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The thread on dangerous hunts is great.  It got me to thinking about strange things that have happened to me while hunting.  The first thing that comes to mind is this one:

I was perched in an enormous oak tree one October morning.  It was very foggy and was taking what seemed like forever to get daylight.  I usually take a paperback book with me when I hunt, so I decided to take it out and try to read.  When I got it out, there wasn't quite enough light to be able to read, so I started looking at the pictures in the middle of the book.

After about a minute, I glance up and a small buck appears like a dream out of the fog and is headed toward me.  I stand up and prepare to shoot.  He makes his way down a firebreak and will pass within 10 yards.  I draw my bow and lightly whistle to stop him.  The white feathers spin perfectly and I see it strike him on the money.  He makes a short run and I hear him fall.  

When I climb down from the tree, I walk over to where he was standing and find good blood and half of my arrow with the broadhead lying on the ground.  I make my way down the blood trail at a steady walk as the wide head has really opened him up.  About twenty yards into the trail, I find the other half of my arrow, the nock end, lying in the trail.  I pick it up and continue down the trail.  I find my buck after another twenty yards of trailing.  He is beautiful.  I inspect the entrance wound and then roll him over to look at the exit. THERE IS NO EXIT WOUND!!!   :eek:  

I took the buck home and skinned him out and there was absolutely no hole in him anywhere but where the arrow went in.  I have rolled this over and over in my mind for years and I just can't explain what happened.

Any of you guys ever have anything strange happen while hunting that you just can't explain?

Years back I shot a doe and watched it run off about 30 yards and reach around with her mouth and pull out the arrow , she walked out of sight but only went about another 20 yards and bedded down for good . I had shot her quartering to me as 35 years ago that was thought to be a good shot . Fred

Could he have pulled the arrow out with his teeth and dropped the nock end down the trail?

or the arrow broke when he spun to run and the front half got hung up somehow? Saw your reply on the goals thread. Any hogs down that way?   :)

I had a very strange thing happen in Valleyview Alberta on a Canoe/Hunting trip down the little Smokey river. Maybe i shouldn't tell this one quite yet. I haven't been here long enough to build credibility....Ok..I'll wait awhile.

Oh come on ogopogoman, we love bigfoot stories..  :bigsmyl:

John, I can't figure it out.  He didn't spin around when he ran, just continued on the way he was headed.  And he busted out of there on impact and didn't have time to pull it out with his teeth.  I thought it might be possible that he ripped it out with his hind leg by kicking at it, broke it after it came completely out, and then somehow managed to carry the nock end with him for the twenty yards running full tilt, but that seems far fetched.  The point end of the arrow was lying in the middle of the firebreak exactly where he was standing when hit.
Yeah, we've got hogs around here, but it looks like I'm going to be hunting public land for a while.  Just lost my hunting lease this year and don't know when I'll find another one.  The paper companies in Georgia have been selling land like it's going out of style.

Alright ogopogoman, it's been long enough, don't leave us hangin' like that.  That's just wrong.   :)

Yeah ogopogoman! please I want to hear it!!!

40 yrs, ago in Calif, I shot a big Jack Rabbit through the shoulders, and before I even started to walk towerd him, two more Jack's came in and started beating the hell out of him. Rabbits can scratch like a wild cat, and when I got to my Jack he was red and bloody on his head where they scratched him. I was to amused to think about shooting the other Jacks before they ran off. A Fish and Game officer told me weeks later, that sometimes animals turn on their own when wounded. Ever heard of something like that?  Biff

I believe bison will turn on a wounded/dead animal.

Alright, but don't say I didn't warn ya!
It's a tad bit long winded...should i still post it???

Heck Yeah!!!

Just don't pull a Charlie Lamb and drag it out for three days.   :biglaugh:

yes!!!!, post it

We're Waiting....!

gut shoot a coyote when others are with it and watch the fun

White tailed deer will gore and attack wounded deer especialy during during the rut.  
And come on with the sasquach story already!!!

okay...it was the weekend that the Elk hunt was goin to open up. So we had our deer tags and the elk were opening up on the Monday.
The river was REALLY low and it sucked because my Father in law packs the kitchen sink when he goes in the bush..lol..
There was my Pa-in-law, bro-in law, -sis-in law and myself.
The first night was spent very wet as we all tipped on the shoal at around 11:45 at night..lol.
The next day we head down river about 20 K and fish for Walleye and eat. Then take in a scout around for any sign.
We move on down another 10 K and look for Elk sign. it's around 4:30 pm so we look around. Holy Hannah the Elk sign was EVERYWHERE!!!!
So we make our plan to trek in the bush and meet back at shore for 7:00.
I go east straight in the bush on a fresh Elk trail, and watch so it's not circling and they're  not watching me!
 I follow for about 3 k maybe alittle less and i hear a CRASH and a foul smell. I'm used to rutting Elk and this wasn't it.
I stand dead still as to wait it out,  and see whats there...a deer? a satelite Bull Elk???
Then i notice a few small movements. i can barely make out 5 of them.
" Oh man i've spotted along the herd!!!" I thought
My eyes are peeled on the very first movement/Crash that allerted me. My heart is beating very fast and i can feel it thumping in my throat.
I'm feeling a bit uneasy and I know I'm being watched. i can see from where I'm being watched, but not exactly WHAT is watching me.
This goes on for around 15 minutes. I turn to look at my mperipheral and as soon as I do CRASH!!!!! The whole darn bush explodes.
I whip my head around and see a scattering of bodies..running... Now I'm freaked!! what the heck am i looking at???? I turn and run for about 50 yards and I stop. i can still here them crashing away from me.
What the heck just happened??? I stand still for a few minutes and wander back ever so slowly to where I just ran from. i go to around where i thought "they" were crouching and i found "beds" for a lack of a better term. Kinda like a dug out deer bed but deeper.anmd the stink was obscene!!!  There were 4 of them situated closely.
Now I'm completly freaked out and I know what I saw, but don't  KNOW what i saw ya know.???
I go back to camp and i say absolutly nothing. i see my bro-in law and he's looking rather disturbed at me.
We get our supper and pitch camp up and go to sleep on the river bank. a beautiful starry Sept night with NO cloud cover.
I'm having trouble sleeping..of course. And I'm half way there and I 'm joltedm upright by this horrific YOWL. not a yell..not a screem not a howl. This is something I've NEVER heard before. The cry is ringing in the air and everything in the night shuts up. No bugs no coyotes no nothing but this thing Yowling.
Now everyones awake and freaking out. Then the rocks and sticks start flying at our camp. Big rocks, not little 2 pounders..BIG ROCKS!
That's it the guns are comin out! but no-one is moving. these things are whooping up a storm. The sounds are a very long yowl.
and suddenly it stops.
After about an hour I gotta do what a guys gotta do. So I muster up the courage to step outta the tent and there were stones and large branches everyewhere around our camp on the river bank.
Now later the next day as we are packing up, my bro-in law tells me he had a very weird experience in the bush and thought that he was being watched by something and that he thought he saw something "strange" He couldn't quite figure it out but it smelled terrible and he found a "bed" of sorts that he'd never seen the likes of before.
Just like I had the same day at the same time. After talking to him more the day after with a bottle of Scotch,I found out he was only 65 yards to my North East, according to his GPS.
My father -in law to this day denies it happend. Although he has never been hunting in the bush since.
Not a fairy tale. Any question feel free to ask. i'm not shy. Now this is pretty condensed,so i've left out several point here for length.
I've only ever told 2 people before this...and have NEVER posted this EVER!!!! my gift to you.
Chris....Ogopogoman

I've often wondered what I would do if I happened upon something like that while making my way to or from my stand in the dark.    :scared:

Gives me chills man!

wow that would have scared the crap out of me. i am not a big fan of guns but i'd have to say they are definetly made for times like that.

what exactly do you think it was a bigfoot type thing. all i can say is wow idk what i would doo in a situation like that.

After an experience like that I think the obscene stench would have been coming from my pants, but I wish I'd have been there to see it.

Dennis

I'm in 100% agreement with Aeronut !!!

Last summer my son and I stepped out on our deck with no lights on only natural starlight and about 25-30yds away is two green reflecting eyes about 18-24" off the ground.Well in a flash it was gone without a sound. We went inside to get the .22 and a flashlight- we found no tracks or sign.A couple of days later I saw the same green eyes from my bedroom window peering up at me from down in the swamp.My guess is that it was an owl but the glowing green eyes when there is no light present is a freaky thing!

2 years ago I saw a cougar come out of a corn field, cross a 30 yard opening and go into the woods. In central Illinois.
It was only about 60 yards between us and I got a real good look. No doubt about it. It was a cougar.

Not as weird as a pack of bigfoots (bigfeet?), but nobody much believes me...

cedar, I believe I would have grabbed something bigger than that .22    :eek:  

Back in the mid 80's, there were a pair of panthers hanging around my Uncle's farm.  He got a quick glimpse of them a couple of times and saw sign of where they took down a deer in a field.

I just have to tell this now, i've been waiting for a good opertunity and this is it.

A friend of mine lived in Montana for over 12yrs and worked as a big game guide.He also did some law enforcement work before he came back home, about 4yrs i think.

I asked him one night here at the house about any wierd calls out there, he just looked at me for a min to decide if he should tell me. Now,i've known him for a long time, since we were kids, and we've hunted together on numerious occations, and if he tells me something you can usually bet its 99% a fact.

He looked around and back at me "yeah i had a wierd one afew years ago, I got a call out in the sticks about a prowler, when i got there the farmer said thier were some BIG tracks out behind the barn, now i thought he was talkin about somebody snoopin, so i walked out there with my flashlight and my 45. walked around the corner and your not goina believe this but i saw some monsterious tracks". So i asked him what he did." I went back to my car and got my M-16." I asked him how far they went and he said "They went farther than i planed to go"."Now i've guided for more than 10yrs and i NEVER saw anything like that before".

After i stopped rolling in the floor he told me he wished now that he hadn't told me.

"Hey man, my nearest back up was 1 hour away and i didn't care if i seen it or not".

He was dead serious! I believe he saw what he saw.And yes he said "MAN DID IT STINK IN THOSE WOODS". He has never mentioned that again.

I'm glad you told us that, ogo. Thanks man that took some curage...  :scared:    :thumbsup:

HA! I knew it was a bigfoot story!! I love creepy woods stories...  :campfire:

I didn't figure ogo would be the only one with a story like that.  As much time as we all spend in the woods, I wouldn't be surprised if there are several TG members who have had a similar experience.  Just have to get 'em to open up.

Lets not. I get twitchy just reading about this stuff.  And you can't tell me to not read it. I HAVE to read a good bigfoot story.

A guy my size shouldn't be afraid of the dark.

QuoteOriginally posted by The Vanilla Gorilla:

A guy my size shouldn't be afraid of the dark.

:biglaugh:

At least I don't have to walk to my stand in the morning.  Season is still 4 weeks away.  Maybe this thread will be gone by then.

After long and deliberate consideration I believe I have solved the identity of these "creatures".

I thought to my self;whats hairy,travels in herds,sleeps in beds made of grass,and yes has a strong and "funny" stench to it.

Yes,I do believe that you discovered a herd of free-range..................HIPPIES!!!


The attack on your camp was simply a protest of your hunting them being animal activist and all.Coupled with the bright and shiny lights coming from your camp this brought on the weird noises.There you have it I can breathe a sigh of relief and go to sleep now knowing I have qualmed your fears.


I'm sorry I'm extremely tired and take no responsibility for this post(DISCLAIMER).

In all seriousness great read Opogooman.   :clapper:  

Night all,
Ethan

:clapper:    :clapper:

greyfox thats awsome!!!

I love creepy woods stories too...until I'm sitting in my stand in the pre-morning darkness and every little noise brings those creepy woods stories flowing back into my head. Then I can't wait for daylight.

I set up on the ground once waiting for it to get dark. As I set up I heard a Barred owl hooting nearby, didn't think much of it just that it was cool to listen too.

I sat down against a tree, perfectly still waiting for dawn to arrive. I was dressed in full camo with a headnet. I was scanning my eyes back and forth for about 5 or 10 minutes listening to the forest noises when all of a sudden I catch movement right in front of my face. I throw my hand up and realize that owl had swooped down on me and turned away at the last second!

I can only imagine he was watching my eyes go back and forth and must have mistaken them for a little critter or something.

I don't know who was more alarmed, me or him. And I can only imagine the damage if he had caught me in the eyes and trying to explain that to the doctor.

Now back to creepy woods stories...

Landshark160/Chris;

Where did you hit the deer, which direction was it facing relative to you (facing away, quartering away, etc) and at what angle did the arrow hit (from above, horizontal, etc)? I ask because it **might** be possible the broadhead half of that arrow exited through the deer's mouth...or even the hinder end.

ogo...sounds like bigfoot to me. I don't have a clue if it exist or not but I've heard an awful lot of convincing evidence towards it. Heck they didn't know gorillas exsisted until 1908. Either way I think it would be really cool if they found one some day.

I'm suprised we haven't heard more stories like that yet either. A lot of guys here spend a lot of time in the woods

ogo,
   i would love to have been there!!! and people wonder why i carry a big bowie and longknife!!!

I saw the mythical black panther once about 35 yeas ago. It was sitting in the middle of a logging road on Skyline Mgt Area in N/E Alabama. Drove my jeep to within about 30ft of it, watched it for a minute or so until it drifted into the bushes. It appeared black until it eased through patchy sunlight at which point I could see it was a very dark auburn color. It was about 6 feet long, tail and all.

They were definatly bigfoots. These things that took off in the bush were pure MASS. and i could see the one i was looking at, looking at me crouched behind heavy bush, but i just couldn't believe what was going on.My sight was hindered by the bush. Until I turned my head, and they all took off...running. i've seen bears stand up but not take off. Most were very big..I mean BIG,except one was around my height, but  150 pounds or so on me. I'm 235 pounds.
But i love the Hippie theory..LMAO!!!!!

Hey Eric,
When I was living outside Springfield Mo. they ran a news story on black panther sightings. Seems some residents outside Branson had been reporting seeing a black panther on and off for a few months. Of course nobody wanted to believe them....until some one got film of not one but two black panthers walking along a tree line behind the chain link fence behind their yard.

I saw the home footage on the evening news. I was convinced, one was a larger cat and then one was smaller but still the same size as a mountain lion. One of the local entertainers who uses big cats in his show, Kirby Van Birch (if I remember correctly) came out to look for tracks and to possibly look for sites to trap the cats. They were never seen again, or at least the reports stopped. They believe that one was a mature adult and perhaps the smaller one was a juvenile & they were just passing thru.

Artur,
He was heading to my left, but he was broadside or maybe quartering away very slightly.

In my part of Louisiana, Desoto Parish, MANY people claim to have seen big cats.  Most every member of my family including my father and grandmother whom I trust have a cat story to tell.  They are refered to as panthers and almost everyone says that they are black.  I am a have to see it to believe it kinda guy.  The part that bothers me is the black coloring.  Also there are alot of cows and goats arround here and nobody ever loses any.

I once got invited to hunt with a bunch of guys that I thought hunted with RER bows. When we got to camp I found out it was ReAr bows and I got a sinking feeling in my shorts. Butt, I hunted with them 2 more times before I caught on  :campfire:

When i was 11yrs old i was squirrel hunting in the mountains here in  my home state. I had a stevens 12gauge single shot with #4 shot.
I was makin my way across a little knowl with about 4 grays in my vest, looking for a trophy fox squirrel. I stopped and sat real still for a few min's and heard a bunch of rocks flipping over in the stream down below me..
The hair on the back of my neck was standing up!!
Now, by the time i was 11 i was a champian crawdad catcher, and something was down there looking for something to eat!!
I heard huffing and puffing and all kinds of strange things i'd never heard in the woods before..
I did the two step right back the way i came double timing it!! I went back the next day and observed the terrian, and found old logs, stumps, and rocks out of order. It was my first encounter with a black bear.
I always told all my friends that if i had a gun i would never be scarred out in the woods!

I was wrong! Too many wolfman movies on the late show..Ha Ha Ha   :scared:

Landshark-  Could be that your arrow broke on impact or just after impact for some reason and the front half did a 180 out the same hole while the rear continued straight in.

A friend of mine shot a doe, quartering away, with a crossbow.  Can't explain how or why but the bolt somehow turned 90 degrees on entry and came out the same side hind quarter.

with everyone putting out trail cameras everywhere, we're getting pic's of animals no one knew were around. how many times, walking in to a stand, have you thought you heard something following you? i'm sure all of us eventually do. sometimes we're even right. gotta control the imagination. most animals want no part of us. others just the meaty parts. lol

I went out to my stand one drizzly morning well before daylight never using the flashlight. Crawled up in the stand hung up my bow and got all situated. Too wet to sit so just leaned back against the tree trunk., kept hearing something up above me but never thought much of it untill it started to get a little closer. Started going through my pockets for the light when I felt something grab onto my shoulder, still trying to find the light I could feel it grabbing by my waist, found the light and dropped it, landed on the stand deck when I finally found it I started shing it around, heard something below me on the tree trunk shined the light that way to see a big old possum hitting the ground and taking off. I dont know who was scared the worst!!

