL
- Just north of Bunnell, FL three head fires came together. I was on an old brick road with my tractor crew - the fires formed thier own weather and it started to rain very lightly, there was lightning and it became so dark you couldn't read a newspaper, it was like 2:00 in the afternoon.

There are so many other memories, but the 98 fires were very different.
 
the possum said:
I have had the same thoughts a number of times since then; perhaps that's one of the reasons the experience stands out in my mind.
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Maybe.

Sorry for (mis)judging you. That last post sounded a lot more sensible and intelligent.

Thank you for taking the time.

David
 
The only thing that comes to mind happened when I was hiking alone in the Mokelumne Wilderness near Lake Tahoe. The trail was in a very remote area (miles of gravel road followed by miles of one-lane dirt road with brush scraping both sides of the car as I drove down the road to get to the trail).

Anyway, I was about four miles in, and I came across a large pile of fallen timber. When I walked by it, I was hit by an overpowering smell, like the concentrated stinky essence of a thousand very dirty, smelly dogs. It definitely made me think of a very smelly animal. At the same time, I had a distinct sense of something watching me. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel a presence.

Later, on the way back to my car, I passed the same spot. This time there was no smell, and no sense of anything there. But you can bet I was looking around at my surroundings very carefully.
 
One time, well out snorkeling in one of the great lake, cant remember off hand which one, my buddy and i ran into a school of ale wife. we chased them around when all of a sudden they would go belly up. after a few seconds they would back to normal and we would chase them again. finally we started to grab them, and they still acted dead. kinda of a lame defense mechanism, when other fish will eat dead fish. but in the end we would grab them and throw them up in to the sky and seagulls would swoop down and catch them.
 
weirdest thing thats ever happend to me was accidentaly leaving the tent poles behind when it was 40 degrees and raining and realizing it 5 miles later . the wilderness gods where obviously not well pleased with me when i started that little character building experience .
 
lambertiana said:
The only thing that comes to mind happened when I was hiking alone in the Mokelumne Wilderness near Lake Tahoe. The trail was in a very remote area (miles of gravel road followed by miles of one-lane dirt road with brush scraping both sides of the car as I drove down the road to get to the trail).

Anyway, I was about four miles in, and I came across a large pile of fallen timber. When I walked by it, I was hit by an overpowering smell, like the concentrated stinky essence of a thousand very dirty, smelly dogs. It definitely made me think of a very smelly animal. At the same time, I had a distinct sense of something watching me. I couldn't see anything, but I could feel a presence.

Later, on the way back to my car, I passed the same spot. This time there was no smell, and no sense of anything there. But you can bet I was looking around at my surroundings very carefully.
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BIGFOOT! Awesome...
 
Had a very large racoon and a havelina get into a fight in the middle of our campsite on a cloudy, starless and moonless night. Hope I never hear that kind of noise again in my life, just glad they didn't make it to the sleeping bag section since we weren't in a tent. Oh, yeah...the flashlight batteries had died also so it happened in total pitch black about 10 feet from us
 
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