Ok Ogo ready for this,another big foot story.We were on a boo trip with Safari Nordik at a camp on lake Natuak(way up)when after a couple of days our guide said would you guys want to see something interesting,of course we said why not.Off we went up river in a boat for about 3 miles,he said get out and go up the bank and tell me what you see.What we saw surprise us,foot prints at least 4 times that of a mans with a stride of 8to 10 feet.They were compressed into the tundra about 3 inches and went on for miles along the river.The guide and two native North Americans said they never saw anything like it,they previously followed them for 3 miles and discovered tops of small trees broken off and ripped apart.They decided to abandon their quest not wanting to meet up with whatever did it.We continued to hunt,but with the thought of carrying my 300mag instead of the longbow.This is the Gods honest truth!

,Wonderful thread,I got a tale,but I have to go lock the door's first.

We had our farm logged 3yrs ago and the poke berries and black berries have taken over in a lot of the open spots. I saw more bear sign last year in one place than i've ever seen in my life..
I loaded up my stuff and made the trip over there erly one morning about 1.5 hours before daylight. I loaded my stuff on my 4 wheeler and drove up to the spring hollow. I went through the electric fence and parked the wheeler next to a few logs beside the trail and turned it off.
I sat there for a few minutes listening to a few of the sounds of the darkness.And i started getting the feeling that something was watching me. I shrugged it off and started getting ready for a 1/4 mile hike to my stand. I dug in my pack for my good light and couldn't find it so i got my backup out. It doesn' throw a spot that far but all i had to do was walk to the stand.
I turned around and looked up the grassy road i was goina walk up and saw two blue eyes stareing at me from about 20yds! Now i've seen alot of eyes in the dark from coonhuntin looking for cows and varmits..but i don't think i've ever seen those blue-green eyes lookun back at me like those were!!
WE stared at each other four 4 minutes which seemed alot longer, and i could just make out his form. He was just standing there looking at me! I eased back over onto my bike and he turned and started walking up the mountain and looked back at me 3 more times.. He was moveing very slow and i was wanting to move very fast the other way!
I can't run anymore do to some injuries i've recieved but i sure can ride!!!
I left and went back after daylight to another stand site on the other side of the farm..
I found out later that night that somebody on the farm beside us stuck black bear and couldn't find it.( the day before.)
Thats not strange but it sure creeped me out!!!
 :scared:

Ok guys i gotta tell tell my story now. This incident took place in the Blue mountains in Oregon.

My hunting party dropped me off on a mountain road running a ridge so I could hunt my way back to our camp about a mile away. Somehow I got turned around that evening I had hiked 2  or 3 miles past our campsite before i realized what i had done, and tried to back track before the fading light winked out,leaving me in the dark  to try to find my way back. after stumbling up this dried creek bed in eastern Oregon for what seemed like hours, I spotted a truck driving down a road far up the canyon, so I headed that way. After finding the road in the dark, i picked a direction and started walking.  The days were almost 80 degrees & hot, but it was very cold at night. i was only wearing a thin tee shirt,no pack, nothing.... and it was getting down to 10 degrees above at night....

Here I was at mid night walking down an old gravel road & hoping I was going the right direction. I didn't know this area very well. I didn't have any matches with me & my lighter ran out of fluid using it for a light. It was pitch black that night too, I would have given anything for some moon light & a book of matches. My only hope was to keep moving so I wouldn't freeze.
While I was walking down the road with only the sound of my breathing and the steady crunch of gravel with my stride, I i kept hearing something in the brush from time to time above me on the hill side. I always considered myself a brave man, but I'll tell you right now I was pretty spooked that night. I kept telling myself, "There is nothing out here but deer, elk, coyotes & sage hens. The few bears that are around here are afraid of man.........Nothing to get spooked about...." Then I thought about mountain lions......As the thought came into my mind, I heard the faint snap of another twig above me again. I picked up my pace to almost a trot for another half mile. The bank of the hill side was very steep along the road on both sides. It was like the road was carved in the face of a cliff. After awhile my energy ran out & I slowed down to a walk again, then finally stopped to catch my breath. As I stood there listening, I heard some loose rocks rolling down the hill above me. There was almost no brush at all now above me. it was almost a shear cliff. Too dad burn steep for a deer to be up there I was thinking. This thing had been following me for at least a mile or so now. My heat was pounding in my chest as I sensed movement again on the rocks above me. It was much closer now, & I'd had enough. I reached down quickly and grabbed up a fist sized rock & pitched it as hard as i could towards the approaching sound, then backed slowly to the far side of the road & waited. My hands were shaking with fear as the cold metallic feeling of my sweat filled tee shirt began to freeze solid against my skin. There was a clump of sage brush about 20 yards up the cliff I was watching. My eyes had grown accustomed to the dark somewhat by now. When I  saw that brush begin to move & the sound of gravel crunching again at the same time, I threw the next rock as hard as i could. After being in the dark for so long alone without a sound, the sound of this ungodly scream was overwhelming....my knees started to buckle uncontrollably, and i reached out to the cliff to brace myself for whatever was to come next...... Then everything was dead silent again....... I heard rocks sliding again a moment later way up the hill side. What ever that was in the sage brush was heading up the cliff at a pretty good rate. About 5 minutes later as I started walking again, the scream of the big cat split the night like a lightning bolt. My heart jumped up in my throat, & my stomach went cold. If there was any time in my life I can say I really tasted fear in it's truest form, it was that moment alone on that road. I'll never forget that sound. It was more of a scream than a roar. That big cat was pissed off!
I double timed it up that road for another 45 minute before I saw the campfire ahead of me. the sound of human voices never sounded so good as I stumbled into these peoples camp half froze to death. As I warmed myself my the fire & got something to eat, I told the story of the cat stalking me. They all laughed at me, & said a cougar wouldn't stalk a full grown man.
An hour or so later one of the guys in my hunting party drove up in his truck. I didn't see my sleeping bag till almost 3 am that morning.

The next day I told my hunting buddies about the big cat, & they didn't believe me either. They said they'd never seen a cougar in this area before. Well that pissed me off. So I told them I'd show them the tracks if they didn't believe me. About 3 pm that day we drove back down the same road I walked out on & found the spot in the road. Climbing up the steep bank to the sage brush I had thrown the rock at was tough going, but we made it. Sure enough, the tracks were there. These cat tracks were 3 1/2 inches across.

 The only thing I can logically surmise from this rare occurrence is that the cat smelled my fear, & must have been real hungry to stalk me that far.

 
I had walked for almost 5 hours in 10 degree weather in a tee shirt till I came on that camp.
i have never hunted again without my pack....

Nuff Said..........Kirk

i live on the nisqually river in olympia washington. the surrounding area is very rural with fort lewis on one side and indian reservation on the other. im 15 and have lived hear my whole life. as a lot of you have, we were always hering stories about how the neighbor saw a cougar or a bear etc. now my dad and i spend more tme up the river and in the woods around our house than anbody we live by and have never even seen a track from a bear or a cougar. welll today we took some friends fishing about 3/4 of a mile upriver from our house and low and behold not 1 not 2 not 3 but 4 bears crossed the river below us. now that was cool. we didnt catch anything but it made my day to finally see something that most people dont have a chance to see. the "pack" of bears was a sow and 3 cubs

Several years ago there were several reports to the sheriffs office from people saying that they had seen a full grown african lion.  Hearing so many different people report the sightings deputies (who were very nervous) were sent to check them out.

It was found that some people had given their St. Bernard dog a lion haircut and he had gotten out of their yard and went on a run.  Luckily nobody had shot the dog.

Dennis

This has been some great reading!   :bigsmyl:

I think I have a good idea of what you encountered out in the bush. Seems you ran into my ex wife,her mother and sister in law and her kids. They took a nice little vacation with half my life savings after my divorce settlement.........LOL I couildn't resist.

I don't have a Bigfoot story but what I witnessed one night in the woods is something I'll never forget.
    It was the summer of 1987.  I had just graduated High School and the days until I left for college were quickly passing by.  My best friend and hunting partner Todd wasn't going to college and this would be the first time we had been apart since the 2nd grade.  We spent the weeks working and trying to stay out of trouble.  The weekends were busy fishing and camping mostly with our girlfriends.  I was dating Todd's younger cousin and Todd was seeing her best friend.  Couple of really great girls that had been raised right.  They fished and hunted with the best of them.  They would even clean their own fish too.  We were pretty lucky.
    Todd and I were as close as any 2 people could be.  We were like brothers.  We usually camped on one of the rivers close to home but for this weekend we decided to camp at one of our best hunting spots.  It was a huge farm owned by a friend of both our dads.  They were all Masons or something and we had been blessed to hunt this property for about 5 years.  Lots of tillable fields  with a big woods that turned into a swamp as it got closer to the 2 lakes located at the back of the property.  We had taken many deer, waterfowl, rabbits, and turtles from this place.
    We loaded my Dodge Ramcharger and headed out on Saturday morning.  The campsite was great.  Stone firering  and an old grate out of a fridge was out stovetop.    We pitched tents and set up camp.  Then we set to catch our supper.  We used 2 of the canoes that our friend left back at the lake all summer.  There is just something about catching your supper and spending good times with people that you really want to be with.  This was going to be a great weekend.
    As the sun was setting and the moon was starting to rise we got into a discussion about the effects of Lunar activity. I noted how late the geese were coming in to the lake.  Todd and I were both pretty succesful  bowhunters but knew little compared to what we know now with 20 more years in the field.  We didn't understand the moon and the origins of the word "Lunatic"  We didn't know how it somehow had an affect on creatures.....both 4 and 2 legged creatures.  After this night we would understand it a lot better.
Gotta go to a thing.  Finish when I get back

Heya

When I was 12, I was out duck hunting with my father a his friends and I was carrying a 12 G with #6 loads. My job had been to circle the end of a large lake just north of the Rouge river near Hawksbury in Western Quebec.

I was alone and slowly working my way across a beaver damn so I could set up under cover and wait for my dad and Mr. Pole to work thier way to thier starting points.  

It was a wet and dark early morning, perfect for ducks and I had been sitting there for maybe 15 min when all the sound in the area stopped. No birds or wind or anything, kinda eery I thought and slowly looked around to make sure I was alone.

Standing behind and above me on the hill not 15 feet was a Pack of what I was certain were wolves. Now I was 12 and had never seem them before but I was certain they were wolves.

They looked flushed and twitchy and the biggest ones had red smears on thier muzzles like they had just ate. They looked at me I looked at them before the closest one kinda nodded to me and they all turned and trotted off.

I later showed my dad the tracks cause he was dubious and we reported this to the local game warden who claimed no wolves were in the area but this did not look like a pack of wild dogs.

I always felt like they knew I was hunting and approved of me, I wonder what they might have done had they not approved?

Maybe the only thing more scary than experiencing
something such as these stories, is trying to get up the nerve to share the story.

Good, bad, or otherwise, some experiences just change you.

Spooking a group of sasquatch, or being stalked by a cougar is something that will set you apart
from just about everyone else in the world.

Thanks for sharing.

Now, this is why I always always carry at least a pistol with me when I go in the woods.  I have a S&W 5 shot .357 Mag that fits in my front pants pocket.  I carry at least six extra bullets. You just never know what is around the corner!

i'm worried that "something" came back and got jake.

7 hours and 15 minutes and still no sign of him!  

he's done been got! i'll grab my flashlight start lookin' . "jjjjjjaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkeeeeee! " no awnser. this is bad.

I've had two things scare the crap out me in the woods. One time my brother and I were calling coyotes in the dark on the side of a steep hill that over looked a meadow. There were patches of snow around still, all the sudden I get this feeling something is watching us and is right behind us then we both hear the crunch of some snow. I have the gun(6mm Rem)and my brother has a hand held spot light. We whisper the game plan for him to turn around real fast with the light and I'd do the same with the gun. I just thought it was a yote. 1...2...3.. We both spin around and it was a cougar crouched down and ready to pounce at about 5 yards or so. I purposely pointed the gun right in front of him from the hip and shot, he went the opposite way and I went head over heels down the mountain trying to run the other way.
We never went night calling again.


An other time 6 of us are out camping and drinking and we all have guns(no not drinking and shooting)
We were all teens and were out rabbit hunting. So we all have shotguns or 22's. At night we sit around BS and drink ourselves to sleep. So anyways the fire had about died out and only 3 of us were up still and we start talking about UFO's and what we do if we saw one. Well you guessed it we see these 3 strange lights way off in the distance moving up and down and back and forth. Really weird, we tried to wake up the others but they were too drunk and wouldn't get up. This goes on for probably an half hr then all the sudden they come right at us fast, they were so far out they almost looked like stars then in about 2 seconds they were right in our camp at about 9:00 O'clock. They were so close it lit the camp almost like daylight. They hung there for about a minute maybe(which seemed like a lifetime)and then they left just as fast has they came. I mean these things moved from right in front of our face it seemed like to out of sight in about 1-2 seconds. We were so freaking scared we couldn't move and grab the guns which were just 10' away. Of course our buddy's in the morning didn't believe a word of it. I didn't sleep a wink that night and was pretty freaked out about camping outside after that for a long time.
There is no doubt in my mind that there are UFO's.  
We don't have anything that moves that fast.

I've had black bears come into camp while out backpacking twice. Snooping around camp, moaning, sniffing the tent...no gun. That's tons of fun and will get the ole heart pumping.

I heard that sound when I was backpacking in the Tetons.  We had pitched tent for the night and then "it" went off.  Was the most grotesque and gutteral sound I've ever heard.  It sounded like rage for lack of a better word.  This happened about 1 am in the morning.  We were out there for 10 days - only heard it once but we were covering ten miles a day.  This occurred about 8 years ago and to this day I have no idea what the hell that was.

^^^^
The Indians where I lived all had stories how a mountain lion screams to fool man into coming to rescue the woman and then attacks and eats you. They sound like a woman screaming from a distance. I heard them a lot where I lived. Saw them very rarely.

Man, this is great reading! Thanks guys!  :thumbsup:      :campfire:

I don't have a big foot story but I got the devil scared out of me one afternoon.  I went to the stand early afternoon to see if some turkey would come by before the deer got busy.  I didn't check the weather so I didn't catch a small strom coming my way.  It didn't look very heavy so I decided to ride the rain out.  AS the front edge of the strom came in we had an electric display of lighting.  I saw it hit the oppisite ridge of the valley I was hunting.  I was getting kind of uneasy when a tree was hit by lighting about 100 yds away from me I was looking right at it.  the tree literally explode like a bomb.  piece of wood and bark were landing just a little ways in front of me.  there was this surge of steam or smoke that came from the tree just as it exploded.  It could have been a my imagination but just before the strike I tought I could feel the hair on my arms standing up.  right after the strike I thought I felt a wave of hot air hit my face.  

It made a believer out of me.  If lighting is coming.....I'm going espcailly if I'm on the ridge of a canyon.

rusty

I've got more if ya wanta listen??  :campfire:    :coffee:

Rusty,

Did you make any bows outa the shards???

Daryl

Bring it on Larry, don't make us beg!   :campfire:

Thanks for the search and rescue.  Almost didn't make it.

     As camping trips go this one was pretty normal.  Fire , marshmallows, you know just normal stuff.  To this day I don't know why we decided to leave that night.  I think the girls wanted cigs or something from town.  It wasn't too late so we all loaded up and headed for town.  We had been drinking a lil so we decided to take the back roads.  I still do not understand this way of thinking but when you are young you do lots of stupid things.  Kinda wonder sometimes how I made it through the stupider times in my life.  We tookour time and hit some remote parts of the country roads.  These roads were all dirt and we were driving slow to keep the dust down.
     There was one road that was famous for the local kids in town.  Ironically we called it "Sasquatch" road.  I don't know who came up with this name but it was we all knew it by.  As kids we loved it because it had a huge hill about half way and you could stop and park your car and turn the lights out and see for 2 miles.  You could see anyone coming from either direction.  This is where we ended up on the way back from town.  Parked.  Lights out. In the Dark.

    Standing outside the truck Todd spotted the glow first.  In the distance was the definate glow of a bonfire.  It was coming from a lake that we knew as Axel lake.  There were no houses on the lake so it got the best of our curiosity.  We just figured that someone was having a party and had forgotten to invite us.  We had hunted around the lake a couple of times but really had no idea who would be out there.  
     We headed for the lane leading back to the lake.  All we were expecting to find was a bunch of our friends partying.  Man were we wrong.  We got back to where everyone was parked and got out and filled our pockets with beer and headed toward the fire.
     It was eeerie and too quiet as we approached.  The fire was big and there was lots of activity around it.  The girls noticed it first and one of them screamed.  Just to the side of the fire there was a goat or a dog or some similar animal hanging from it's back legs...no head...blood everywhere.  Upside down crosses stuck in the ground.  Candles  burning all over the place.  The scream brought us instant attention.  Something we didn't want or need.  These people were all wearing black and/or red robes.  It was complete chaos.  Yelling and running in all directions.  I had my girl by the hand and we started running for the truck.  I lost Todd.  I was yelling his name as I ran down the 2 track.  Someone was right behind me and I could only hope that it was Todd.  
      I was on the ground and whoever was behind me ran right past and was going for my girlfriend.  People were running all around, car doors slamming people screaming and yelling.  It was the most scared I have ever been.  They knocked my girl down and actually bit her on the shoulder.  I picked her up and she was sobbing.  We didn't even know she got bit til later.  I put her on my shoulder and ran back to where I parked the truck.  My truck was gone.  Confused... I just started running she was still bawling and screaming  and I got into some tall weeds and layed her down and tried to quiet her.  I could hear cars leaving and also people walking around talking.  I couldn't make out what they were saying but it was just unnerving.  
     The old Ramcharger had a very distinct sound when it was running.  I would have recognized it anywhere.  It was coming down the lane.  I grabbed Amy by the hand and we headed for the sound of my truck.  It was Todd and he had came back for us.  I coulda killed him and hugged him at the same time.  Instead I just put her in the truck and told him to haul a$$.

 It's the most frightening event in all my years in the woods.  We all went back to my parents house and crashed on the couches.  It was time to rest.  We were all spent.  The next day Todd and I went back our campsite and cleaned up.  The girls wouldn't leave the house.  Not much was said about why he left us and it was a couple of years before we ever talked about it.  I 'm just glad he came back for us.  We only told a couple of people and of course they all laughed and told us we were nuts. No Bigfoot story here.  Just a spooky night in the wrong place for 4 young and stupid kids 20 years ago.

Dang Jake, still no idea of what kind of ritual y'all stumbled into?

Nope and I don't really care.  Just glad We made it out.  Never been back there either.  My house is only about 4 miles from there but I have no intentions of ever going out there.

Back in the late 60's they closed down the rifle season in the county i grew up in. The deer were few and far between then and have gotten a lot bigger and more populated now.Alot of the old strip mines and some of the punch mines that were open in the 60's and the 70's closed down. They being the mineing co.'s blocked the roads and alot of the trails off. If you didn't have a 4-wheel drive and know how to access some of the hidden trails you walked.
A friend of mine that helped me get started into bowhunting used to and still does hunt back in there.Anyway back in the mid 80's him and a buddy of his drove an old lifted up blazer in there and knocked the widshield out a few times and used to run through the mud holes to make them deeper so it would be hard for people to follow. Anyway they built a little cabin back there on an old strip a few feet from a highwall surronded by white pines that had been there for only 15-20yrs.
While they were huntin in there one week, an old coon dog showed up and stayed about 3 days. They tied it up to keep it from runnin off. When they went out for supplies they took that old bluetick hound out and left it at the store so the owner would come and pick it up.
They got back to camp and hunted a few days and never thought anything about old dog.
My buddy who's comical anyway told me he got up early early one morning to go do his buisness back out in them dark pine trees. He said, "I walked out there about 100yds and you could've heard mouse runnin at 50yds it was so eerie and quiet." He said something didn't feel right " It was just to quiet man but i had to and i dropped my pants and bent down and all of the sudden i felt somethin ice cold and wet in the crack of my a$$, and i screamed like a mashed cat son! and dove about the length of my body onto my belly into the dirt screamin the whole way"."I jumped up and ran tryin to hold my pants up and fight what ever that was while i was makin about 90 through the dark twords the cabin and screamin the whole way"." At the same that old bluetick was a makin 90 the other way and a yipin every breath!"  :campfire:    :biglaugh:

It's probably safe to say they weren't singing "Jesus loves me" as they sawed the head off of the animal hanging in the tree.    :eek:  

This would make a good permanent thread of it's own.  I've had fun reading it, in my dark living room, with the grandfather clock ticking behind me.  Darn, now I have to try and go to sleep.

That was creepy Jake!

I've got a spookie one too!! ???
A UFO ???
And a " I here banjo music one too."
A woman's scream! ???
Panther in the grave yard! ???
What's that comeing up my tree in the DARK!???  :scared:    :campfire:    :coffee:

This one time at band camp....

http://www.tedthecaver.com/ted/index.htm

I've got a story that stood the hair up on the back of my neck several times.....August 1983 a friend of mine in the construction trades offered me a 6 week job in Alaska to frame a house with him out in the bush. I had to be in Anchorage in two weeks to get the job. My girl friend/roommate at the time, said she was game to go along for the ride. I gutted the old work van i was using at the time and built a little mini camper inside with a counter for our cook stove and a bed i could store my tools underneath. We stuck two nice captains chairs in the front, loaded up the Springer spaniel named Boozette, and off we went. A 69 Ford 1/2 ton van, with a 3 on the tree and a 302 in it....It was a runner!
We dubbed it out "Al-Can Buster"


Well back in those days the Al-Can highway was considerably rougher than it is today. We ran north until we got to White Horse in the Yukon territory on pavement pretty much. After that the roads were still paved for a while but it was some rough going....Pretty soon the pavement gave way to gravel completely as we headed further west. the whole area became seriously remote. We would drive for hours without seeing another car and when we did they were flying by you doing 70 mph and spray you with gravel. We lost 3 head lights, and the windshield was trashed by the time we arrived in Anchorage. We took 5 days to make that trip so we could savor the wilderness during the daylight hours. everyday the sun started setting we'd find a place to get off the road always and set up a little camp. As we got deep into the northern territories we saw more and more wild life, and less and less people. One night we had cooked up some bacon and eggs for dinner.....Cooking bacon in the wilderness which just happens to be filled with very large grizzly bears is not a good thing to do. Now i wasn't totally ignorant in those days, but looking back now makes me realize just what we had done. I poured the bacon grease on the fire and we wiped out the pan and stuck it back in the van. After cleaning up good and leaving no traces of food around, we sacked up the garbage & put that in back with the tools. Kathy called the dog and we crawled inside ourselves to bed down.....

Long about mid night....Kat and i were awoken by the growl of the dog.....This dog never growled either. I'm scratching my head and trying to get the dog to mellow out at the same time when we felt the van rock back and forth the first time. The dog went absolutely nuts then and was up in the front in an instant barking up a storm. Kathy say to me ..."Kirk....That sounds like a bear out there." I came back with something like  "Really? ....ya think?" If i was so shook up myself at the time i would of laughed at that remark, but when i heard the sound of the claws scratching the top of the van, my blood ran cold. This van is 7 feet tall guys.....That's a BIG bear out there....All i had with me was a single shot 12 gage loaded with double aught buck shot.....When i grabbed up the shot gun, Kat grabbed me and said, "You aren't going out there are you?" I said "Hell no! I'm not going out there!!! But if he breaks that side window i'm going to force feed him some buck shot!" We are both freaked out completely now... he's trying like the devil to get inside the van rocking it back and forth and scratching at the doors and windows. I figured he was after our frying pan or the garbage. After about 5 minutes of this crap...(Which seemed much longer...) I'd had enough.... eased forward and reached for the window knob and Kat grabs me a pleads with me not to go out there again.....I had no intention of stepping outside with a bear....i cracked the front window on the opposite side where that bear was at the time about an inch, stuck the barrel out the window, and touched it off.....I never moved so fast in my life! i had that window shut and another round in the chamber so fast it was a blur.....then Kathy and i just sat there shaking and waiting for our ears to quit ringing.....Did i mention praying? There was a bunch of that going on too i'm sure.....after ten minutes, there was still no movement or sounds at all. the spring spaniel was at the bottom of our sleeping bags shaking like a leave now....No fear of a huge bear at all, but a gun goes off and she was a basket case....Yep! You guessed it...It was Kathy's dog at the time, and definately not a hunter......

The next morning, well after daylight, we carefully checked out the area from all windows before getting out of the van again. Kathy had a nature call, and i wanted to assess damages and look at the tracks this thing made....there were a few scratches on the van that didn't worry me none. But the size of those tracks put the fear of God into me!....I'd never seen a bear track that big in my life, and i had a few years of hunting under my belt back then too...the pads were  7 inches across & the claws themselves were a good 2 inches long or more. I kid you not.... it was crazy! Needless to say we got moving pretty fast that morning.....We passed on the idea of cooking breakfast for some reason......

We had several more bear encounters in the Year we stayed in Alaska, but none as scary as that first one in the wilds of the mountains in the Yukon....I could write a book on our adventures up there......OH......By the way....The job I was going up after fell through.....But it was too beautiful to leave....i found another.....My girl friend / room mate at the time and i were married in a little log cabin church in Anchorage a year later.....We took our 2 week honey moon trip back down the Al-Can highway again heading for the "Lower 48". This time, with a canoe on top.....We caught our dinner every night and canoed trough some wilderness lakes and streams you just couldn't believe unless you've seen them with your own two eyes.....That was definitely the last frontier up there, and I believe it still is....

We celebrate our 23rd anniversary this next weekend......

Kirk

I have a black panter story. When I was 4 I walked outside of my house around late dusk and walked right up to one. Maybe 10yrds or so. It was just using a huge dogwood as a scratching post. The claw marks stayed for like 6 years. WHen I saw it I screamed for dear life, and I guess that scarred it off. It was atleasy 7 feet standing on two legs, maybe 4 on all fours.

A few months earlier, pine beatles came into my area and took out off of the pines, so they were cut. In one particularly large brush pile, a huge moma cougar made a den, and my mom was genius enough to crawl in and get like 6 feet from it. They haven't passed through since '95 or so. Listen for the scream

haven't got a story of my own, but here's one from one of my aunts in Wisconsin...

It was the end of the day, just after nightfall, after a family reunion. She was expecting my uncle to get back from wherever he was for the past couple of hours (he was late, as usual). She hears what she thinks are his boot-steps on the deck outside the door...opens the door...and finds herself less than ten feet from a bear! Needless to say, she steps back in to the house, the bear jumps for the tree at the end of the deck -- and my aunt nearly falls over from heart failure when she realizes exactly what could have happened. This was only about a week ago.

Wait, I was wrong; I do have one: I was walking out back of the house (40 acres of wood/marshland, used to be a gavel pit) one night -- I was young and stupid, a common failing -- and heard something moving through the brush off to the side, maybe 15-20 feet away. I thought it was the dog, since it liked to run around the property... I went back during daylight hours and found a nice, fresh, DEEP set of bear tracks right where I thought I had heard the dog; the ground gets soft there, but never mucky..... Heck, we've even had bears come right up and take a nap on the front deck.

Jim, that was just plan WRONG!
I've been reading that peace of work for two hours!
I'll have to admit that that was a good one!
I sat down here in my basement and went through a half a bag of Levi Garrett," band camp uhh!"
I knew where that was going but i just had to read more....That was a good one!!!!

 :thumbsup:

Here is the strangest thing that has happened to me.

I was bow hunting on Thomas mgt area in Bama one afternoon and drove home through a remote part of the county on my way home. I passed through a valley where the road(the Sally Burns Road) bisected the Waldrep farm, pasture on the left, long hay field on the right. The hay field was about 500 yds long, creek and hollow on one side and steep hills on the end and right side of the field.

When I got to the a point I could see to the end of the field I could see a glowing orb, about the size of a pickup at the end of the field.

My friend Ralph often hunted the woods adjoining the hay field so I assumed I was seeing his trucks headlights so I stopped to see if it was him and if he had had any luck.

First thing I noticed when I excited my truck was there was no sound from the object, had Ralph's truck been running I could have heard it. The object that had been stationary, floated silently across the 100 yds or so to the hollow and creek bottom side of the field and left so quickly, directly away from me, that in one second it went from looking like a full moon sized object to a twinkling star, miles away in the distance.

I stood there with my mouth open and thought" dang, I have just seen a genuine UFO".

I have related this story to very few because of it's improbable nature.

Jim,
Great read. I work second shift and after getting home from work last night I was up til 430am  reading away.

I was afraid to click on each link cause I was sure that at any moment one of those goofy pictures and a loud scream would suddenly flash on the screen like some of those gag emails (like the ghost car ad if anyones seen that one)and scare the snot out of me.

I did turn on every light in the house on the way up to bed. I gotta read these only in daylight I think.

I read the whole way through to where they were going back into the cave for the last time and the link wouldnt work  :(   :(   :(

QuoteI read the whole way through to where they were going back into the cave for the last time and the link wouldnt work

Yeah that sucked! and it was put up in 2001, I guess he is stuck in the cave still.

Does anyone have the rest of the story?? It's killing me haha

Hey all,


I am here at work,  Its 0340,  Just finished that story Jim.  That was one Fantastic piece of story telling.  All the way through I expected to hear the chanting  "Cthulu Cthulu Cthulu"  With a few Hasturs thrown in.  I am thinking Lovecraft is giving that poor damned soul a nod from his dark cold damp tomb.

In the Necronomicron we trust,

Brian Gillispie

Read it through, and then at the end was let down.   :banghead:   I think it was ended there on purpose... It was a great read though, just like this entire thread has been.

Ogopogo Man isn't alone.  I too encountered what I strongly believe was a sasquatch while bear hunting in Sask. in 94'.

I was "escorted" from my stand & out of the bush two nights in a row by something that clearly wanted me out of the area.  This was a long ways from anywhere and there were no other hunters in the area or locals living anywhere near by.

Right before things got interesting, the bush went dead quiet.  Anyone who has hunted Spring bear up there knows how much noise the frogs, birds, squirrels, and such make.  All that noise stopped like someone threw a switch, and stayed that way.

that was followed by a powerful wood on wood pounding. Sounded like Bonds warming up with his Louisville Slugger on a tree.  Extremely unnerving with the light fading fast in the canadian bush and just a bow in hand.

The "knocker" then shadowed me the 200 yard walk up the ridge to the road where the guide was to meet me and pick me up. The feeling of being watched was almost physical.

The experience really spooked me and was so far outside anything I had experienced in a lifetime of hunting that I considered cancelling the rest of the hunt and going home. I decided against this and cowboy'ed up.  After it happened again the next night, I requested a new stand in another area.

I didn't encounter anything out of the norm in the other area (which was even more remote and several miles away from the booger stand). I never got that pervasive feeling of being watched.  It felt "right", like the woods always had before.  Took a nice boar from that stand too.

I decided no booger was going to keep me from hunting and enjoying the woods.  I firmly believe knowledge is power, so when I got home I began to learn all I could about monkees.

To my astonishment, I learned that what I and Ogo experienced happens to a lot of folks. I found that wood knocking, stalking, and  escorting are essentially universal monkee behaviors.

I'm stil amazed at how many other hunters have nearly identical encounters once they open up & start talking about them...

Hey Jim,
  Please finish that story!

That was just WRONG...... had just got to the intesne part of that story and my 3 yr old grandson jumps up from behind my chair and scared me so bad my laptop ended up on the floor......... that was a seiosly good read. keep'um coming, Kenny

Ogopogoman, are you from Lake Okanagan, British Columbia?

This is the coolest thread I have ever seen!

This is one of the best threads I've ever read on here. I'd love to read more bigfoot stories. Even though I've never had and encounter I've always had a facination with them and love to hear about other peoples encounters.

Sorry boys but that aint my story.. I found it on the web a few years back.. I do not think dem fellers ever got back out of the cave..  Gods truth it is..

I did do some research when I first read this and my best guess is the Mystery Cave is not far from here:   Medicine Wheel (http://www.crystalinks.com/bighorn.html)

yes i lived in the hills of the reservation in Vernon B.C. on the Head of the Lake Reservation on Lake Okanagan.

Here's one more from Wyoming.  I first heard of these little people from tribal elders when as a youngster my dad took us fishing on the res north of here..  While this account mentions the Pedro Mtns in Central Wyoming the account I first heard has them in the Pryor Mtns in Northern Wyoming.. The native americans would not enter the Pryors because they feared the  little people..  Little People (http://www.legendsofamerica.com/WY-LittlePeople.html)

all my Mom's folks life in Clinton, Ark.  There was a local resident that ran a trot line every night  after a serious amount of Jim Beam was in his blood stream.  I caught a real big buffalo fish out of a little river that runs near the town.  I just happend my cousion shot a coyote that morning.  We gutted the coyote, then skinned him around his mid section and left the mane and head with fur and the back hips and legs.  We then put the big buffalo inside.  Paddle out to the middle of his trot line and hooked our monster up on the trot line.

heeee heeee

the next morning our friend was at the breakfast cafe telling the wildest story you ever heard about being attacked by a river monster he hooked on his trot line.  It was about 10' long and was a cross between an alligator and a dragon.  It jumped the the boat and turned it over then attacked him in the water.

LOL bless his heart everyone thought he was drunk and have DT's but a few of us knew he was indeed attack by the river monster        :)      

rusty

Well, I don't have a bigfoot story myself, but I know someone who does. This fellow was older; in his 60's, and is a very serious man. There's no foolishness whatsoever about him. He told me, sometime around 1990 I'd say, that he was squerril-hunting off in this gulf in middle Tennessee. He had wandered down to a creek, where there was lots of ivy growing. He said he probably would never had seen it if it hadn't fell. He told me that he heard a noise and looked around to see "the awfulest booger you ever seen" standing in the creek. He claimed that it was standing there, rubbing it's knee. He was convinced that it had fallen, while crossing the creek and mildly hurt itself. He told me that it was like a man except hairy with a head like a monkey. He described it as about 6 feet tall and skinny-looking from the waist down, but broad in the shoulders. He even discribed that it's hair was brownish, but that it had a gray spot on it's side. He thought that it was either old, or had been injured on that side in the past.
  I kinda laughed and said something about it sounding to me like he had seen a sasquatch. I remember him just looking at me real serious for a moment and saying, "What the he** is a sasquatch?" After I explained it to him, he shook his head and said "No, what I saw wasn't natural! Them scientists has bred up some kinda booger and turned it aloose down there!" Then he described what had happened next.
  He told me that the thing never saw him, as he was partially hidden by the brush and ivy growing along the bank. He never said it, but I could tell by the way he told the story that he was probably afraid to move and was just standing still, trying to comprehend what exactly it was that he was seeing. He said that after standing there and rubbing it's knee for a few moments, it crossed the creek and then suddenly stopped, as if it had smelled something.(him?) He said it quickly squatted down and grabbed an ivy bush, and shook it very hard. then it stopped shaking and looked around, searching the area. This continued for several minutes. He said it would shake, look around... shake, and look around. He was convinced that it had smelled him, or somehow knew of his presence, and was shaking the bush to make him move or flush him out. Needless to say he never moved. Finally, he said that it stood up and walked away, never in any hurry. He had a 12 guage with fine shot and said the thought of shooting it never even crossed his mind. He claimed to have found it's track on the creekbank and said that it was about the same size as his foot.(a size 9 or 10 boot?)
  Some time later, he set up a camping trip with me and some friends in that gulf to search for arrowheads, but we all knew his real motive. We never saw or heard anything unusual on this trip, but had fun. He did mention one other thing that he had found later, after his encounter. There was, at the time, a dumpster located off the highway, on top of the mountain which overlooked the same gulf. He said there was these mostly empty boxes of cheese, which were thrown away, probably from the school or something, and that there was finger tracks in the cheese as if something had drug out the cheese and ate it. I don't know, but thought I would include that part as well.
  I never saw it, but was told that the old man later paid a hefty price for some kind of tranquilizer gun. I don't know what he saw down there in that gulf, but knowing this man's serious demeaner and his truthful, to the point personality, I believe that he saw something that he couldn't understand and that it scared him. I havn't seen him in years and don't even know if he is still living, but this was one bigfoot story that I will always remember!

The little people was a good read

On the REZ in Vernon we have little people. It's a long known thing there. In fact, my uncle took me to a place near there where there is a cave in a cliff like rock face, where they are supposed to have lived and they won't go near it too often.
Pretty neat!!! My cousin has claimed he saw one when his car broke down in a storm and he came to a tree that had been snapped at it's base and fell across the roadway. He got out to look around and saw a Little Person scurry out from underneath it and glare at him and hiss. He swears it happened!

Does anyone know any more about the cave explorer story with the link above about "band camp".  I just have to read more!!

Just to clear things up..  There is no page 11.. As far as i know Ted and his partner returned to the cave and never came out of it or who knows... Ted never finished his narrative...

"Little People"
The Indians where I use to live(Paiute)told stories of "Water Babies" they live by the streams and rivers and would cry at night like a baby and when you went to go check on the crying baby they would kill you.

Sure use to scare me when I was a kid.
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This is one of the most interesting threads I have ever read.  Great stories but my backpack will now be alot heavier with silver bullets, garlic, extra matches, crosses, and anything else I may need.  I will probably have to carry a framepack.  Also will have to pack a camera.  Great reading guys!!!

Friend of mine saw a black panther a few weeks ago!

In the wild, in NC....for really.

You can find the original story of Ted the Caver's trip into the cave here.

http://www.zenadsl6236.zen.co.uk/Thefearofdarkness.pdf

Apparently it's an adaptation almost verbatum of a short story.  It also sounds similar to a book I once read by Jeff Long called The Descent which relates the story of a race of underground creatures called Hadles (pronounced like Ladles).  A movie was also made, but it was so different from the book as to be unrecognizable from the orignal.  Interesting story, but not true.

OGOPOGOMAN you should see the hair standing up on my arms!
Afraid of the dark?   Nope... Things that go bump in the night?   uhhhm.. depends on what the little voice in my head is screaming and how much hair is standing up on my neck.

On too many occasions I've had that feeling of being watched or followed.... Sometimes there was a foul aroma, usually not... I hate that feeling none the less.

There is one occasion that sticks in my head. It was archery season in PA in the early 1980's (I think 1983). A friend and I decided it would be a good afternoon to hit the woods after I finished my morning classes - I was 17 and just starting college. It was about 3:00 pm when we crossed the stream that was probably 25 feet across and varried between one and four feet deep.

It was maybe 55 or 60 degrees and in general a pleasant fall day except for one thing - the woods were stone dead quiet! I mean NOTHING MOVING. No birds chirping or flying aroung, no chipmunks, no squirrels, even the bugs seemed to have dissappeared! OK.... I got that wierd feeling of being watched and the little voice is screaming that maybe we should call it a day and grab an early dinner. But NO, we decide to take a walk and look for any "sign"....

Both of us are getting the heebie jeebies from the silence as we just kinda hiked around wondering what the **** is going on. About the time we were ready to start listening to the little screaming voice we notice an aroma that was kinda like roadkill mixed with rotten eggs.... we hear wood cracking, a tree falling,  splashing in the stream, and finally something big crashing away through the woods back where we crossed the stream.

OK, great... what now? Well we do have bows and we do have to go that way to get to the car so we start off towards the noise. Talk about suddenly being wired! I'm feeling like I just downed a pot of double expresso. Ain't no close encounter with a deer ever go my heart pumping that hard... I could "feel" my heart thumping in my ears...

When we get to the stream I notice a hollow rotted tree trunk (that I usually did a leg hold set for racoon in) was laying on it's side. The bank of the stream next to it is kinda chewed up but no clear footprints. The bank on both sides of the stream like something slipped while going in and out of the water. As we crossed the stream heading back towards the car we discovered a footprint halfway across the stream in the stream bed with dirt still swirling in it. It was several inches longer and wider than my size 13 boots and was a good 1 1/2 inches deep into the stream bed. At about 185 pounds at the time I was sinking into the stream bed maybe a quarter inch. Standing there in aboout a foot of water, we were within sight of the road and about 100 yards from the pull off where we parked. Nothing was said - we just looked at each other, nodded and quietly but briskly walked to the car while keeping our eyes peeled.

I have been back to this same area several times since and I never fail to feel that I'm being watched...

That smell is not soon forgotten, is it?  I say it smells like wet dog, mixed with rotten Indian food, in a dirty diaper.  Seems to stick in the nose.

Smelled it in Northern Alabama a couple years after the incident in 94'. Whatever it was the critter was circling us out of sight in the brush. We could smell it every time it swung upwind, though.  Gawd...

This is a sweet thread!

When I was a kid we had to sleep with the windows open at night( no airconditioning ). One night my dad called me into his bedroom and told me to listen closely. We had a timber wolf howling on the back side of our 40 acres. Srange thing about it was when we would get up and go to the window to listen the howling would stop. We would go back to bed and he would start up again. This happened several times. Is it possible that he could sense something or was it a coincidence. He hung around in the area a while before moveing on. A few days after that me and my dad and my PaPa were in the pea patch on the back side of the 40 acres breaking some ground for our fall planting. The old Farmall tracter was fairly loud under the load of the disk it was pulling but everone there could hear him when he began howling at the edge of the field. We never saw him and never heard him again after that day.

Several years ago, while spring turkey hunting, I was set up along the edge of a power line.  Kept hearing the buzzing sound that sounded like a chain saw on steroids mixed with a funny whap-whap-whap sound.  Kept getting louder and louder and I started to really wonder what was going on and started looking around to see if I could see anything.  Just about that time, a helicopter with a gigantic hanging saw blade hanging from it popped up over the rise in front of me trimming the trees back on the side of the power line I was sitting on.  I had about 30 seconds to jump up and run into the woods before it was directly over where I had been sitting.  Huge limbs & debris hitting the ground all over the place, sawdust flying, etc.  That'll make ya pucker!

Nope, the memory of the smell isn't easly forgotten....

As a side note, is this what us humans smell like to deer, elk, etc???? Take that thought where ever you all want to.....

Had a similar thing come to mind when you mentioned your experience Longbeard.

A friend and I were riding our bikes to Norris Dam in Tn when we noticed some guys clearing land for a cemetery along the main road .They told us to back off about 200yds because they were blasting huge stumps out of the ground. Back in the 50s anyone could buy dynamite from the local hardware store.

Well, we were looking forward to seeing the explosion, expecting a small bang and puff of smoke when the what looked like the whole hillside erupted into a mass flying dirt and debris. There were huge pieces of tree stump falling all around us, some as big as a man's leg. The dirt, rocks and pieces of stump continued to rain down for a while because the blast had been so powerful.  Luckily none of the stuff hit us and being 10 years old we didn't grasp the seriousness of the event. I think our response was "Neat-o".

Turned out the guys blasting didn't have any experience with dynamite and had "overdone" it a bit. Shook them up so bad they had to leave. We continued on to the river below the dam for some trout fishing, but had a great story to tell out friends.

Ok, I've got a couple of quick bear stories from the smokies.

Early in my marriage, my wife and I were camping near Cosby on the east side of the Great Smoky Mtn National Park.   I had set up our tent but the wife was afraid of bears so we spent the first night or two in my parents' camper.  Well, I finally convinced her to sleep in the tent (no bears w/in miles, they are more scared of you, etc.).  Sure enough about 2am she wakes be because she hears a bear.  I could hear it snuffling on the ground a foot or two from my head but settle her down by convincing her it was a deer.  Weirdly enough, she believed me and went back to sleep.

I couldn't quite get to sleep because of all the hairs on the nape of my neck were standing straight out preventing my head from reaching the pillow - heh.  Eventually the snuffler went away and I got back to sleep.  The next morning, I found one or two sets of cub tracks and one set of adult tracks in our campsite.  Needless to say, I'm still hearing about that one.  :-D

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*Much* later (a few years ago) we were again camping in the park (this time at Elkmont) the week after a bear killed a lady (pretty close to where we were camping).  The last night of our trip, I was taking one last walk around the campground and was at the closest part of my walk to where the attack had happened.

I'm not afraid of bears, but of course the attack was on the back of my mind.  Anyway, I had a little LED light with me (the kind you use to get your keys in the door - not much of a light) but it was in my pocket.  All of a sudden, in the brush to my left, there is a *major* ruckus.

As fast as I could, I dug the light from my pocket (where the blasted thing was hiding amongst change, pocket knife, chap stick, blah blah) and shined it on the bush.  Staring back up at me was  a "cute" little fawn.   Son of a!  I guess that's karma.  Needless to say, I used my little light for the rest of the walk back.  :-P

Love this thread, good reads.  Don't think I will be going in any caves for a while though.  
Only big scare that stands out.  riding through remote area witha  friends years ago.  We were in his truck(4x4, "modified" engine setting about 3.5 feet of the ground) and noticed a fire up ahead.  As we got closer he had slowed down and we were looking hard trying to figure out what was going on.  As we got closer, saw several people moving around the fire, that was when I caught movment out the corner of my eye.  Some guy wearinga  robe standing about 2 feet from my door.
Have you ever seen a 1/2 truck in four wheel drive turn around on a single lane gravel road?  Lets just say, foot on the floor, engine roaring and you could hear gravel whistling through the air and bouncing off trees.  Seems(as I found out later) someone stepped out of the wood on his side about the same time.  Needless to say, those two problably spent the next week having gravel removed from them.
Seen alot of wierd things I can't explain, no UFOs though.  Keep this thread going, I love this kinda stuff.

A few years ago I was hunting on public forest land, always scouting for good sign. I ran upon an old graveyard that had ,more or less been forgottten out in the middle of the woods. It was surrounded by white oaks and acorns and deer droppings were everywhere. The old grave markers went all the way back to the 1700's. Needless to say this became my hunting spot for a while.  It always felt weird when I climbed a tree beside of that old cemetery and in the moonlight, saw those markers surrounded by rising fog. One morning I had just settled in and gotten quiet, when I saw a strange white form moving up the far side of the little graveyard. To say I was unnerved would be an understatement, but I just sat quietly watching whatever it was move back and forth among the stones. It was still too dark to make out a form,
but I kept telling myself that it was probably just another hunter or something. As it started to get daylight, the form started moving towards my treestand and my breathing became more rapid.
All at once I realized I was looking at a white turkey. It was huge, but a true albino turkey.
Alas turkey season was not open or I might have become a ghost-buster!
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No big foot sightings or UFO's...But, on a whitetail hunt four years ago I was shooting compounds (Yeah, we all had to start somewhere. Anyway, a doe came in @ 10 AM and my hunt was nearly over. She stopped broadside at 20 yards with her right side facing me in my treestand. This is important( HER right side). I settle the 20 yard pin just behind her right shoulder and squeeze the release. In an instant the arrow is on its way and I hear the familiar "thwack". The doe runs about 30 yards and stops and I can see my arrow sticking through her neck (broadhead half of arrow on one side and the fletching end sticking out of the arrow). Bad hit?? I figure or she just ducked. I remember seeing a blur when I released as this was an old smart doe and must have heard the sound of a bow before. She goes down quickly and when I get to her about 20 minutes later I feel like I am in the twilight zone and possibly shot another deer...The broadhead end of the arrow is sticking out of her right side and the feathers are sticking out of her left side. Meaning that before an arrow (traveling about 230 fps) could reach her RIGHT shoulder, she ducked, whirled and nearly escaped only to have the arrow strike her neck on her LEFT side. Amazing to me what these whitetails can sometimes do. I am convinced that killing an old mature doe is a true trophy with a bow.

When I lived in Alaska, Mid 80's, we had our Spring Black Bear baits. My hunting partner and I had our baits about 3/4s of a mile apart so we'd park the truck halfway between them. One particular evening we parked and both went off in opposite directions so set the baits. I was in the stand about an hour when I noticed that everyhting had gotten deathly quiet. Even the mosquitos quit buzzing. In the Spring time in Alaska to have no mosquitos buzzing around is usually not a good sign! Then that feeling of somebody/something watching me hit. Raised the hair on the back of my neck! I sat there about another hour or so, the whole time looking all around trying to find out what the devil was out there. The whole while the feeling of somebody watching me was getting stronger and stronger. Finally I'd had enough of that, said to heck with bear hunting tonight and headed back to the truck. At a high rate of speed I might add! When I get back to the truck, here's my partner sitting in the truck with all the doors locked! As I got in he says "Man, I don't know whats going on but I've had this feeling somebody was watching me all night! I couldn't take it anymore more so I headed back to the truck!" I told him "me too, let's get the heck out of here". We left that night never knowing what was out there. It was strange that we both had the same feelings at the same time, being as far apart as we were. We both hunted those baits numerous times before and after and never had the same feelings. I try to rationalize it by thinking there may have been a Grizzley in the area, but you never know.........

LD

WOW...I burnt some serious time on that cave story!!!!

Was an excellent read though!

KirkII
   I have lived and hunted in mountain lion country now for 22 years; and mountain lions often follow people and just watch them. I have seen it and seen the tracks in fresh snow on opening days. I am glad they are not like leopards - and as willing to eat us on a regular basis. Maybe we smell like chemicals.   :)

I once had the horrible duty of woodchuck control on some property owned by a local antihunter. She asked me to do it because I wore camo; and nobody would hear me shoot with my recurve. Woodchucks have a habit of walking down rows of sprouts eating each one as they go; so she resorted to .... reality  :)
               
anyway I was sitting there one day; and could see a section of the dirt road I walked in on to get there. It was a couple hundred yards away; and I was sitting in a chair next to a woodchuck den waiting for a shot.            
             
I saw a black cat crossing the road; and I remember thinking to myself ' man that's one big cat!'.  Several minutes later; a rabbit jumped out on the road right where the cat had been; and then it hit me how big that cat was! I don't know if it was a dark colored mountain lion (this was southern Michigan 15 miles from Ann Arbor). I don't know if it was a jaguar; or an escaped leopard. I do know that it was big enough to be one of those things. I have seen a lot of mountain lions since then out here in Idaho; and I have never seen one that reminded me in its walk and shape and tail carriage of what I saw.

I once went hunting with a buddy of mine who always had a backpack on him; and he was about 3 inches taller than me. He took off one way one evening; and I another; and we were to meet up where a couple trails crossed.
                                             
                                     
I sat there waiting for him in the dark; and I saw a huge - what looked like hairy creature come my way in the darkness. Its one of the few times my stomach has ever flipped over; it was headed quickly for me !
                                     
Turns out my buddy had bought a gille suit and not told me. He had it in his backpack when he parted with me earlier.                      
                                       
He still thinks it was funny.                  
                                           
When I was a teenager I was out hunting and sneaking up on a deer. I came across a huge log I had to get over; and swung over it and landed right on a turkey. Not everything that can give you poo-poo undies is a bigfoot !!!

Ok guy's here goes my story

A couple of years ago i got invited to hunt on a friends property in Starr co. in South Texas, Well we arrived at the ranch late at night and we started picking spots on the topo map they had of the ranch. I saw a great spot where a large hay field borderd some really heavy brush and at the edge between the brush and the field there was a  windmill and large water throug maybe 20'x10' tall. now this place has some huge bucks and the ranch is along the Rio grande river so I couldn't miss the chance. So when we woke up in the morning I was to say the least very optumistic about seeing some big buck's around the windmill area. The weather was perfect nice and cold and the rut was on. So when I got to the stand it was still dark and I was in a great mood, about 15 minutes later I was seeing deer running all over the field but it was still dark and I really felt pumped. suddenly from the other side of the  water trough a man walked out and paced toward the egde of a cattle feeder and went back to the same side and disappeard, so I got down to check if he was looking for me but he was no where to be seen. i did not hear a truck and it was impossible to come in thru the brush really impossible nop human could walk thru it without being shredded to pieces during the day much less while it was still kinda dark. I got back on the stand and waited again then once again here he come does the same thing then disappears again. I got off the stand thinking my chances were ruined with so much human traffic, I stilled hunted back to the ranch house but got no shots. Later that day I kept a eye on the ranch hand to see who was looking for me but no one looked familiar. So of I went back to the same stand that very afternoon to try my luck at those huge rack I saw before daylight. No close encounters that afternoon but at twilight the same thing happend with the same guy but this time I did not look for him, I thought he might be an illegal alien. so when the ranch owner Luis arrived I told him about the man. Ans I was shocked when he said casually O it's just the ghost of the guy they found dead there with his throat cut must have been drug related, Was he crying, No I answered. Well your lucky he gets to wailing and he don't shut up. he also told me of three other murder people they have found on the ranch but he is the only one that appears. After that I did not hunt that ranch again. I have been invited numerous times but something always come up.

This other time at Band camp..  

Many here have sent me pm's and emails requesting the end to the Ted the Caver story.  Alas there is none,  BUT, There is this story that I believe inspired the Ted the Caver tale..

 The Fear of Darkness (http://www.zenadsl6236.zen.co.uk/Thefearofdarkness.pdf)

Wow! Great thread. Read tedthecaver that zilla posted, holy crap, scary cool story, he should make a movie. Unless it's true and....

Bigfoot, scary caves, Black Panthers stalking you and we all choose to go in the woods with a only bow and arrow!!!

cool...

as i said before stories like these are why i carry a BIG, BIG bowie!!!!

Okay, I have one.

My Dad and I booked a bear hunt at the Harrisburg show back in (I think) 1982. We were going to bowhunt bears, and nobody wanted to guide us except for this guy "Harold". We were recurve shooters, but we had our "hi-tech" wheelies to go bear hunting.

Well, Harold was more than welcome to have us because he guided gun hunters and was trying to get some "primitive" hunters in his camp. You see....he had killed a bear with a spear! and was building a bowie knife to kill one with.

(This guy was certifiable, and wanted to make a name for himself. If I remember correctly his name was Harold Schmidt and he operated a lodge on upper Shin Pond in Patten)

So he puts me, at age 16 (having never been in the BIG woods, and all the Bigfoot stories floating around) in the stand he killed his "spear bear". I saw absolutely nothing for two days. He told me to walk another mile back one day and climb in to a very high stand for a change. This stand was so high that a 40 yard shot was straight down!. I got up there and immediately fell asleep.

I awoke, nearly falling out of the stand (safety belts hadn't been invented yet) to a giant "CRASH", and watched a tree finish falling.  I thought I saw a large black thing, way bigger than a bear. I sat for another hour looking at every possible movement and decided it was time to get the heck out of there.

I climbed down and never looked back. I was "on the hoof"! I looked like the FTD man in the express lane. I do remember looking over at my original stand site thinking I should sit there for the rest of the evening. NOT HAPPENIN'....I was gone to the road.

That was the worst time I had. I got to the road and realized I had a couple of hours of light left and I was ON THE GROUND. This was a bad thing in my opinion. So I started to walk back to my original "spear" stand. Halfway back I saw another tree fall, and I was GONE! back to the road and looking for something to hide under. What the heck did I know, I was just a dumb kid with a Savora broadhead......no match for the evils of the BIG WOODS.

I waited by that road.....twitching at every fly that farted.........and wanted to believe that I heard the truck coming.

I kept hearing something in the edge of the woods. I crossed the road, and kept on hearing it. It was getting on towards dark and I looked up the road hoping to see a glow of headlights and saw a giant black blur crossing the road. I jumped back to the other side of the road, afraid as all get out to scream, in fear of letting whatever it was know of my presence, and nocked an arrow.

I must have looked like John Voight in Deliverance, holding that bow with the arrow bouncing off the rest like Curly from the Harlem Globe Trotters was dribbling. The sounds I heard from the forest were unsettling to this day, even as I write this.

I watched a large black form in the falling light work its way towards me from the other side of the road. All at once, the brush exploded towards me and as the glow of a headlight peaked over the horizon I found myself at full draw, face to face with one of the largest bull Moose in Maine, a mere roads width from me.

The next thing I seem to remember was "Harold" screaming at me in the truck going down the road asking me why I had not shot the biggest Moose he had ever seen. I had apparently gone blank. To this day, my Dad tells me that they had to take the arrow off my bow, ease my arm from full draw, and slap me awake once I got in the truck (evidently taking several miles to do so).

Scared?  Ohhhhh yeahhhh!

Had I known what I know now, I'd have one BIG picture to show ya.

These stories are exactly why I carry a handgun while bow hunting (well that and because of any wild dogs)

I wonder if ol' Harold ever got into a knife fight with a bear!!??

Geezzeee!

Ok, I sit here and read this until 1am, stand up to go to bed... Giant crack of thunder. This thread is awsome. My only strange encounter was an owl that passed six inches in front of my face while I was sitting in a brush pile in the dark. Brushed my face with a wing, now I am not so sure it was random anymore and maybe an aborted attempt at snagging a meal. Of course climbing into the middle of a  brush pile that has been sitting in a remote area for 3 years, in the dark was probably not overly smart to begin with. I almost had to stab a squirrel in self defense once. Boy do they get aggresive when they can't make you out completely. My Grandpa is convinced he saw a timber wolf on his farm in Soldier, KS. My Dad thinks it was a coyote but my Grandpa has seen his share of coyotes in what was at the time for him 60 years of hunting, fishing and farming. Two of my Brothers were pinned down for over half an hour by a very aggressive Whitetail buck when legal shooting light was still a long ways off. He actually came within 20' of them stamping and snorting and tossing his head. One of them watched him through crosshairs the whole time, I was proud of them for not freaking out and killing him in the dark, they were only 15 and 17 at the time. My other Brother swears he heard a scream in the dark while walking to his stand in the same area. We tease him now because his light is on from the time he leaves the truck until he gets settled in his stand. However that would be rather unsettling in an area where there should be no such animal and carrying a weapon that only kills by hemorrage. My Grandpa also has some awsome stories about hunting Roe deer and European hare in France and Germany during WWII but they are not really unusual except for the German villager who came to him completely aggitated and upset wanting him to follow him. My Grandpa thought "Now what in the heck could this be about?" So he grabbed his Thompson and went with the guy. What he found was a huge European hare. The guy was jumping up and down and pointing so my Grandpa thought  "What the Hell." and gave it a short burst. It of course took the hare's head completely off, 3 rounds of .45 ACP will tend to do that, but he said that guy was so happy and hugging him. My Grandpa figured it was probably the first meat this guy's family had gotten in a very long time.
Well I guess I had quite a few stories.

Brian

I was 18 years old and had just graduated high school.  My grandfather (who at the time was in his upper 80's) called me from the farm and said that he had just seen what he thougt was some sort of lion.  Being from the coastal bend of Texas that is something that you dont hear every day.  I told him to calm down and describe what he had saw.  He said near his cattle troughs he saw an animal cross that had very short hair, long fangs, and a skinny tail with a large puff of hair on the end.  He said it was really tall and must be some sort of lion or panther.  He said that it went into the hay barn (3 sided)and he never saw it come out.
At this point my curiosity was extremely high as to what he was talking about.  My grandfather is "old-school" and has probaly only spent 4 or 5 nights away from his farm his entire life.  He does not watch anything but the news and polka dancing and I knew his knowledge of animals was not much more than was native to the area.  I jumped into my truck and headed out to the farm to see just what was in that hay barn.  
When I arrived I grabbed my rifle and headed out to the hay barn.  I was about 40 yards from the open side when I spotted something looking back at me from the bottom of the square bales.  I raised my rifle and saw a weird looking creature with long fangs staring right back at me.  I didn't hesitate and fired a round striking the animal in the head.  It dropped dead and  I cautiously approached with the worse case of nerves that I have ever had.  After a lengthy process to make sure the animal was dead I got close to have a better look.  I was standing there staring at something with four long legs, a long tail with a puff of white hair on the end and long fangs.  My mind was racing trying to figure out what exactly it was.  I kept thinking some sort of dingo or hyenna that had escaped, but wasn't sure at all.  I went back to the house and called the local game warden who came out to have a look himself.  He told me that it was actually an old coyote that had gotten the mange so bad that it was about to kill him.  All his hair was gone except for the tip of his tail and his skin had began to tighten and shrivel (thus making his lips pull up exposing his teeth)...He said it was one of the worst cases he had ever seen and that the animal should have been dead a long time ago.  

Many of the "chupacabra" stories and pics that you see are of coyotes that this has happened to.  If you google search images for chupacabra you will find some game camera pics of coyotes that look just like the one I killed.  I was kinda disappointed that it wasn't something "cooler", but at least it settled everyone down knowing that it was just a sick coyote.

The following pic is from google images....It is not the one I killed, but almost an identical match...mine was darker....
 (http://www.unknowncountry.com/img/news/102004/critter-1.jpg)

Actually Flesner, Maine outlawed bear hunting with a knife when they found out he was making one (like they outlawed bear hunting with a spear soon after he did it). He had it all figured out down to the hollow tree he was gonna do it in. Dude was nuts.

Wow! These are incredible stories i've read all of them. So i guess its my turn to put in my short story.
 This was about 5 years ago, I was 13, and it was spring gobbler season in WV. My father was set up on the edge of a clearing and I was about thirty yards behind him calling, when i start hearing something walking behind me (im thinkin oh great this one is going to come from behind and bust us) when all of the sudden i roll my eyes to the left so i can see what this is. And i see a black bear cub about 10 to 15 yards from me then i see my dad stand up and start yelling at me to run towards him, and my stomach is in my throat and i take off. WHen i get there i turn around and see the sow running back through the woods. My dad tells me she was about ten yards behind the tree i was sitting against and i just it was a turkey. close call.
 
 :eek:

Here's mine; I was riding my mountain bike on a closed(to vehicles)Game Management area in Central Mississippi about 8 years ago. I was about 2.5 miles from my truck on a dead-end road.I had ridden to the end of the road and turned around and was starting back and decided to stop for a water break.I was looking up the gravel road for any deer/critter crossing when an animal stepped into the road about 100 yds away. At 1st I thought it was a LARGE Coyote so I just happened to have a Stenier Monocular with me so I looked to see what it was. I knew then I was looking at a LARGE Cougar. It's face was wrinkled like a Shar pei dog. It's coat was about the color of a deer and the tail was as long or longer as the body. At the time a friend had a Rottweiler that weighed about 95 lbs and this cat was much larger. So there we were just staring at each other. I really wasn't scared of the cat but I did have a little concern because the cat was between me and my truck and there wasn't another way around. I did wait about 30 minutes before heading back. I had no weapon but the cat was going to be wearing my mountain Bike if it came down to it.  :scared:

Another real short one. When I was about 10 or 11 I trying to get to sleep one summer night as close as I could get to an open window,(nobody had A/C back then) when a storm moved through and lightning struck about 30yds from my window while I was looking out. The lightning hit the ground then formed a basket ball sized ball of very bright electrical energy which rolled around in a zig-zag pattern under the trees for about 10 seconds before dissipating. Pretty cool looking!

Black Gold,

My cousin shot a 'yote in the Illinois  mississippi river bottoms near Hannibal, Mo. around 1982 or so.
It looked a lot like the one in your picture. The amazing part of this is that it was winter and the wind chills had been below zero that month pretty often. The day it was shot the temp was below 0 and wind chills of -20 to -30.
I'll never know how that thing survived without hair.

I'll give one.  Not a sasquatch story (aren't they the best!)

My girlfriend and I were tracking a deer on a very dark night.  I had her stand at last blood.  Her flashlight batteries went dead so she stood there in the dark.  By this time, I was making large circles as the blood had run out.  I dropped down a ravine and followed it to the bottom of the bluff.  She couldn't even see my light for about 20 minutes.  Anyway, I make my way back to her.

She says, "Butch, something has been growling at me since you left."  I cut the light and sure enough it starts up again.  It was like a house cat that gives off that pissed off purr/growl only much deeper.  Definitely not a coon.  

Every time I shinied the light up - it was perched in one of the many huge oak trees around us - it stopped.  I couldn't pinpoint it.  Cut the light and it would start again.  Never did get the light on it.  We finally left.

Like I said, she stood there for about 20 minutes with that thing growling because I told her to never leave last blood.  Yep, I married her.

Black Gold- I saw the pic before I read the story and the first thing I thought of was a chupacabra. I grew up in florida and have heard a lot of stories about them.


Blue Buck- Great call, I'd a married a girl like that too!

This one is more humorous than spooky...

Several years ago I set up on a hillside with my back against a 3 foot wide tree with a bunch downed branches in front forming a natural blind. Acorns everywhere and a couple heavily used "deer freeways" emerged from the pine trees 40 yards to my left and merged into one about 15 yards down the hill from me...... I wasn't too worried about what was up the hill from me as we had never noticed any deer come down the hill in the open. They usually came out of the pines and across the side hill in the evening.

The difference this year was that someone had built a permanent tree stand about 40 yard further down the hill over the summer. Now the problem with this is that this is on public lands and the PA laws are pretty specific in that you can not damage any tree without written permission from the land owner, and no damage or permanent tree stands on public lands......

SO, how does this fit in with what's about to happen? Well, I get there about 3:30pm with last light coming at about 5:30pm. I'm all settled in for the evening "feeding parade" to begin, it's now about 4:40pm and I hear the leaves crunching behind me. Something is coming down the hill. The steps sounded too steady and rhythmic to be a deer and they never come down from up there - right? I figure that it's another hunter - maybe the SOB that built the permanent stand is gonna walk right past me and climb up into the tree for last light! As the steps get closer (I estimate about 40 yards away now) I ease my head around the trunk of the tree I'm leaning against just enough to make out a dark form easing down the hill. Now my first thought is, "Man that's some nice camo he's wearing. It really blends in". My next thought is, " I'm gonna wait till this sucker gets right next to my tree and I'm gonna just lean out from behind the trunk and scare the bejezus outa him. GOOD IDEA, LET'S DO IT!

SO just as the steps reach the backside of my tree I stick my head out and I'm sitting there nose to nose with a big 'ol doe! I dunno who was more surprised! She snorted (spraying deer snot on my left cheek and shoulder) and jumped about 5 yards back up the hill and ducked behind some small trees about 15 yards to my left. As she jumped I came to full draw but couldn't find the spot before she got behind the trees. So there I am sitting on the ground with a 65# longbow at full draw with this doe peeking out from behind a tree and trying to figure out how that brush pile just moved. She had a clear view and was looking right at me keeping a tree between me and her vitals. While she was watching me a smaller doe walked down behind her followed by a small 6 point buck .....no shot on any one of 'em so I slowly eased the bow down. Now I don't mean I lowered the arrow, I literally eased the bow sideways and onto my lap at full draw and then eased the arrow down. I had to let the nock go because my draw hand was shaking so hard I worried the end of my arrow would look like a dogs wagging tail! I went so far as to slowly turn my head so that I was looking 90 degrees from her and looking out of the corner of my eye to keep tabs on them.

Now this stand off went on for what felt like 20 minutes or more but was probably more like 5 minutes. Slowly she began walking on down the hill towards the other two but the trees and ground cover ensured that I had no shot. It was starting to look like they would meander down to the "freeway and eventually offer me a decent quartering away shot. Right about the time that glimmer of hope hit my mind she stopped and stared right at me. She snorted several times and stomped her fron hooves... That was all the other two needed and they "waved their white flags" at me and bounded off into the pines. She snorted and stomped a few more times and then waved bye-bye too....

Great experience... exciting, and frustrating all at the same time. Not as dangerous as being stalked by a mtn loin or a pissed bear. Still wish I would have gotten a shot off. I probably had the snap shot on her as she jumped up hill but the only thought in my head was "don't risk a gut shot"!

Hey Aeronut,
Didn't you see a gorilla in a wetsuit one time??    :scared:

ttt

We need more stories!

I saw a yote with mange shot last winter that looked like that. nasty disease!

Last year I was hunting on the ground near the edge of a corn field and a thin strip of hay field. As I sat there motionless, I heard something crunching thru the leaves as it made it's way closer to me thru the woods on the other side of the strip of hay.

After what seemed like forever, out of the bushes comes the critter. It wasn't a deer. Or a sasquatch either. It was a SKUNK! Comin' straight at me.

I stood up straight to get his attention thinkin' he would run off. Well, he didn't. He just kinda puffed himself up, stamped his front feet and took a couple steps toward me. So I puffed up too and faked a lunge at him. He didn't like that. He did a short charge at me and raised his tail to full mast and I vacated the area immediately.

I shoulda shot him...

I still have an arrow that has the bite pattern out of the fletching where a doe pulled out my Snuffer tipped arrow, that reached the off side shoulder (OUCH!  :eek:  ) Needles to say, she expired shortly thereafter.

ttt

Very cool and enjoyable thread!!!!!

This spring I was turkey hunting near a river bed.  I was sitting amongst some wild raspberry bushes when a bluebird landed on my shoulder.

Zippadeedoodaa.

ASAT camo RULES!

But that's not what I want to tell you about.

Back in the late 70s NJ re-instituted turkey hunting.  Around 1980 I was on my first turkey hunt.  Now, you fellas from other parts may have had turkey hunting all your lives, but for me, it was all new.  In fact, I had never seen wild turkey in my life.

Regardless, I was determined to get one.  So I went out with my box call, shotgun, a few stakes and some camo painted burlap for a blind.

I decided to build the blind three sided with a large tree as the 4th side.  This way I had a good view all around and something to lean against.

I got into the woods one morning about 45 minutes before sun up and got set up.  I had just settled in when I started hearing the familiar crunch of a deer approaching.  From my blind spot, of course.

Since it was spring and not neer season I quickly lost interest in the deer and started calling.  To my amazement and utter joy the toms started gobbling.

I heard them fly down and worked that call like I'd been hunting turkey all my life.  I could hear the gobblers coming in and eventually I saw them exiting the woods on my right and into the field where my decoy was set up.

Unlike the turkeys I see on TV, even to this day I have never had a tom just flat out run for my decoy.  They gooble a bit, strut a bit and kind of meander in.  Often stopping 20 or 30 yards away and never coming an inch closer.

A couple toms with jakes trailing were now about 20 yards away.  They weren't coming any closer as far as I could tell, so I started to lift my gun and get ready for a shot.  As I lifted my gun I heard that deer again, this time right behind me.  I guess I hadn't heard the crunching over my calling.  And I guess the toms had heard or seen the deer and decided to take off.

Remember, turkey hunting to me was new, and really, no one in my area was what you'd call skilled in the ways of the turkey.

So forgive me for thinking that the turkeys were run off by a deer.

Well, with my hunt blown and me now in a foul mood I decided to give that deer a piece of my mind.  I figured to just jump out and scare the hell out of it.  But when I did...

I was front and center of the largest turkey that had ever walked the earth!  5 feet tall and 200 pounds I swear!

I fell back, tripped over my blind, crashed to the ground and was up and running like the wind.  The giant turkey... I never looked back so I have no idea what happened to it.

I told this story to only a few friends and of course, no one believed me.  After a while I started to doubt that it had ever happened.  Soon it was more a dream than anything else.

Until...

About 8 years later I was driving to work.  I wasn't two miles from my house, on a back road no less, when I hit a traffic jam.  Now many of you NOT from NJ assume there is traffic everywhere.  Not so.  NJ has a lot of farm land.  More farmland than anything else, really.  So a traffic jam on a Sussex back road is NOT normal.

Anyway, as I sat there (I assumed there was an accident ahead) waiting for the traffic to clear I saw what I never thought I would ever see again.  A giant turkey!  Running right down the middle of the road!  Toward me!

I started to sweat, sure this creature was coming right for me.  I was just the most unreal thing that has ever happened.  And then it was past me.  I looked around and I could tell that the other drivers had just seen the same thing by the puzzled, comical looks on their faces.

Then a moment later a huge farm boy came lumbering past... chasing the giant turkey.

I DO NOT USE DRUGS!

That's what I told myself then and I am telling you now.

I never made it to work that day.  I was too shook up.

The next morning's headline --

Escaped Emu Stops Traffic.

Yup.  An emu.  I have since found out that there is an emu farm not two miles from my house.  Only about 500 yards from where the giant turkey stopped traffic and only 3 or 4 miles from where I was turkey hunting several years before.  I can only assume that another one escaped 8 years prior and was wandering around the refuge I was hunting in.

I wonder what they taste like.

Chicken heh


Brian G

I vote the "giant turky/emu" story the best yet!  That had me in stitches!

I was a headed to a place that I wanted to hunt one morning on Public land. It was few minutes after 1st light when I noticed a squirrel about 8 feet up a tree in the direction I was going. The critter never moved when I got closer and closer. I came to within 12 feet and it just stared at me and shook it's tail. I thought this was a little strange but headed on toward my stand. That's when it really got weird,the squirrel like followed me through the woods for something like 50 yards jumping from tree to tree.Thought that was kinda strange.
Also back in my wheelie bow days, I was up about 20 ft in my old Baker climber one afternoon and this medium size bluish/gray bird appeared about 12 inches in front of my face and acted like he wanted my eyeballs. That'll wake you up !!  :eek:    :eek:

That giant turkey story reminds me of a similar incident we had in Missori.
A buddy of mine and I were driving in for lunch during the rifle season when we saw a huge bird wandering in a wheat feild.
We looked at each other trying to decide if the other was seeing the same thing.  :eek:  
Jerry said, "that ain't no Missori bird!"  We watched it for a while and decided it must have gotten loose from somewhere close by. We drove on for a couple miles and sure enough there was a small farm with more of those birds in a pen.
We stopped and reported that one of their birds was loose and offered to show them wher we saw it last. It turns out it was called a "Rea" (sp)and the owners followed us to the spot where we saw their rea.
Of course it was no longer there when we got back. Her husband didn't want us to help for fear of spooking it worse so we stayed by the vehicle with his wife while he went looking for his bird.
Now, you gotta' know Jerry and his sense of humor. Serious as a heart attach, he looked at the lady and said: "Lady, looks like you got a case of Gone-a-rea now!

Thank god she had a sense of humor!

Gone-a-rea - now THATS funny!!!!

Where I hunt sometime. There is a cementary, I had parked in a little pull of spot..I hunted that evening is was well after dark when I got close to the truck.. Getting closer to the truck I got that old Errie feeling   :scared:  I was about 400 yds from the truck and I saw a light swinging in the graveyard  :scared:  . No electricty  for a mile or so around.. I do have to say I knocked a arrow..I got into stalking mode an inched closer to the truck and noticed the light didn't move any closer only swing..I got in my truck as fast as I could...
 The next day I found out that a lady had died and someone had put a solar light at her grave site.
 Good thing someone was playing a prank they probably would have got a zwickey in their but..

Not exactly hunting related but this is the only unexplained thing I can recall:

I was in my early twnties at the time.   I was commuting to college so I was still living at my parent's house.

I was home waiting for my mom to return from the grocery store.  From my room I could hear the front door open and footsteps walk through to the kitchen.  I got up and went out to the kitchen to help with the groceries.  No one was there.   I checked outside and there were no cars in the driveway.   At this point the hair on the back of my neck is standing up and I'm getting a little freeked out so I grab a baseball bat and begin checking out the house.  I check all the doors and they are still locked.    I check the rest of the house and find no other people or critters.

I had lived in this house for over 20 years; I know the sound of the front door opening and the sound of the creeking floor as someone walks through the house.  The front door was a tight fit and it shook the house when it closed, a very unmistakable sound.  The floors also had some bad creaks and there was never mistaking when someone was moving around.

I still don't know who or what walked through the house that day.  I've lived in two apartments and two houses since and never had another experience like it.

Theres a cemetary in Evart, MI that the tombstones glow in the dark at night.  I heard it from the locals when I was going to Ferris St and went and checked it out and sure as taxes the stones were glowing and twinkling in the night.  I watched them glow until I decided to walk up there and see what was going on.  The stones faded out as you got closer and I have no clue to explain it.

Anyway my own story is that the first year I went hunting with a bow I for real saw a great horned owl and a mature whitetail buck fighting it out in the middle of the woods.  The owl was hooting and clawing and the buck was snorting and flailing its antlers around.  They were making a huge racket and were all over the woods.  I couldnt get a shot at the buck and I didnt want to hit the owl either.  Strangest thing.

I've heard the "scream" or "yell" of one(bigfoot) before.  

I know what a bear sounds like, and it was no bear.  Went on for about 15-30 seconds at a time, and it was miles away.  But it was giving my uncle, a friend, and me chills down our backs.  We were minding some bear bait and got out of there fast, mind you it was 1 in the morning.  

This happened back before I even shot a bow(compound or trad).  

People say that bigfoots a hoax, I don't believe them.  I've heard many a story about sightings here from creditable people that I know personally.

I'll be carrying a side-arm on my moose hunt this fall, believe me you'll want one in Alaska.  

The first brown bear I got took 8 shots total to down, all in the fitals.  It absorbed 5 shots of my .300 Win. Mag. and 3 shots of my cousins '06.

Well I'm rabbling getting into different subjects,  lets hear more of you're stories.

Steve

Those mangy yote pictures reminded me of the pictures that they ran in the local papers last year of the local black bears that were having problems with mange.  Some of them were completely void of hair.  I'll bet some of the folks who first saw those critters walking around had a few odd moments until they made an id.

Lets make this a permanent forum, maybe call it "Campfire Tales", it has been a lot of fun, and with a new hunting season and Halloween comming up...who knows what new strange stories may come up!
The most important thing is the stories are all believable, they are told in a "friends around a campfire" format , not the usual nonsense found on the "x-files" type websites.
I for one would love to hear more. The stories don't have to have "bigfoot" or "ufo's", but anything unusual during a hunt is really interesting and a lot of fun.
Where else can you go to find "the best glue for inserts" and "I heard this sound while bowhunting..." on the same site.
John

I just started hunting and I'm young so I don't have as interesting of stories as those here but I'll tell you mine.

One of the places I intend to start hunting I was scouting earlier this year. There are many large pigs here. Sometimes I see several in a day in excess of a hundred lbs. It was a few weeks past hunting season so I went scouting and didn't see anything. I only found a HUGE hole dug. I even took a pic with my cell phone. It's about 4ft across and more than a foot deep. And was dug in one night. Apparently all for the bite of one root. (between the fall harvest and spring I guess its hard to feed an animal that sized)

On the way to finding it the wind was in my face so walking back I wasn't being stealthy. My wind was wrong so no sense in going slow. I was just walking when I hear a woof. But woof doesn't do it justice. It was the sound they use in movies when a character opens up a door and a monster growls so loud the persons hair blows backwards like he's got his head out a car window. Then the character closes the door. It was that kinda woof. A movie soundtrack monster woof.  

If you've never heard a hog bark or woof at you close up its kinda unnerving. It sounds very similar to a big dog like a pitt bull. But this was loud like a fog horn.

I caught in the corner of my eye of the woodline a bear sized animal black as night. I had a machete in my hand and I yelled "Ha! Get! Ha!" smacked the blade on my boot to make a loud metallic noise and ran about thirty yards and jumped on a blown down tree. It didn't want anything to do with me but it was twilight and all I had was a small machete and I wanted out of there.

The next day with the sun on my side I went to where I head the noise. Only managed to find one print. The biggest hog track I've ever seen. The father of all mothers. If you know about hog tracks you know once a pig gets a certain size the print pretty much stays the same. Doesn't get much larger. Well this print from toe to toe width wise. Was the same size as my pack of cigarettes length wise. Thats a big pig!

I'll be pursuing what I've dubbed "the grizzly boar" in less than 2 months.

Nothing mysterious or strange but it scared the livin crap outa me.  I used to hunt Drummond Island every year and one year just as it was getting dark a wolf or wolves decided to howl at the moon about 40yds from my stand.  They tuned up and they sounded like they were right on top of me.  It made for and interesting walk out that night with my trusty .40cal in  my hand.  After getting to the quad I looked down and found they had walked right by the quad.  Made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I think it was year before last, i'd shot a deer late in the evening and went back to the house to give her a while. I waited a few hours and went back with my 12yro son J.T..

We opened up the electric fence and rode up on the mountain and followed the blood trail and recovered the deer, took an hour and a half or so.

I pulled through the fence and let him off and i pulled down to the tractor shed and shut the wheeler off and listened at how still it was while JT latched up the fence in the dark.

All of the sudden, i let out a locater yote call tryin to spook him. He said "funny dad". He was still 50yds from me when a yote yelled back right up above us! He ran like his hind-end was on fire to the truck! "WHAT WAS THAT, WHAT WAS THAT! After my ribs stopped hurting from watching him run 50yds in 3 seconds i told him.  :bigsmyl:

While turkey hunting one year I sat up against a large white oak. The tree had a large hole about the size of a basketball at the base... Well, I sat down and did a few yelps with my box call. Then leaned back against the tree.
I kept hearing something strange and it was close??...real close??.. sounded like  feathers raking against bark or something???? So I slowly turned my head and came within kissin distance of a turkey buzzard's head sticking out of that hole. nose to beak..Could have licked her if I wanted too.
I jumped up and she jumped out... We just stood there looking at each other  just feet away I guess 5-10 seconds then I started backing up away from her... She never moved an inch, standing her ground ,just watching me.. I went ahead and left. But came back an hour or so later to pick up my box call..
I figure she was using the tree as a nesting site and had little ones inside.. That's why she stood her ground.????
Another time I had a vole climb into my cargo pocket in my pants while I was setting on the ground turkey huntin.Just glad noboby saw that one.

i have one from downunder for you.i was out hog hunting with my mate and his dogs,we camped in a cave beside a river and at about 2am the dogs start to growl and get real edgey this goes on for half an hour we can hear something out there but don't know what.finally my mate sends the dogs after it,they ran thru the river and came back twice as fast with there tails between there legs.these dogs are mastiff crosses that weigh approx 120lbs each and will single handedly catch hogs that weigh 250lbs but what ever was there scared the s..t out of the three tuffest dogs you would find anywhere.five minutes later we heard some loud crashing in the bush we never did find out what it was but we don't hunt there anymore

I once went to a doughnut eating contest. Before the bell sound to start the contest people started screaming like banshees!   :eek:  

Rosie O'Donnell showed up in her spandex onezee thong!!!

OHHHHHHHHHHH THE HUMANITY!!!!!!

 :bigsmyl:    :bigsmyl:

I was deer hunting a few years ago on a WMA in east middle GA.  Buddy didn't show that was supposed to, so I was by myself.  Woods were real dry, like walking in cornflakes, so when I found a good place that morning I decided after lunch to go back there for the evening.  I took my Tree Lounge in as quietly as possible right after lunch.  Moved like a squirrel and silently placed my stand. Then I climbed the tree to about 25 to 30 feet up.  The plan was I was going to nap in the tree until late afternoon...that way the woods would not be disturbed with my arrival for the late PM hunt.  I was sound asleep when I guess something woke me.  I opened my eyes as a fighter jet plane crossed on top of me,  There was no sound.  It was close enough to see individual rivets!  I only had time to think man that's going to be loud!!!!!!!!!!When the sound hit me.  I SCREAMED, I mean I SCREAMED!! and tried to jump out of the stand before I finally realized what had happened!  So much for being quiet, as I snickered the rest of the afternoon every time I thought about it.  Never saw a thing.  Only the wash woman knows for sure!

I was sittin in my stand right as it was getting light and saw a hawk sitting in the tree next to me. so i was sitting there mesmorized by the hawk for a few minutes untill i realized were i was again and turned away to look for any deer. well the next thing i see is a huge ball of feathers attaking me. after about an hour of shaking in my boots common since rolled in as i realized it was the hawk. after wondering why for a bit i figured it wasnt attaking me it was attaking the beaver furr silencer i had on my bow string.

Me and a group of friends hunt on an Indiana National Guard post.   Lots of woods and lots of deer.   One guy who had never hunted the post decided to go.   He was taken into a nice wooded area.  He climbed up in his stand and a few hours later he got that feeling of being watched.   He told me that he had a weird feeling come over him.  He was trying to decide if he should come down and go to the truck, he decided to stay and stick it out.

 He noticed off to one side he saw some movement.  But after looking directly at the area he did not see anything.    He then noticed off to the other side he saw some movement but could not see anything.  This happened a few more times.  He was getting scared at this time.  

 Finally he witnessed a bush move.  Doesn't seem like a big deal but it was dead calm that day.  He told me that he had such a strange feeling that he thought about using his pull up rope and a slide down rope but thought it might not hold him.  So he climbed down the tree and gathered his stand and belongings and beat feeted out of the woods.  

 He was about 1/2 way to the truck and a bush stood up and started talking to him and told him to leave the area.  He also noted that the bush was holding a big scoped bolt gun.   He told the bush "yes Sir" and he got the heck out of there.    
 
 He did not know what was going on but it must have been some type of soldier but he was not for sure.

 A few months later I was talking to a friend that is a Navy Seal Sniper instructor.  He was telling me a story about his group doing a stalk on a designated point.  As they were doing a stalk they noticed a deer hunter in a deer stand.   The seals used the hunter as a training prop.  

The time line and the area on the Post was the same as my buddies incident so it was probably yhe same incident.

 The SEALS wanted to sneak past him with out being detected.   All of them made it past him with out being detected.  The last one made him self known so the hunter would change locations.

 All together there was 16 SEALS that snuck past him.

 My buddy did not hunt the Post for a long time after that.

I was checking some deer stands the other day and when I climbed into a ladder stand and started to fold the seat down I had a feeling that a snake might be in the seat.  

 I told myself do not jump back and fall to the ground.  I mentally preped my self and folded down the seat.
 When I folded it down three squirrels came out and ran all different directions.  One came within inches of my hand that was on the seat.

  I let out a yell and my buddy on the ground thought I had gone crazy untill he seen the squirrels running everywhere.  
 
 When I got down I had the help him up off the ground because he could not breath from laughing soo hard.

  After that We filled up some deer feeders.   One feeder had fallen over.   I decided to kick it before I proped it up.  (Make sure there were no snakes hin=ding it there)

 After I kicked it a ground squirrel ran out and ran across the toe of my boot.  I then again had to help my buddy off the ground because he was laughing soo hard at me.

Whump Sez; I shot a nine point buck a few years ago on a Q2 shot. The arrow entered just in front of the right fore leg--it was about a 20yd shot, shooting a Hill style bow with magnus 4blds and a 675gn wood arrow. The buck grunted just like a rut grunt when he was hit. He bounded off out of sight with his tail down. I waited about 2 hrs and started the track. I found my arrow where he was standing with the shaft broken off right behind the broadhead and it was clean---no blood. I started following a good blood trail and found the buck about 70 yds away. The arrow had penetrated through the brisket severing a heart artery and barely punching through the brisket on the opposite shoulder. The odd thing was there was no blood at all on the arrow shaft.  Hunt Safe   :confused:

This has been a great thread! Love them goose bumps!

Whump Sez; Ok--here is a glowing eye story. I was walking back form a hunt one evening comming up a really steep hill. I had a small AA mag light--up ahead of me on the trail I saw six eyes glowing in the light---they were stacked on top of each other and from my perspective it looked about 6ft tall.  I stopped and they were not moving just staring back at me. I new I could not out run what ever it was on this terrain; so I decided on a forward charge in hopes I could run what ever it was off.   3 coons--one on all fours--one behind him on hind legs and another on a stump standing. That is how six eyed purple people eater stories get started. I was relieved though. Hunt safe.

Well, didn't happen to me but raised chills nonetheless. On a piece of property in Morgan co. Georgia me and a buddy used to hunt together. They have since put a bypass highway through the middle of it. My Bud had took off a week during bow season and was hunting by himself. He stuck a nice doe, found her and was just finished gutting her when he heard what sounded like deer running towards him. Actually what it turned out to be was eight Wild dogs that had smelled the kill. There he was with his bow 125 yards from him leaned up on his climber. All he had was his knife. He told me they all split up and formed a circle around him and started acting a bit aggressive, snarling. He grabbed the doe by the leg while yelling God knows what at em. He said a couple followed him a ways before joining the others on the gutpile.
He isn't one to spook easy, but that really got his goat. From then on, he packed his S&W for some insurance. I told him if it was me they could have had the doe. We never saw them again, but do believe we heard them several times after that.....

LOL - it is good to have this thread back at the top  :D

Man, I guess it does not need a sonic boom to shake somebody out off a tree?!?  :thumbsup:
The Squirrel stories are great and I love the six eyed coon monster  :D

I wonder though, why one would want to prepare oneself to shoot a/the bigfoot?! They seem to be a little scarce, not? Wouldn't it be better to take the honor - being eaten - or whatever a bigfoot might want to do if you get caught?! Maybe people will name a river or mountain after you, when they later find out about your fate ...

Has anyone seen the latest story about a group of bigfoot trackers finding a fresh dead body of bigfoot in the north Georgia woods?

  I found a website that shows a press release and the tracker was giving details.

 I believe these guys are a hoax.   After watching the press release and watching his actions and using my knowledge of interviewing people and watching body language I came to the conclusion that he was was not telling the truth.

 Can I get a LEO with training on body language to watch this and give me thier opinion on it.

Whump Sez; " The lung gurgleing monster" I was hunting in a bowhunting only club  in the early 70,s in north alabama---Eric krewson,s stomping grounds. My best friend and hunting bud at the time was a vietnam vet and we both carried 45 colts for insurance. We were returning to the camp house with no lights and we heard what sounded like a large animal shot through the lungs---bubbling blood. A short discussion insued and we decided to slip up on this thing and see what it was. We crawled closer and closer and the hair was standing up on my neck ,   :scared:   it was the most horrible sound you could imagine. I looked at him and asked him what he thought it was? he said I don't know but I bet it won't get but one of us---at that point it sounded like I swallowed a walnut. We crept closer and closer to the sound and finally-----we had spent about an hour slipping up on a well pump. The pump would get on air and when the water would run back in the well it would gurgle and sputter just like some awful creature that was lung shot. I have never been so relieved and foolish feeling in my life.   :rolleyes:   Hunt safe.

QuoteOriginally posted by 702plmo:
Has anyone seen the latest story about a group of bigfoot trackers finding a fresh dead body of bigfoot in the north Georgia woods?

  I found a website that shows a press release and the tracker was giving details.

 I believe these guys are a hoax.   After watching the press release and watching his actions and using my knowledge of interviewing people and watching body language I came to the conclusion that he was was not telling the truth.

 Can I get a LEO with training on body language to watch this and give me thier opinion on it.

Have a look here...

http://news.yahoo.com/story//nm/20080815/ts_nm/bigfoot_dc

At least one of these guys is known to have been involved in a bigfoot hoax before.

Monkey suit.

okay here's a true story for ya. I was in the airforce in 1981 stationed at tatalina afs in alaska. I was a radar operator. On our radar scope we could see Mt Mckinnly. Well one night I was pulling the late shift and was a little bored when a bogy appeared on my scope travelling at a high rate of speed. I informed the officer on duty. He checked the log book for spook flights (sr71) There was nothing scheduled. We sent out an iff to the bogey and recievec nothing back. meanwhile it had taken up a position circleing Mt Mckinnley, almost like a cap flight,until it took off ata speed excedding mach 10 from our calculations.Last glimpse we had of it on radar it was climbing and passing 70,000 feet. I'll never forget the way that thing manuvered. at times it actually didn't move. impossible as it sounds. Tapes of all the radar images and all other data was sent to norad at cheyene mountain.

Great story NH.

I seen on the news that the north Georgia Bigfoot was a hoax.    It was a ape suit used a a prop.   I knew my feelings were right.

 Night hawk,  that is a neat story.

Years ago, my hunting partner, Mike (ArrowK9) and I were hunting a piece of public land that had a small airstrip running through it.  We were both set up a few hundred yards apart and about 30 yards or so off the airstrip.  A National Guard helicopter starts making touch and go landings shortly after we got settled in for our afternoon hunt.  At first, it really wasn't that big of a deal. He'd come in, I'd grab the tree and prepare for the noise and blast of wind, then he'd fly away and I'd think it was over.  A few minutes later, he'd come back again. I just kept figuring he'd be done soon and we'd still have a good evening hunt.

After more than an hour of this I was starting to get pretty annoyed. I figured the heck with it and was going to just take down my stand, get Mike, and go hunt the ground in another location to salvage the evening. About the time I'm thinking this, in comes the 'copter again which pretty much solidified my decision.

Now Mike was still pretty fresh out of the Navy and, being from New York, he was still wound pretty tight.  I stood up to drop my bow and gear down as the 'copter was coming in.  As I'm doing this, I'm watching the 'copter come in when all of the sudden Mike comes storming out of the tree line right out in the middle of the runway in front of the 'copter, which wasn't but maybe 60' above the runway.  He stands and faces the 'copter and starts giving off these military hand and body signals that I didn't recognize.  Then he arched his back, threw his arms straight out, and with both hands threw up a hand signal that I clearly recognized.  Then he threw the signal again, and again, and followed by dropping one arm to about waist level where he proceed to move it about, making another signal that I also clearly recognized.  

By now, the pilot was just hovering in front of Mike about parallel with my location and I could see his face plain as day.  I read his lips as he said to his co-pilot something to the effect of, "Look at this mentally challenged Magnificent Fellow!".  The pilot slid open the window, stuck out his arm, and returned the signal Mike had so impressively provided moments before.  The pilot closed the window, said a few more carefully choosen words to his co-pilot, flew off and did not return. We enjoyed the rest of our evening, which by now had just turned into a laugh-fest.

We've got lots of other stories of things we've done together, but that one will always remain as one of my top all-time favorite problem solving events.  The times we spent hunting that particular property back then can never be repeated.  Great memories for sure!

I can't stand it any longer.  While living in Montana I was elk hunting in the Little Belt Mtns. and was to meet up with my hunting buds at 1 p.m. on the other side of a mountain that we had been glassing elk on every morning.  I choose to be the one to hike up the mountain and meet them on an old service road our maps showed.  As I made my way up the day got hotter and hotter and the climb turned into a real ordeal with a granite rock slide I had to negotiate.  By the time I made the top it was past 80 degrees out and being the woodsman that I am I didn't have a drop of water with me.  I knew I was in real trouble from dehydration but had to keep moving.  The top had been timbered and I found a logging road going the right direction and was making my way but was getting pretty sick.  I came to a fork in the road and stopped for a breather and looked up and down both directions.

I bent over at the waste trying to keep from being too sick when a voice behind me said "What are you doing?"  I nearly jumped out of my skin!  There was this old guy standing there looking like he just stepped out of the hills prospecting for gold.  He had a pack slung over his shoulder and was wearing bib overalls and a flannel shirt.  I asked him if he happened to have any water and he pulled a mason jar out of his pack and handed it to me.  The water was warm but it was water and I gulped half of it fast.  I handed it back and he grinned at me and I asked if he was heading my way and he just said "nope".  I turned and started walking and just wanted to say thanks again and turned around and there was nobody in sight!

I walked out and met my friends and never mentioned this to them until sometime later.  It was sorta spooky since he wasn't carrying any weapon and there are no homes within 15 miles in any direction from that spot.

I shot at a big bear; and made what looked like a good hit. I started tracking it at night; and a short distance from the shot found the back half of the arrow and took a picture. It rained hard and I never found the bear.

You tell me what this is ??  (http://i274.photobucket.com/albums/jj251/gundogsnbows2/006_6.jpg)

Whump Sez; What kind of camera are you using? If it is 35mm film it happened during processing of the negatives or when they printed the picture. Since your entire picture is not over exposed I would say a screw up in the processing. If it is a digital camera your guess  is as good as anybodies. Hunt safe.   :confused:

You had your finger in front of the lens, and the flash hit it.

Killdeer  :rolleyes:

Falk...  that statement  (or whatever a Bigfoot might want to do) scares me more than being eaten !

I think coming up with a way to communicate would be awesome.  Maybe get him / her to let me in on some of the best huting areas in the neighborhood.  Talk about original "Stump Sitters".
ChuckC

I'm with Killdeer - that sure looks like a finger to me.  If not that then something else was hanging down in front of the lense.  Failing that - you say it was raining - maybe thats a result of some bit of your camera being wetter than normal.

The flash caught a raindrop passing in front of the lens? Lin

The Ghost of Christmas Past??   :knothead:    :knothead:

whump- it is a digital camera... perhaps indeed the picture is too   :rolleyes:  me thinks Killy is right. I can experiment and find out..

As Killy says.  I blev dats a lef-han pinky fingar!

Whump Sez: I will vote pinky finger now too---I am glad I didn't say it was a protoplasm vortex!

?Any of you guys ever have anything strange happen while hunting that you just can't explain?"

Well yes -- everything I actually manage to kill something!
 :biglaugh:

Whump Sez; Ok ----"3 Red lights in the pasture" besides I have a headache from reading the cougar thread.  Several years ago my brother-in-law and I  made a trip up to the barn to shoot rats with 22 pistols. We would shoot a while and stand outside and let the barn quiet down for a while. It was a little foggy that night.  During one of our secessions outside my friend pointed out some pulsating red lights about 300 yds away coming down a rd just like a car with the headlights out. Now we were behind a locked gate and a fenced pasture so no one could get in there without tearing something down.  You could see that the lights were on the back of something at the time as they were shielded. As the lights approached we could see across the end of this thing now and the lights were clearly visible going on and off pulsating, but we could not see any particular shape of the object they were on.  The object turned and went across a ditch that was straight down about 10feet deep, at this time we both realized we were not looking at a vehicle such as a car or truck. Now at this point the object was only about 70 yds from us but moving away very slowly.We also never heard any motor noise of any kind. I hurried off the hill we were on, climbed in and out of the ditch and walked toward the last position of the lights. When I arrived there was only black angus cows herded up and they scattered a bit as I walked in between them. We rode the perimeter of the place and looked for any sign that someone had driven through the fence and could find nothing. We both are still scratching our heads about this one. Hunt safe.   :confused:

This is a great thread...but I was all pumped to go out solo in a few weeks and now I'm ..well not as much so. I might start a thread about solo outings that didn't scare people.

On the owl stories. The husband of a friend of mine from HS was in a tree. Think it was morning but he was fully camoed and head net etc. If you've seen an owl fly you know there isn't any noise so without warning a big owl basically removed his eye. He managed to climb down from the tree and find his buddy to help him get out. Guess the eye was there but can't see much after it was repaired. Guess that speaks to the wiseness of doing a solo hunt also.

Keep 'em coming.

TTT

this has been some fun reading

This HAS TxAg been fun. Anyone else? Not while bowhunting just camping, sleeping in just a mummybag under the stars with a .22 pistol in my boot beside me. I ended up waking up to a cold nose on my face grabbed for the pistol and it wasn't there. Grabbed the flashlight and a coyote had been inspecting me and knocked my boot "holster" about 5 yards away from me. The next morning I found tracks all around where my bag was.

:rolleyes:    :rolleyes:    :rolleyes:    :rolleyes:

I grew up coon hunting back in the mid-80s there was real good money in hides. Ever so often we'd hear stories of one thing or the other. Ghosts and such. I asked grampa if he had ever had a experience like that. he said no Really nothing? No son and I can prove it...How grampa? cuz we still go huntin, if I had something like that happen I wouldn't go anymore......LOL

(http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww111/elkherder/gerber.jpg)

lets not forget fred eichlers video.  that was pretty freaky and makes you wonder.i recently ran into this giant by mount st,helens as he was just doing an autograph session.

ok ok ....a while back i was guiding bowhunters in the eaglecap wilderness.one of the wranglers and i had just gotten back to camp after running feed for the horses to one camp.we were sitting around the campfire in the middle of the afternoon.the wrangler wanted some pointers on bugling bulls so i got my bugle from the tent and walked to the edge of camp looking down towards the river below us.around 100 yds away.i bugled once and was immediatley answered by a roaring howling type of call.it was no elk.was no cougar or bear.i cannot begin to say what it was.it scared the hell out of both of us i do know that much.i bugled at it two more times and we heard rocks hitting rocks in the water and on the shore.we got the guns out just in case but nothing happened after that.we were pretty jumpy for a while.

PAPA BEAR that was about as chilling a story as I've read on here.

I found myself asking the question.

"How long would it have taken me to pack up camp?"

I mean if something makes me want to pick up a firearm in the middle of daylight, I most likely won't be sleeping there that night...lol

Thanks! I think...lol

God bless,Mudd

This is one cool thread.  Never met the Booger Man, but I can tell some of ya'll have...

Back in the mid to late 60's a cousin (Mike)and I decided to do an overnight campout on the back part of our farm. We were about 9 or 10 yrs old at the time. That part of the farm was "wilderness" to us two boys back then. It had a large creek running through it and plenty of non tillable property to explore. Even back then there were stories of cougars and bobcats floating around. Being close to the Mississippi river bluffs and the limestone caves that are in them made these stories believable enough for young explorere's to give our campout an edge of "danger". We fire up the old Ellis Chalmers tractor, hooked up a hay wagon and head for the "crick". We have a pup tent and some blankets, fishing poles and a 20 ga. shotgun.
We catch some small fish for supper and get a fire going.
It's not long before we get each other spooked from telling stories in the dark around the fire. We finally get in the tent (with the 20 ga.) and try to sleep.
Sometime later we hear the most god-awfull screaming coming from across the creek and up the holler aways. We can't tell how far but it ain't far enough for us and sounds like it might be closing in. It stops and starts every few seconds. We get out the flashlight and shine it around but seeing each others expression in the light just scares us more. Mike finally talks me into firing off a round out of the 20 ga.
The noise didn't stop right away but it did taper off and stop after a minute or so.

The next morning were up pretty early and thinking we should maybe get packed up to get back to the house. After some discussion our nerve got a little stiffer so we took a peek up the creek aways to see if we could discover the source of all the cammotion in the night. We took along the 20!
We weren't finding any conclusive evidence of maneating cats and had traveled almost to the neighbors fence at the far back part of the farm.
Suddenly we heard some feeder lids clang shut across the fence and realized Joe Walsh had put sows in his timber to farrow and the screaming we heard were hogs fighting!!

We just gave each other that "look" and busted out laughing. We still laugh about it.

Papa Bear,
Do a search online for " The Colorado Howl"..
It is a recording of a possible bigfoot/sasquatch or something in the mountains of Colorado, the San Juans I think.
I don't know how to post links here but it is available somewhere if you search it.
I'd like your opinion if the sound you heard was similar.
John

OK, my turn.

First one. I'm with my dad and brother driving through Mississippi. I'm ten years old. I see this ape-thing off in the distance. Bent down, scooping water from a crick and drinking. I tell them I see a Bigfoot and they just laugh. I find out later that the North American Ape is different than Bigfoot. What I saw was apelike, so I was mistaken at the time. I saw a Nape!

Second one. Me and the wife are camping on Palomar Mountain in San Diego/Escondido. We were with another couple. They left after the first night. That day was uneventful. But later in the evening, I felt as if we were being watched. This lasted all evening. My wife felt it too. We decided to hit the hay. But I kept my pistol handy as we went into the tent. Finally, we turned off the tent light-thingy and laid down. No more than 5 minutes later we hear something two legged running at breakneck speed right through our camp. We got out and looked. Nothing. We figured it was an illegal alien or something. Guy sure was fast,and his feet thumped the ground. Later that night, I had to make a nature call. When I got out of the tent, without my flashlight, I noticed how dark it was. I could barely see. Then I started wondering how somebody could run full speed through the woods on this moonless night. Hmmmm.

Third and last story. Not mine. My brother was an Army Ranger. He was stationed at Ft. Lewis, WA in the 70's. Parts of Ft. Lewis are "old growth" forests that they seal off. Every 20 years or so they open up one area and close another for trainning. So they just opened this one area and the Rangers go on patrol. He said they found a spot to lay down an ambush and were hiding. Then they heard this loud crashing noise. Something was coming! They saw this huge manlike shadow at the top of a hill! It was bigger than any man, and my bro is 6'3" and 225 at the time. They were all scared cause they only had blanks. So what did they do? They lit off their rounds full auto! LOL. That thing took off like a banshee. Then they looked at each other and said stuff like, "I didn't see nutin". Reporting bigfoot is a career-killer. LOL.

sendero...the call was similar at the end but the start was very deep and roarlike with a howl sound at the end.

Thanks Papa Bear,  I appreciate your opinion.  I'd like to hear something like that sometime...but not too close!

whatever it was it was pretty close.i can take ya up there for a looksee if'n ya wanna check it out.  :readit:    :D    :D  ....i can also show you a cave up on the mountain where something with black hair lives.

If I could get away, and afford the trip, I would take ya' up on it!
I'm a "closet cryptozoologist"..I've always been fascinated by strange animals that live where they shouldn't be!  I've had a few strange occurances here in Floida, we call it the "Skunk Ape"..
Thanks again Papa Bear
John

A few of those stories will get your attention for sure. I had a experience leaving the woods one afternoon after deer hunting. As I was heading out of the woods I was near a swamp area just off the river bottom. I had a wierd feeling not sure what it was and I heard someone call my name so clear "KERRY" I turned to look thinking my brother in-law was coming and did not want to get shot. I called back yeah over hear nothing dead quite, I started moving a little quicker and got a really strange feeling again and then just a cool rush of air and then gone. This was late afternoon late August no cool air in South Carolina this time of year. Never saw anything just a strange experience.

Here`s one. Not scary, but strange for sure.

It`s the last weekend of September 2006. My oldest son`s very FIRST bowhunt. It was the youth hunt here in Michigan. The law was recently changed and it allowed those ten and up to bowhunt. He was eleven at the time. He got a jump by one year.

In the predawn darkness, we were preparing to "hit the woods". Normally, he has little to say...choosing to listen. This morning was different. He had been bowhunting many times before, but only as an observer. He was talking non-stop. I loved every minute of it.

Everything was ready, and we were about to walk to our stand. It was DEAD silent, and I told him to come closer so I could help him get his "hunter" orange vest on. "Do I REALLY have to wear an orange vest?" he asked. Knowing that "bowhunters" try very hard to hide.

Suddenly, from the darkness behind us, a deep voice answered his question. "YES you do!!!"

Even I was more than a bit startled. It was a Michigan Conservation Officer...doing his job.
Talk about SNEAKY.

After checking his license, he wished us luck as he walked away.

We saw only a noisey opossum that morning. But my son remembers the handshake...and the booming voice.

Where he came from, or where he went, I truely don`t know.

I love this thread, and I read almost all of the stories here. There are some very good story tellers in this group, that's for sure. I really enjoy reading about everyone's adventures, mishaps, and strange happenings.

I think that since you all have been primed already by the Bigfoot encounters, strange "Lights", and possible UFO stories, you may be ready for mine now?

The one thing that was missing from almost, but not all the stories was picture proof.
Well, I have it.

I'm not going to try to explain it much once I post the picture, but I will give you all the background info leading up to it and some of the really strange happenings on this certain lease of property that we enjoyed for 15 years.
The picture itself is un-explainable. Believe me I tried, and others have tried. I even sent it to a paranormal investigator in the state of Missouri who used it in one of his books. My story has it's own section dedicated to the information I gave him along with the picture.
I also sent the picture to several paranormal/extraterrestrial oriented websites and they all come up with nothing except theories, yet no one has been able to just explain it away as natural phenomena or man made.

The photo has been examined by several experts that all determined that the picture is not faked, nor photo shopped, or tampered in any way from it's original form. Natural pnenomena like ball lightning and swamp gas has also been ruled out. No swamp gas, because there is no swamp nearby and the location was actually atop a ridge on our property.
Headlights have also been ruled out due to the lack of roads in the area. Planes, helicopters, ect. are also impossible because of the dense tree canopy surrounding the area.

Have I got your attention yet?

There's more background stories to tell before you get to see the photo.

To be continued.................

Uh oh! We're being "Lambed" with this one...lol

God bless, Mudd

No Mudd, I'm not trying to rope anybody in with this one. It's the honest truth.

Let me start by saying that "Weird and Strange" things have happened to me off and on my whole life. At times it seemed like I was a magnet for it? My older brother has had some experiences, but nothing like I have, but at least he doesn't laugh at me when I tell him something that other people would laugh at.
Sometimes just simple things like when I lived alone and nobody was ever inside my house but me, the remote to the TV or VCR would come up missing and be gone for maybe a week or more. Then about the time I would just consider it gone, it would just show up on the arm of the couch or the kitchen table in plain sight like it had been there all along.
Keys were a constant battle to keep track of, as well as scissors and cell phones.
Simple small things that just made me scratch my head, but yet too obvious to just pass it off as coincidence.

With that piece of info....here's my story.

This particular piece of property is pretty isolated from anything. It's at least a mile off the nearest paved road and the only way in or out is through an easement road that's always muddy with big pot holes and ruts. It only gets traveled by people who hunt back there. There is one other farm behind ours and those guys come in and out during hunting season, and maybe an occasional guest that drives back to their place and that's it except for us.

I don't know much history on the property except that there was an old colored man that live there some years ago and everybody who ever knew him just called him Willy. There was a house there that I suppose old Willy lived in, but it must have burned down because all there was left was part of an old foundation.

I bought an old camper for $200 bucks that I hauled to this property so I would have someplace to sleep when I would go there to hunt. I stayed in it almost every weekend, sometimes for 3 days if I could get off work, and it was like my own little paradise at the property. Peace, solitude, and most of all quiet and no people around to interrupt any of the above.

I noticed almost immediately that there was something a little off or just different about this place. It almost seemed like when I was there alone, no one around but me and nature.....I never quite felt alone? Not really like I was being watched, but like there was a presence there that was constantly around me? It's hard to explain because it's more of a feeling than anything else.

Remember when I said that I had a hard time keeping track of things, when I knew exactly where they "Should Be" but they weren't??
Well, that behavior started up almost immediately with me staying down there by myself. There was something there with me, and it was mischievous. Not only did things constantly keep disappearing like my hatchet that I used to split kindling, my camo jacket that was on the bed in the camper that ended up underneath my truck, and the keys the outhouse door which always hung on a hook inside the camper door.
But also  whatever this was liked to play tricks on me.

I awoke one night from a sound sleep to something very loud. I don't know what the sound was because I was sleeping so soundly, but it was so loud that is certainly had to be inside the camper with me! I didn't have electricity so I grabbed my flashlight and looked all around, but didn't see anything at all in there with me. I finally just convinced myself that it was just a raccoon or something that must have jumped off of a tree limb and landed on top of the camper.

Since I was already awake, I figured I might as well heed the call of nature before crawling back into bed, so I slipped on my boots and headed for the door. I grabbed the handle of the door, turned it, and to my astonishment the door wouldn't open? I thought.....that's strange. It only locks from the inside and not the outside unless you use a key, which I haven't had since I bought the camper. So I tried the door again, this time putting my shoulder into it and I couldn't budge the door! It felt as if something had barred the door from the outside?
I started to panic a little bit and yelled as loud as I could for whatever had locked me in my camper had better let me out!!
Then I tried the door again....still would not budge. I even tried putting my hands on the counter top and jumping into the air while supporting my body on the counter and mule kicking the door with both feet....nothing!
That door wouldn't even creak, groan, rattle, or crack.....it was as if it were made of solid steel welded at the seams??

Now I'm really freaking out, I realized that I'm stuck inside the camper, I have to pee, and I'm pissed because I have no idea how I'm going to get out of here. The windows are tiny and I'm big, there's no way I can fit through one of those. So it's either get that door open or claw my way through the ceiling?

I lit my lantern so I would have some light to work by and started digging for any tools that I could find. I finally came up with an old roofing hammer....the kind with the little hatchet head on one side and a flat face hammer on the other, and a screwdriver.

I managed to take the door knob off and went to prying at the plunger, but still couldn't get this damn door to budge!
By now I'm sweating, I'm tired, and I'm mad. I've tried my best to be sensible about this, now it's time to end it. Luckily I always kept a loaded shotgun on the spare bed inside my camper and I have some 12ga. slugs in one of the drawers, so I loaded up 3 rounds of slugs.
I put in a pair of earplugs that I also kept in one of the drawers for when we target practice there from time to time, and proceeded to shoot the hinges off the camper door.
It took 6 shots from point blank range to blow enough holes around those hinges so I could finally kick the entire door off the frame!

Now that I'm out of my prison cell, I look all around outside the camper, around the area with my flashlight and there is nothing out there, but the crickets chirping! Needless to say I didn't get anymore sleep that night!

I stayed up sitting by the campfire watching it burn until it got daylight enough that I could look around my camper real good for any signs of mischief. I couldn't find one single track, nothing to block the door with, not even a blade of grass out of place except for the ditches in the dirt that my 1oz. slugs carved into the ground as they exited the camper door.

True Story.....all of it.

This has gotten so long that I will post my picture in another reply.

You got my attention bud!

Maybe this will help...  :coffee:  

Now get on with it!  :goldtooth:

Oops! a little late!

Now that you have some background on my experiences at the property, this is a few pictures of the weird and unexplained that I caught on my Moultrie Game Spy camera. This camera was placed on a trail in a small clearing that's situated in one of the thickest, most dense places on the whole property.
I put it there because that's where I planned to hunt on opening morning of rifle season.
I figured that a Big ol buck would be using that trail as an escape route when the shooting started and it would lead him right into my lap.

The camera is digital 8 mega pixels, and it was set for high resolution, 3 shot burst mode.
The time stamp is screwed up on the pics, I got the AM PM backwards. The pics say 7AM but it's actually 7PM. These have not been edited at all and are completely untouched just the way they were taken. You all can make up your own assumptions, I know I sure have!


This picture is the one before the Ghost Lights picture that was taken just seconds before.

(http://i714.photobucket.com/albums/ww146/mohunter68/ICAM0002.jpg)

This is the picture of the Ghost Lights. I have no idea what they are, but they are both in motion and moving in different directions from each other.

(http://i714.photobucket.com/albums/ww146/mohunter68/ICAM0003.jpg)

This is a picture of a big doe that I included for referrence so you all could see how high up these lights are as compared to the height of the deer's back. I'm guessing that it's up around 10-12 feet or so?? Hard to say.

(http://i714.photobucket.com/albums/ww146/mohunter68/ICAM0004.jpg)

Spooky!

Well, maybe I just took the weirdness level up a notch? Anybody care to comment, you won't offend me......I just wanted to share something with you all that you may never get to see in your whole life. I only call them Ghost Lights because I have no idea what they could be and they look kinda "Ghostly" to me. But they could be paranormal, or extraterrestrial?? I haven't any clue.

Incidently, I contiued to stay at that hunting property by myself all the way up until we lost our lease this past February. I was determined that nothing was going to run me off and ruin my little piece of paradise there that I loved so much. So I fixed the camper door, this time with a padlock instead of the door handle, and stayed there every weekend all the way through hunting season. The weird occurances continued on, but nothing like that night when I was locked inside my own camper.

This is strange.. I took this pic myself with my own camera.  Even I didn't notice until a week or so later when putting them in my album.  In August 2008 I went Antelope hunting in SD and did a bit of sightseeing on the way home...
On my honor this is NOT photoshopped..

What do you see in the granite to the far left side of Washington's face...???

(http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/JDS3_2006/Nature-Wild%20Places/100_1745.jpg)

SEMO Hunter, I think the "ghost lights" are flying insects very close to the camera at the time of the second picture.  Probably attracted by the first flash a few seconds before.

But your camper cell story...   :scared:    :scared:    :scared:

QuoteOriginally posted by Braveheart Archery:
SEMO Hunter, I think the "ghost lights" are flying insects very close to the camera at the time of the second picture.  Probably attracted by the first flash a few seconds before.

But your camper cell story...    :scared:      :scared:      :scared:  

That's what I was thinking.  That camper story is freaky though.

My Turn....I was out hunting some state land and as darkness came I thought well I'd better get down from my treestand and pack up cause hunting time was over..As I was getting my Summit stand together I heard a "Hello" from what seemed like it was coming from  the bottom  of a little hill I was on near a little stream...I thought Ahh it's just my imagination is all and next thing you know I heard "What are you doing" Hello! I looked as hard as I could for a light from the voice and I said Hello back..The voice started to laugh at me and said plain as day, " What are you doing"? I started to get worried cause the voice was of a women so I started shining my flashlight down the hill but nothing...I thought maybe there is a lost women back here and can't find her way out...I looked around for awhile and nothing or nobody so I started to head out the woods on a fast walk and heard the "Hello" again and thinking whoever is calling me is now following me...As I came out to a field and got some deep breaths I decided to wait and see what or who was in the woods following me ...Hmmm I thought better make a B line straight to my truck so as I reached into my pocket to get my keys I noticed I had my cell phone in my pocket also and I then figured out I somehow called my sister in law by pushing the send button when I was packing my stand out...So I called her and she just cracked up cause she said she heard some leaves crunching really fast and couldn't quite figure out what it was comeing from....   :o

QuoteOriginally posted by John3:
This is strange.. I took this pic myself with my own camera.  Even I didn't notice until a week or so later when putting them in my album.  In August 2008 I went Antelope hunting in SD and did a bit of sightseeing on the way home...
On my honor this is NOT photoshopped..

What do you see in the granite to the far left side of Washington's face...???

 (http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/JDS3_2006/Nature-Wild%20Places/100_1745.jpg)

What are we supposed to be looking for? I only see another president's face carved into the stone. Are you referring to Washington's left or the left side of the frame?
I don't see anything??

Help me out a bit.

I think I see a naturally occurring face in the rock to the left of Washington.

But I have a very vivid imagination too!...lol

God bless,Mudd

Looks like an Alien!

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Originally posted by Keefer:
some sort of Alien "kind of like the president we have now"....   :readit: