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Has anyone had a supernatural experience in the wild?Thought this would be fun.

Besides Ron La Clair on Armstrong creek.

I have supernatural experiences in the wilderness all the time when I stump shoot. We have something like the Bermuda Triangle here. Always one arrow I can't find.

When I was a boy in Maine I heard a couger scream. That was pretty super-natural since there were not supposed to be any in the state, it was late night and a 10 year old imagination on a overnight fishing trip in the North woods pretty much sealed it. I was thankful it was way up on the mountain... and that Dad was snoring about a foot away from me. Stood the hair up I'll tell ya!

Joshua

Yes. I am on my iPhone so I won't type it out right now  but I have had a very real supernatural experience. No ghosts but incredibly spooky nonetheless. It involves an almost 200 year old grave I didn't know about. I get the creeps just thinking about it and I don't consider myself a believer in ghosts....

When I go stump shooting, sometimes I swear the stump moves out of the way and then my arrow just vanishes... Freaky.

I often talk to God in the wild... yeah, supernatural experience every time I do!

I'm with fnshtr on this one. How can it not be supernatural... it's simply amazing!! Thank God!

God bless,Mudd

aint this fun?My supernatural experience usually involves deer haveing a sixth sence that I'm around.

yes

Sure.I saw a big deer one time while hunting.Had to have been magic or something like it.  :D

GOD is omnipresent, Think about that one a little! :pray:  Jason

Hmm, perhaps not supernatural but a bit nerve wracking.  

When I was 23, I went backpacking alone in the Indian Heavan Wilderness.  One night I was sitting by a small camp fire, I heard an animal scream in the distance and wondered what it was since I had never heard anything like it.  Over the next hour the screams came closer to my camp until they were about 200 yards out in the timber. I could hear a heavy animal moving around but couldn't see anything due to an overcast sky and being night blind due to the fire.

I know it wasn't a cougar, I have heard them plenty of times. An you never hear them moving around.  Bears don't scream and nothing else around here does either.  I never did figure out what was doing all the screaming and moving about.  

I spent a long night sitting up by what went from a small fire to a bonfire in no time at all.  Weirdest experience I have ever had in the woods.  

Local indian lore calls that area Sasquatch home turf. There are lots of legends about the local indians having encounters with them in that specific area. Definately put a tingle into the old nervous centers that night.

I spent three more days in the area and never heard another thing.

That's one big Bermuda triangle--it's in my backyard, too.

Sometimes when I let loose of an arrow, I can feel it in my bones it's going to be a good shot. Other times I can feel it's going to be not so good.

QuoteOriginally posted by Mudd:
I'm with fnshtr on this one. How can it not be supernatural... it's simply amazing!! Thank God!

God bless,Mudd

Me 3 Gents!  Its all about spirituality in Nature.  Every animal, taken or not, is a gift from God.

Yes sometimes i think animals just appear and disapear 1 minute hes right there and u look around and were did he go noone nos

Thought I was being attacked one morning in the pitch black walked under a couple trees full of roosting turkey. Turkey had just been introduced to the area. Bark,leaves, and other debris was falling around me as they took off. I about dropped to my knees.

One of the best supernatural is watching the sunrise and the sunset each day.

i was camping on a island on a lake here is north east texas.  huning fishing and trapping beavers and coons.  me my father a freind of mine  and my uncle and cousin where sharing a camp.  about 9 pm is was all dark, except for out fire, and across the way on the mainland we seen a red light.  at first we figured is was a light from a boat or a coon hunter on the shore. to big to be a boat light  but not movement at all so we ruled out the coon hunter thing.  we watched it for about 30 minutes.  then we started calling to it to see if someone would respond. we used all the calls that most folks around here relate to someone trying to get thier attention.  nothing .  it stayed there for another hour before just going out . no slowing but just gone.  we still dont know what it was.  later when i got my boat i went back to that island to see what was in that area (trails or what not)  not trails or anyhting . and it was miles form the nearest road through very very thick cover.  still a mystery that me and my dad talk about.

Once years ago I was tracking a buck in a large corn field with the help of an early snow shower.  I saw the buck duck into the corn.  every so off I could hear the corn leaves scrapping, I working very quietly towards the center of the field.  Step at a time, it seemed to be inching his way in my direction from a long way off.  Bit by bit I seemed to be gaining on it.  then with out any warning at all their it was right in front of me, Toad Smith!

oops I flinched

A few years back I was gun hunting with my brother when he shot a doe in base of the neck with his '06 at about 30 yds.  The woods were wide open mature timber with no undetstory.  The deer threw up its tail and loped off.  We walked over to the great blood trail leaving behind everything but his rifle.  While were were talking about how the deer had to be down a man suddenly spoke up about 3 feet behind us and said, "You'll never get that deer."  We looked at each other then back at the trail and my brother said look at this blood what do you mean we'll never get it?  He was gone.  We followed that deer through a sudden blizzard finally being rescued at 4 a.m. 13 miles away from the shot.  We "did" get the deer but almost wished we hadn't!

thats a weird one longbowman

I have had two experieces with birds I thought were weird,maybe not supernatrual but weird.

Once while having a tough day of still hunting, I had not seen a deer all day. I came to the edge of some thick timber and notice that I was right under a beautiful Red Tail hawk. I was watching it above my head really taking in the moment. For some odd reason I asked it softly where were all the deer. It then flew from the tree to about a hundred yards to my left and landed. It started making alot of noise so I walk on down the trail I was on. I hadn't made it a 20 yards when two buck stood up from the tree the hawk flew to. Weird! They were the only deer I seen all day.

  This last sping bear hunting I was in my tree stand watching all the chipmunks and birds feasting. Then a big raven flew in really making a scene,squaking swopping at me,ect. Finaly after about a hour of that it was getting on my nerves. I jokinly said if you leave I will save you a gut pile. The bird left right after I asked it to leave. 20 mins later I harvest my frist bear. I had to leave and come back the next morning to get my bear because of a bad lighting storm. As I was skinning and quarting the bear when I look to my side and there was that raven,almost like it appeared out of no were. That stupid raven hung around me the whole time it was maybe 3-5 yards away. I have never had a raven hang that close before and for so long. It was like he was waiting for that gut pile I had promised.

  I am sure that that these birds are not supernatural(or I'm not either) but it's sure fun to think so.

No.

i like this keep them coming

In 1990 my dad and hunting buddy passed away in a fatal car accident. It was on Dec 13th. He died before he could get to the hospital. It sent our entire family reeling. I took a few weeks off from work to try and process everything. The only way I could process things was to get off into the woods. I would be alone and be able to talk to him. I heading into the woods one morning but was missing him deeply so I figured I would just head out and back home. As I walked out of the woods on an old fire road I can remember say out loud "I wish I could just see him one more time so he can let me know everything will be OK".  At that instant I heard a branch crack behind me I turned to see a beautiful golden retriever with noo tags standing right behind me. I called him over and he walked right up to me. I bent down and he put his head right in my hands. I petted his head for a few seconds then he turned and walked back into the woods. Now i guess here is the super natural part. I hunted this property about 120 acres for about 5 years and never saw this dog in the wood before. I continued hunting this area for another 3-4 years and never saw the dog again. I mentioned the dog to the land owner in case some was looking for the dog. Again no tags and she said she had never seen a dog fitting that description on the property or in the area before. Kind of spooky, but you know everything was OK. That was 19 years ago.

That one made the hair stand up on my arms Pete. Wow. Sad.

That was your Dad for sure.


I hunt a very large ranch here in W. TX that has been in my buddy's family since they bought it in 1853. The patriarch of the family and driving force of the ranch lived to be 94 and was killed in a car crash, of all things. This man's presence can be felt on that ranch everywhere, as can others around the dwellings built there. When I hunt there I get out and walk and see everything. I shot a doe about two years ago and said a little thank you to him for allowing me the doe and being on the wonderful property of his family. Right after that I started finding sheds! I find all kind of hidden stuff there while hunting. I guess being on 150,000 acres alone would increase the odds, but I could literally almost see the guy watching me over my shoulder. I knew he was there.

Same thing happened to me at another piece of property I hunt on in E. Texas with another friend, it's a large place that has a very old large home on it. It has been added on to and accommodates the extended family he has. I went during the week to hunt and work remotely, and I was there in the house alone and I had an extremely clear picture of an old woman watching me, an almost photographic image and thought she's just sitting there in the room in her chair. I later learned nobody will stay in that house alone, some won't even go inside at all alone. Tough cowboys that work there won't go in that house alone. I just smiled and thanked her for having me there.

I believe this stuff.

Just my experiences....

I was heading back to elk camp once in the mountains and it was getting darker than I wanted it to.  Real quick.  I was pretty sure of where I was in relationship to the way back to camp, but all of a sudden I saw the remains of some old cabins and they weren't supposed to be there...  They were supposed to be a couple of ridges over. Well that discombobulated me in a hurry.

All of a sudden everywhere I looked, nothing looked familiar and I felt a twinge in my gut.  It was a little fear pang.

I didn't want to spend the night out there.  I had everything I needed, but it would be embarrassing to say the least.

Anyway, I started moving faster and faster and feeling more anxious when all of a sudden I got the thought that I should pray.  I knelt down right there and prayed, asking God to show me the way back to camp.  Right after I finished, I heard voices.  Those voices were coming from a camp I needed to pass by to get to mine. I thanked God and all my fears melted away.  I visited with the neighbors a while, enjoying the fire and the companionship before heading back to my camp.

Praise God!  He's always there when I need Him.  todd

I recall also my fatherinlaw lost a really nice deer he shot with his longbow probably about 10 years ago, on our South TX lease, it was huge and wild as can be, in that South TX way. So he goes out and looks for it and loks for it, and he's stumped, which is rare for him. He goes back the next day and a Caracara bird lands near him, looking at him and the wind starts blowing and then it got kind of still or spooky, he just noticed it and how the bird sort of appeared from nowhere, so he asks the bird "where's the deer..." and it flies off. He later sees a Caracara bird sitting in a tree in a spot where he had looked over and over for the deer, repeatedly. Sure enough, there was that deer dead at the base of the tree. It freaked him out pretty good.

It's a long story, but it involves Menehune in Maui. Absolutely fantastic and beyond natural for sure.

This happened years ago when I was shooting on our 3d range, which is in the woods about 10 min. from my house. We use to have 3d animals out all summer to practice on.

Well one day I was in the woods (4-5 hundred yards) shooting at our targets when I pulled my arrows out of the 3d and started to walked back the the trail, and someone said my name (Alan) twice. It was like they were standing close to me. I forgot to mention  when I got there I was the only one, no other truck/car was there.

I turned around and no one was there. I said out loud who's there and nobody answered. I asked again, for I thought someone must of come in when I was shooting. No body showed  them selfs so I finished shooting and walked out. When I got out to my truck I was the only one there.

I told a few people and they said they would not go shoot by them selfs again. I thought it was kind of cool.

The day it stops being spiritual, I'm done.

My only supernatural experience was when I had to do #2 and had some sweet roll on hand...LOL seriously I always see crap that ain't there.

The short version of this story is that I had the fortune to take a nice Javelina right at sunset on the 2005 Texas Sweat Hunt. Curtis Kellar & Charlie Lamb as well as others helped me on the blood trail. When we found her, we also found a surprise that had us all at a loss for words:


Look above her head, midway along the nose on the ground.

    (http://www.tradgang.com/terryimages/havi2.JPG)  


Close up:

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I still have the stonepoint and always will. I also still get chills thinking about it all.  


The full story can be found at:

  Archive Highlights Texas Sweat 2005 (http://tradgang.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=90;t=000031;p=8)

Yea, 16 years old in West TX got out of my blind and and started bowhunting squirrels. Got lost BAD . Prayed for guidance. Found coyote prints and remembered seeing them next to the blind I had left. Backtracked them and they lead me to my blind several hundred yards away. Had already had a deep belief in Native Spirituality but then accepted the Coyote as my Guide,

My brother-in-law has a lodge in Presque Isle Mi. Sometimes when you get back from hunting the radio will be on,or lights will be on that wasn't on before.Many peaple have expirienced the same thing.Kinda spooks you when you there by yourself.The hunting is good so I put up with it.

Pretty neat stories and got me to thinking i might share this after thirty three years. I was around 16 years old at the time. I was sitting in my tree stand across the farm from Dad. Now back than we usually sat in the tree until it got real dark. As i sat there waiting to see his flashlight across the fields, something smashed into my Ambusher stand and i slipped and dropped my bow out of the tree to the ground. I hung on there trying not to fall out, something was breathing at the base of the stand. Like i said, it was pitch black and my flashlight was in the pack on the ground 16 feet below me. I yelled at it but it never moved and i couldn't make anything out. It stayed there breathing. I finally seen dad and his light coming across the field and i yelled to him. He didn't hear me. I again yelled at what ever was below me, hoping it was someone playing a joke on me. But after threatening to kill it with my knife it still stayed there. After a while Dad got worried and came down the field with the truck to check on me. Cause man i wasn't moving from that perch. When the truck came around the bend of the field what ever it was ran off and jumped the ditch behind me. When dad pulled up i jumped to the ground running for that truck. I was shaking like a dog crapping razor blades. And white as a ghost. Dad had to retrieve my bow and pack and he made fun of me all the way home... saying it was probably a old buck trying to breed me.. the next day i went back (in the light) and checked it out. No deer tracks or any tracks around or across the ditch.. i pulled the stand and never went back there again.

Ever hear of the Jersey Devil...Me to!

Well i guess my story is a little differnt.Several guys have mentioned animals as omens.Im not a superstisous the only spirit i belive in is the holy spirit.But my animal is black cats. Its crazy but if i see a black cat in the woods or on my way to the woods its on. My best friends and hunting partners thing is a screaming hawk.If he hears one hes goin to have a good day. I think sometimes God does stuff like this to assure us to stay put,or to motivate us to get out there and do it.

Vic that's freakin' scary. That's not supernatural, that's awful. Yikes. I would have soiled myself.

I also dont belive in spell check ok.LOL

Keep them coming guys! I'm really enjoying this.  Ben

Yea, Highpoint if that happened to me now. I can assure you i would soil my pants. I was lucky enough to be taken bow hunting at a young age and kept with it ever year since 1968. Lots of things i have seen and things I wished i hadn't seen. But here's a story that happened a few years ago that has me wondering. I was sitting in a draw that ran out to the highway. About dark a nice buck came walking along the draw to me. I sat up and got on my knees ready for him. As he came up fifteen yards broadside i put an arrow behind the front leg and he ran off into the switch grass leaving little blood trail. Long story short i looked for two days for him using my mule. And a friend using a fourwheeler in that small but tall field. I searched within a mile area on the farm and no luck. I wasn't happy. That weekend i went back to that same spot to try it again and when i walked up to the tree i sat by, there was my carbon arrow i shot the deer with. No Blood, No fat, looked brand new as the minute i released it. Now someone explain that to me??

Kinslow I think that is pretty cool. I have had mulitple times I have shoot at deer and missed and found arrow heads with in a foot or two of my arrow. I just played it as I must be hunting traditional trails. Everytime I miss or looking for blood I am looking for heads too. I have even thought of doing a tread on it before.

Neat stories. I have had many supernatural experiences with God. Several have been brought to mind here but one stands out.

40 years ago at age 23 I went hunting with a group of men from out church in the Blue Mountains of Eastern Oregon. It was absolutely gorgeous country and the first day we saw elk get killed but did not see any to shoot myself. After several days we moved camp to get closer to the wilderness and early in the morning before light we walked in.

Now this was an area of 100 sq miles with no roads except the one we came in on and I had no maps and did not know it. We walked in in the dark and walked for several hours before we got where the guys wanted to hunt. I went up to the top of a mountail above the trail and just sat down in a nice spot and waited for daylight.

Now one interesting thing happened that I have never been able to explain. On the way in and about a half mile from camp I noticed this large white rock by the trail. I really keyed on it for some weird reason. It was in my mind.

I sat on the hill until well after sunup and I heard some elk and moved down the hill toward them but never got on them. I walked back up to the top of the hill and sat for a while and decides to work my way back to the trail and toward camp. I walked clear to the bottom of the canyon and no trail. I walked back to the tree where I had been on the top of the hill ,. Oriented myself and walked off down another drainage. No trail. I walked back up to the top of the hill and tried again. No trail. Now I am really getting upset (say scared) I am not prepared in any way to stay in these mountains and its raining now and I am wet and cold. I check my matches and they are wet. No compass. totally unprepared to survive.I take stock of where I had already gone and thought I had enough energy to go one more time. I did , no trail/

I realize now that I am lost. I still know where the top of the mountain is but somehow the trail has disappeared.

I decide to walk the ridges and see if I can get to a place where I see a road , a trail or anything. I walk for about 8 hours and nothing. Now I want to seriously kill and elk for his hide. I have pleanty of water but I am colder than all getout and I am afraid I will ge hypothermia and die in the night from the chill, Low thirtys and soaked. Its raining pretty steady and hard.

I have to be honest I am really getting scared now and I know I am lost. I go through the, here I am thing that I am going to die and my wife and children will never even know what happened to me and the blame game of how stupid I am to be out here without any way to survive. But it was only going to be a morning hunt with a good trail to walk in on and out on. No problem!!!

I am walking along and I think of that little picture of the two kids walking over a bridge and an angel watching them and holding their hands. I raise my hand up and literally say God, I need you to take me out of here because I am lost without you. I see this canyon with terrible blow downs in it and something says go there. I look at it and say I don't want to go into that mess that is why I am walking on the ridge tops. Then I look at my hand up in the air and think , you ask God to take you out , now you need to trust him,. Into the blowdowns I go./ What a mess!!!

I get in there and stumble around for about an hour and all the time I am saying God, I need you. I come across a trail and start walking on it and an hour later I see this big white rock. Its the rock I saw on the way in in the morning. I come into camp at 11 pm in the dark and I'm singing. Man I'm happy. One of the guys says they knew I had killed an elk and was taking care of it and they weren't worried at all.

I had been raised hunting and been in the woods all my life. However after that time I do not step out of the truck or leave my camp without a fanny pack , a compass. Fire, and a little food. Ever.
I have no doubt that God saved me and taught me some life lessons physical and spiritual.

God Bless, Steve

Good thread. Keep it going.

I don't have anything to add....and I'm glad  :)

As far as supernatural goes, I'm with the men of faith on this one.

I had a weird experience that I can't explain, though, about two years ago. I spent three-quarters of an hour belly crawling toward some bedded pigs. Finally, I made it to twenty-five yards or so, and was as close as I could get. One big sow was sleeping facing toward me, so I had to ease-up real slow. I studied the sleepers for some time, and eventually chose a ginger sow who was side-on at the said distance. There was a window through the scrub that I had to shoot through into her vitals. I made the shot, and they all burst-out of there, with the stricken ginger sow fleeing with the arrow waving around still in her. We followed the blood trail, and were disappointed as we realised it must've been a single lung hit. Eventually we lost the trail. We slowly continued-on to the next nearly-dry swamp, which was about six-hundred yards away. We approached it real slow, as the leaf litter was very crunchy. As we got closer, a couple of pigs started fighting in the shade near the puddle. One was a black boar, the other was a black sow. It was my friend's turn for a try with his compound. He snuck-in, and the first to present was the sow. He killed it, and the boar ran away. When we walked-up to the black sow, we noticed it had an additional fresh injury aside from the one arrow that my friend had used. My broken wooden arrow was protruding from it's flank, having gone through one lung. I shot a ginger sow, as plain as day. This pig was as black as they come. I don't know what happened there; I can't figure it out.

In 1980 I got the brilliant idea to climb to a far off meadow in Montana that we always glassed elk in from our camp.  Looking at topo maps we saw where the forrest service road came in about a mile beyond that meadow so the plan was for me to get there before daylight and then be picked up around noon on that road.  The climb turned into a granite ridge nightmare and soon the temperature was in the 80's.  I was literally mountain climbing without gear and I hadn't even taken water with me.  I prayed for God to get me out of another mess I got myself in to and He guided me up the 300 ft. dropoff.  When I reached the top I was in a timbered off area that was really 10 ft. high second growth and I have no idea where the meadow was.  I was extremely dehydrated and nearing heat exaustion.  I walked in the direction of the road but was getting very ill.  I prayed again and suddenly came to an old logging road.  The heat was awful and I was a sick puppy for sure.  I looked both ways on the road and began slowly making my way out when behind me an old mans voice says, "Where you headed?"  I nearly keeled over and turned to see this ragged "old" man standing there, no bow, no gun but wearing an old wool plaid jacket and carrying an old tattered knap sack.  I asked him if he had any water and he pulled out a "mason" jar and handed it to me.  It was warm but it was water and never tasted so good!  I drank half of it and handed it back.  He said the raods that way and I turned and took a couple steps and turned to thank him and he was gone!  I didn't tell anybody about this in camp because I was just a little freaked out but very thankful.  By the way, I'm not really a supernatural freak but I do believe God takes care of kids and fools and I'm too old to be a kid.  I'm also a minister.

When I was around 14 I was bow hunting and when it got dark I got out of my stand and started walking to the fourwheeler trail where my dad was to pick me up. My stand was about 100yrds for the trail. My dad was late getting to me becouse he had deer close to him right at dark.

So as I sat there I could here something coming from where my stand was walking very slow. As it got closer it started circleing me from my left then in front of me and then to the right side of ther trail. I couldn't see it because all I had was a mini mag light. So when it go to the right side of the trail I took a few steps toward it and then it SCREAMED VERY LOUD. It was about 20yrds away. I couldn't shoot it because I couldn't see it well enough. So when it screamed so did I and I was cussing at it and walking backwards with 2 arrows in my hands with broad heads. About that time my dad was coming on the fourwheeler and it ran off.

My dad didn't believe me at first but when we got back to the truck he could see I was scared to death.

So the next year my grandpa was hunting in the same area and he set up a trail cam. One night he got a photo of the back legs and long tail of a Black Panther. This happened in North Louisiana.

When I tell this story it still gives me chils.

I have had many super natural experiences in the woods but never a supernatural experience.

I had a stand in a thick woods I got permission to hunt that first year in 1979.I was 17.Every time I hunt there it always felt like I was being watched.I hunted this stand at least a dozzen times that year god sign and wind never saw a deer.After the season snow on the ground.I I scout the area some more and not 75 yards to my left was one grave surrounded with a old, stone fence.How I missed it scouting I don't know and it wasn't visiable from my stand.I could only make out the date on a cut rock.1721.
 That same year I met up the another guy at a little country store that hunts the farm.And he said his oldest son saw a old guy with a flint lock.Thinking the old guy was trespassing both times his son try to catch up with the guy each time he went over a hill and he couldn't find him.
 PLus him and his son both heard flint lock shots again thinking trespassing and hunt with a gun durning eary bow season.They never could find out where it came from.And hunting that same hollow and hill side he said the same thing he and his son felt like they were always being watched.They didn't hunt that area.I waunter why there were no stands in the area.I never saw him or heard shots but I did get the same feeling everytime.
 I hunted the farm for a few years but quit hunting that area also.

plus when I was younger I coon hunted alot.There was a grave yard up on a hill that Indians had gather up 17 women and childern and killed them on this same farm.But I think it was a family grave yard.My uncles 3 in all had all heard crying there.One night in did heard no crying but it sounded like kids playing.Thi happen in 1981.
 Sence then I have never had anymore exsperences.That goodnees.

Back in college at UGA I was given permission to hunt a piece of property that had one of those Historical landmark signs when you enter the place. Some big Civil War battle had taken place around the property and a building that was still standing was once an army hospital and later a school. Some old drunk care taker offered to let us use the spare bed-room but we opted to camp as we wanted the wilderness experience!

One nite the tempature seriously dropped and it got really cold-very fast. Not to mention the rain was coming down hard, throw in a leaking tent and our wilderness experience was not much fun anymore. I finally had-had enough and got  Mike up and we went up to the old house around 12:30 or 1:00 in the morning. With our sleeping bags and cots in hand, we knocked on the ft. door and no one answered! I opened the door and went in anyway as the old guy that lived there had given us permission to come in if we want to. For some reason at that time I distinctly remember him telling me about the ghosts that lived in the old place and he was sober when we had that conversation. So here we go!!  

Went into the spair bedroom and lite the gas heaters and thing warmed up nicely. Set up our cots and went to bed. About 3:00 am in the morning I was awaked to someone walking back and forth, back and forth, in the room above us! I knew it was cold outside but Mike's teeth were chattering, the gas heater had gone out for some reason, and boards sounds had my attention! After a while the sounds continued and I woke Mike to make sure I was not hearing things! Clear as day we could hear the sounds again and again. I could not sleep (cheap wet sleeping bag had something to do with that) so I decided that we needed to go check it out!

As we walked up the really steep unlevel steps leading up to the  bedroom I really was unprepared for what took place. I was leading and Mike was behind me with his pistol for protection (Ha! Ha!). I slowly opened the door and for some reason the door would only open so far as something was blocking the doorway from the inside! I tried to force the door open and nothing. Next I took my flashlight and shined it inside the room. At that point I can still remember Mike breathing down my neck wanting to know what I saw as he was afraid to look inside!

As I shined my light in the room, I was taken by the large amount of boxes that were in the room making walking almost impossible. Then something funny happend, for some reason a fog like substance appeard about head high in the room making visible very poor and the walking noise (boards creaking) started again in the room and they were close. I slowy shut the door and ran down the stairs almost nocking him down. We grabed our stuff and headed for the truck! Cranked the truck and turned the heater on and we talked about what had just happened. He fell asleep and I stayed up as I could not sleep. Later that moring it started snowing snowing and Mike headed to the woods in the snow. I was still cold and wet and chose to wait for him at the truck and actually got some sleep. He shot a nice buck that morning with his 308 and that was the last time I ever went back to that place.

That was without a doubt one of the strangest feellings I have ever felt and have never experienced anything like that since!

These stories are great,told ya this would be fun.

Man, some of these give me chills. I got one seriously this time.

Some of you Utahns may have heard there was a cougar attack up here in northern utah this year.

Me and my dad had gone out hunting that morning and walked all over the place. I even got to half draw on a buck but didn't get the shot. Anyway, we were walking back to camp on an old logging road and a guy camping on the side of it says, "Hey, wanna see a cougar?" We said sure and sure nuff, he whipped out his camera and showed us. He had been sitting in some pines looking for deer sign, and heard the cat behind him. It was rifle season, so he shot it when it tried to attack. My dad and I walked right by that area that morning. We also only heard one shot that morning, that guy's.

It's not supernatural, but it was kind of eerie thinking that we were almost right there.

This probably isn't supernatural, but about 10 years ago I was hunting an area near my house.  I had found a blown over tree that made a perfect seat with the roots and dirt as a backrest.  Well naturally I fell asleep but started to wake up to the sound of a deer walking nearby.  The weird thing is I was aware that something was there and I could hear it but I could not open my eyes.  I must have been really out.  When I finally woke up totally, whatever had been there was gone.  Probably the buck of a lifetime.  

I shared a similar experience to Clay,except mine was in the Flat Tops in Colo.Scariest night I've ever spent in the timber! My partner and I saw what looked Human form,at Sunset, walk almost all the way around a mountain lake we were camped by.We watched from an elevated area for over a 1/2 hour as it work it's way around the lake untill  the wind shifted from us to it and the show was over.Needless to say we sat up most of the night and changed areas the next morning.

Keep it up fellas im gettin chill's   :campfire:

I had a dream about an upcoming deer season. I saw my arrow hit a buck and it fell in its tracks. I told my friends about it in detail.
Then the next night; I had a similar dream- like shooting through a tunnel;  a different scenario- but I saw that buck die - and I told my friends about it in detail.

Well on the hunting trip I spent the first day trying to find the spot I had seen in my dreams. I kept looking up from trails looking for a tunnel effect to a tree.

The next day- one of my hunting buddies found a trail through a swamp- one of those 'gotta know where the rocks are' type of crossing. He said there were areas of bare ground and trees rubbed up.

I went there- and got a treestand up; and in walked a buck. It went through a couple scrape routines on the way- and at 5 yards I shot it.
My arrow hit the base of its neck; and it fell right where it was standing.

My buddy was just plain scared about it.

But then later in the season; with another tag in hand; a buck walked by me; and I had to turn around in my blind- and the buck started to an opening; and I drew back as it entered - a hole through the canopy of leaves- and I saw that buck fall to my arrow.

Several buddies got up in my second stand and got down shaking- as it was just as I had told them about.

What were the chances ?

As has been stated by others; when it stops being spiritual - I'm out of it.
Anyone that has hunted with me knows that I will stop; and just know something is going to happen- and it will. I can't always call what it is; but it will always be a memory.  For instance last fall while elk hunting with a trad ganger and his friend- I knew something was going to happen.  We stood there for a few seconds; and above us some antelope walked out and by us.
I took my son and grandson hunting; and I told them to stop; and that around the next bend in the road - my grandson would have a shot at a buck.
We walked slowly to that spot; and stopped. Laying in the brush next to us was a really huge buck. My grandson missed; and my son told him: "I told you he could do it- told you!"

I do believe there is this book called " the witchery of archery".     :thumbsup:

Brian Krebs, There was an article in trad bowhunter mag called hunters intuition.Indians used to teach intuition.Some peaple have it more than others.It is something that we are born with but it must be used or we loose it.

I seem to have what Brian Kreb has but I usally don't know whats going to happen just know somthing is I have stoped many of times while doing somthing and just walk out.Somthing happend recently I guess you can call it supernatural I was not in the woods but in my house I had just gotten a hip quiver and was running around the house lookin for loose arrows to put in it so I found some was going to put them in the quiver witch was up against a window and it looked like someone foged up the window and put three perfect crosses in it.A day before that a good friend of my mom's from work Died in a car wreck.

Kill shot- that makes me feel connected. What issue of trad bowhunter was it??

Great stories. Had one really strange incident in the 80's that I could never figure out. Was rifle hunting in the noxubee river bottoms of Mississippi. These are really big hardwoods and visibility was real good between the trunks, out to 100 - 150 yards all around. Saw something coming straight towards me from a ways off and watched. Kept coming right at me and saw it was a coyote. At about 10 yards I fired. It vanished. Never saw it run away. No hide, no hair, no nothing! Almost as if the ground just swallowed him up.

My Fathers Uncle, whom I am named after was part of supernatural history. My Grandfather,whom I never met, and my Granduncle I guess you would call him bowhunted often. They also searched and found many native arrowheads which now belong to me. So getting back to the events. In those day there was trouble in the woods of Jersey. They and others had come across mauled remains of all sorts of animal life. The towns people were being harrassed by a manlike beast and were downright scared. Just like a Frankenstein movie the towns folk all prepared torches and readied arms and pitchforks. They all went into the woods with torches searching for the Jersey Devil. This is true and I share it partly because I can not get the nerve to share something that happened to me last year. I am worried someone will say I am insane and have only shared it with my Father. His reply was to tell no one else as well because they would say the same thing. I am nuts.

poison arrow, you can't stop there!We're all brothers of the bow so, you can share with us just like you did with your dad.  Ben

Brian Krebs, I don't remember.It was not that long ago so maybe someone out there can help.I looked for the magazine but don't have it.All I have is the last two issues.I tend to give stuff like that away to peaple who aint feeling to rich.

poison you are carzy for not telling us.  i shared mine about my dinky red light. c'mon

They thought Columbus was crazy when he said the world was round.

C'mon poison arrow...let's hear it.  Who cares if people think you're crazy anyway?

People think I'm crazy sometimes, come on...

Lots of peaple think I'm crazy,but only a few can actually prove it.

You can tell us poison arrow what happens on tradgang stays on tradgang were all brother's here   ;)   .

No one is going to send you to the loonybeen  :D  .

I almost always feel closer to God and some sense of acceptance to what is and will be when I'm out hunting or fishing  :)   Does this count?  :)

Well here goes. I am not really connected to anyone here so I do not think it will come back to me unless you guys pick on me about it. I took the truck to the Picayun Strand to do some bowfishing. I love bowfishing. I drove deep into the wilderness because I was heading for a canal I knew was teaming with fish. I crossed the old dilapidated bridge and parked the truck and made my way to the stretch of canal. This part of Florida is what you call pine flats and the water is running swiftly and cool and clear. Contrary to what some people think of as a swamp. I was making my way up the canal on the bank and was following a narrow game trail that zigged and zagged into the woods and back to the canal again. I was scanning the water and the surroundings when I saw something move in the woods. My mind registered the color of flesh. I did not stop walking but continued to look in that direction into the pines. Then I saw him. I swear guys please don't make fun of me I know what I saw. He was looking right at me. He had a very very sad face. My whole body went cold from head to toe. He continued to walk away from me going behind the pines he past and putting his hand on each one and kind of resting his hand on them as he past. I was stopped in my tracks at this point. He walked behind a dense palmetto patch and I never saw him again. After I gathered myself I went to where I saw him and followed his tracks untill I could not find his prints anymore. It was all twigs and palm fronds. He had a bald top of head with curly dark hair on the sides. There was a cloth type band around his head. Thick eyebrows and a medium long black beard. The beard was kind of short and stumpy looking not long and flowing. He was bear chested with a leather strap diagonal across his chest with a buckle it looked to be part of some kind of bag on his far facing hip. His pecks were quite hairy and his belly was too. He had huge haunches or hinds. Like a very fat lady would have. They were very big hips with a big but. Around his waist he had a sort of leather loincloth. There was long curly jet black hair all over this area. Thick dark and curly like a buffalo. His legs were not like ours they were like a four legged animals rear legs. He walked very differently his head along with his body went up and down strangely. The way he looked at me. He would meet my gaze look me right in the eye then look down then infront of him. He would reach a tree put his hand on it and look at me before he went behind it. I can not stress how somber and sad his face was. I stood there for a few. I dissmised it even rubed my eyes. I thought that was just hollywood but I rubbed my eyes more than once. I remember shouting NOOOOOOoo  Noooooo. I looked around the woods looking for anything. I went and followed his tracks in the dirt from the bank to the dense foilage. They were that of a large deers tracks. I was very sick feeling and did not want to be anywhere but in my house. In a sick feeling way I got in my truck and drove out of the strand. I kept thinking of what I saw. As the days went on I ended up feeling very very sad for the creature. I do not know for sure I did not see a deer and my brain just made it look like. I am a Christian and just do not know where this fits. I can't believe I just posted this either. I am going to hit add reply and just be done withit but I know it will come back to haunt me. I feel a little ill again about it. Laugh it up!

kestimater, yes that counts.thats the good side of supernatural.

I don't see what anybody would give you a hard time about. It's another supernatural experience, just as the thread title says. Wonder what the creature was...

Poison arrow,when you enter the tradgang website you will notice that it says "expect to be respected"

i aint laughing. ever been back?

Awesome.
Sometimes I feel like that guy with the deer legs.

Killdeer

Poison Arrow- when you experience something; and you know it to be true- nothing can change it or take it away.
I know I have had many things happen to me that were true- that people have doubted me about: on every level of emotion and judgment.
 That does not change the truth.
I am glad you shared.

Yes I went back twice. The Picayun Strand is now off limits for hunting, fishing, atv. They blocked off all the canals and are going to try and flood the whole area. It is a huge tract of land that no one can go to now. Just absurd really. Some great hog hunting there.
  I really like what I see around this forum in the manner of its members. Glad I am here.

i'm really enjoying following this thread!  keep it comin!

Thanks for sharing with us Ed. For the few postings you've made they cetainly are powerful.  Ben

hmm they jsut shut it off huh. sounds like a govt. cover up.   just joking. i dont think i could have went back. but then again if it didnt show aggresion then there would be no need to be afraid of it.

Hey poison arrow it sounds like you saw a Faun which was a Roman spirit of the woods.

I walk an exercise trail through the woods along Pickwick lake 3 times a week. At one point I walk through the area the confederate army massed to cross the Tennessee river on their way to the battle of Franklin.

Starting about 15 years ago, when I walked through this area on a gloomy day in November, I would hear foot steps behind me. I would stop and would hear a couple more steps then silence. This went on for several years but only 2 or 3 times a year.

Having had a few seemingly paranormal experiences in the past I thought of the boys who marched off to their deaths from that place in the woods. The battle of Franklin took place Nov 30th 1864, 1,750 confederate solders died on that day.

The next time I heard steps behind me I turned toward where I heard the steps and said" young man, it's over". "You don't have to fall into a formation and march off to your death anymore". "You can go home now".

Its been at least ten years since I spoke to who ever was walking behind me. I haven't heard any steps since.

I was driving home from a hunt one time and saw a sure enough real UFO, even got out of my truck to look at it, but that is another story.

I'm willing to bet next year all of these post flash through your minds before you go to your morning stand,or come out after dark!I can see the flashlight moving at about 50mph through the woods.   :thumbsup:

it was nov 1978,i had gone elk hunting on my favorite little mountain called horn creek.my collie had followed me in hiding like usual.he would follow me until he knew it was too far back home for me to run him off.
after an all day downpouring and a couple of close encounters with some roosevelt bulls i had headed home as it was getting late in the afternoon and i had a four mile hike home through some pretty rough terrain.i decided to take a shortcut that was at least a mile faster than my normal route but much steeper in spots.
 as i half slid and rolled my way towards the bottom of the steep hillside i heard a low gutteral snarling and looked at my dog,he was staring at a small group of trees just below us and on a little flat area.i figured he had seen a coyote or bear and was just warning me of it being there.i started to get a little nervous and went towards the trees.i looked back at my dog and he hadnt moved.his fur was standing straight up and his fangs were bared.i was really getting spooked now.
i went forward and found a small graveyard that had eight wooden crosses for headstones and a rickity wooden fence that was all but lying flat.i approached the graves and began reading them.they were the graves of us cavalrymen,i could still read them quite well they were from the 1800's.i tried to get my stupid dog to come but he wasnt about to move.i walked over to him and grabbed him by the scruff and started walking past the graveyard.he lunged forward and broke free of my grasp.he was really freaking out.advancing stiff legged in fighting posture towards the graves.i had seen enough and did what every red blooded 17 year old boy would do in this situation,i ran like hell all the way home with my collie in hot pursuit.i will never and i repeat this...never...go back there again.i was a wreck for a whole week after that and was scared of everything.if anyone wants to go there i'll give you directions but i'm out.   :readit:

poison arrow you are one brave man for going back I think I would have soiled myself and high tailed it outa there and would'nt go back without back up and firearms just in case of course thanks for sharing I sure aint laughing and don't think your crazy. And elkherder Id be runnin with ya brother dog's can since things we sure can't don't know what I'd do without my german shepherd Isaiah my family and I say he's an angel dog he got hit by a buick going about 60mph just in the head pretty much and it spun him around and knocked him out for a few seconds while I was running from the back yard and mom was running to him he woke up and crawled to mom he just laid on the drive for what seemed like forever and the car finally came back and he growled at them and they rolled the window down and asked if he was ok of course we did'nt really know and they took off we called the vet rushed him there and he was fine no bones broke or nothin just some road rash God works in mysterious way's my friend's.

George Metz, if you were in the area I'm thinking of, it's the only stand of virgin timber left in Mississippi. A truly beautiful place, bottomland hardwoods with trees so big you lose the scale while walking through them. On the south end of Noxubee Refuge, on the east side of the river.

Not hunting related, but I've had several experiences that can't be explained by modern science, so I have a hard time doubting experiences that anyone else relates. I occasionally have dreams that come true, for instance. They are different from regular dreams, and I know I've had one when I wake up. The details of the reality won't be exactly like the dream, but close enough to leave no doubt.

Just had a supernatural experience yesterday. Got a double on a rat trap. The supernatural part of it was one dead mouse was in the trap with the spring bar on it's head. The other dead mouse was just laying on it's side about 3" from the trapped one.
Somebody explain that to me..no poison around.

Poison Arrow I think we have no place to laugh at you,I Know my wife and brother are the only ones I have told about the birds and since you were so brave I will tell another one I didn't dare to tell.
    I was elk hunting and had a gorly elk tag I had waited years to draw. I had been out solo for a few days in a bivy was tired  and disapionted about a bull I let walk buy(I was too greedy). So I made it to my camptrailer(base camp) for a good meal and a soft bed. I made a nice dinner and a much needed cold drink but was weak and cold. So I lite the burners back up to warm the trailer when the flames went out. No big deal I had an extra propane tank. I went out to change the tanks when I notice the tank was full. I turn the gas back on and went back in and lite the burners. I started thinking how long it took to cook my meal. I thought it must have been just gas in the lines and went back out and turn it off to see. I tried to relite it the flame didn't relight. I thought that maybe I didn't leave the propane on long enough and trid it agian. Still no luck,thats when the shivers went up my spine. That propane had to be physicaly turn off and have tried many of times to duplicate the event with no luck. Well to say the least I moved camp that night and have never camped there again.

That's weird twitch I know I could'nt pull that trick of long you would be hearing me craking up watching someone go in and out trying to figure it out but someone or somthing not sowing it's self is just plain creepy.

Years ago when I was single(about 25 or so) a girlfriend and I were out hunting mushrooms on some old strip mine country I had a really strange encounter.
We had split up in our search for the elusive morels when I had a very strange feeling come over me. I couldn't put my finger on what the problem was so I started looking around and that's when I saw I was standing in the middle of a small grave yard.
I called my friend over to show her what I found. Then it really struck me, every grave in there was a Williams(my family name). Nothing unusual about finding a graveyard out in the country but still spooked me out with all the folks there being Williams's. We left immediately.

I don't remember how long it was before the memory of it came back to me and I decided to investigate it further. I went to the library and did the research that let me know that that graveyard wasn't registered anywhere. So I contacted a volunteer group that does this type of work and tried my best to help them find it but haven't to this day been able to find it again. Go figure?

God bless,Mudd

ps I get a chill down my spine just remembering it...lol

Keep the stories coming!

Wouldn't these make great campfire stories?

For me everything in the Natural World is pulsating with Sacred Presence. Every leaf, every blade of grass, the great open sky, the scent of damp earth, all speak of beauty and meaning.

Here is a well known Navajo prayer/song that says it best.

"Today I will walk out, today everything bad will leave me,
I will be as I was before, I will have a cool breeze over my body.
I will have a light body, I will be happy forever,
nothing will hinder me.
I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me.
I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me.
I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful.

In beauty all day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons, may I walk.
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With dew about my feet, may I walk.

With beauty before me may I walk.
With beauty behind me may I walk.
With beauty below me may I walk.
With beauty above me may I walk.
With beauty all around me may I walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of beauty,
lively, may I walk.
In old age wandering on a trail of beauty,
living again, may I walk.
My words will be beautiful".

Back when I lived in schuylkill county P ennsylvania I had a very strange experience. One day after leaving my house for a walking scounting trip( approx 2 miles) near sundown while walking along the asphalt hiway I heard the sound of children playing in the tall grass ahead of me on the side of the road. At a distance of 20 yds or so I also could see movement in the tall grass. Being this was only a short 1/4 mile from my house( in a very small rural community) I thought it could be neighbor children trying to scare me as I would walk by. I started to talk very loudly , "I know your hiding in there" and proceeded closer. As I got there and could see into the cover I saw something my mind couldnt interpret. If I were to try to describe to you what I saw it would be this, An owl like creature that was sort of humanlike and quickly disappeared into the remains of an old RR trestle. The thing was largely white in color and the size of a small man. I know as I was approaching this thing before Im saw it I talked to it and snuck up on it for a few minutes. As it disappeared and my thoughts returned to "normal" I hurried home and friends came up our drive. I quickly retold the story and we took a spotlight( as by now it was darkening) and went back  to investigate more closely. My analogy to them was it may have been a troll like creature. The sound it made was the distinct sound of children at play. I have rarely if ever told this story but it is what I definately experienced. I was probably 30 at that time and would not have fear of such things. Dave

Yikes again. Next move would be Carl Lewis in the other direction.....owl-like human. That's creepy as all get out.

About 15 years ago, when I still hunted with a rifle, I was walking to my 3-wheeler from a morning hunt when a buck jumped up and started running.  I shot at it and could tell that I hit it good but it kept running. I was hunting in south Louisiana swampland.  I found a blood trail and followed it for about 2 hrs and the blood stopped.  Not wanting to lose this deer I continued to run compass readings and kept looking for that buck for another 2 or 3 hours and made it back to spot where I last found blood.  By this time I was tired and disgusted with myself. I fell on my knees and told God that I did not want to lose this deer and I CAN'T find it without His help.  I asked Him to please help me.  It was then that I heard a noise behind me and while still on my knees I turned to see a Walker (deer trailing dog) sitting behind me!  I called that dog over and put his nose to the trail and he took off yelping like Walkers do when they are on a deer.  To make a long story short, that dog found the deer for me.  I had to put another bullet in the deer but I finally got it.  Was that dog sent to me by God, you betcha!!

Thanks to one and all for sharing.

I think it was October 1995. I was perched in a hang on stand, guarding some White Oak acorns on my in-laws property in central lower Michigan.

The sun was setting, and it was going to be the first really chilly night of the year...not a breath of wind.

I catch some movement, and because it`s so quiet, I`m afraid to move. I see a strange looking black shape...moving slowly.

As I watch it get closer, I cannot identify it, nor is it making a sound. When it finnally gets close enough, I can see it is a "ball" of very small black butterflies, or possibly moths. All of them flying in very close quarters forming a ball of sorts...slowly moving through the trees.
The "ball" was about two feet across, and it passed by about three feet from the base of the tree I was in. It (they) just silently moved out of sight.

Maybe not supernatural, but certainly strange to say the least.

Be brave, facts are often stranger than fiction.

Thats pretty neat Bonebuster I always heard butterflies were good luck   :thumbsup:

Hoyt I worked with a lady that said she had a mouse problem at home. I told her she could trap them or poison them. I told her how to do each way.
 She called me a couple days later and was totally freaked out. Her husband had run away from it. ( He ran out and jumped in the car and took off). She pleaded for my help- and I showed up.
 She had put a mouse trap under the sink; and poison in a drawer next to the sink.
In the drawer - was a mouse with its head in the poison bait box; and the mouse trap from under the sink on its entire back leg.
They were convinced the mouse had decided it was dying... and poisoned itself.
 Goes on the list of 'things I should a took a picture of'.

Here is another on for yall!!

A few years ago I was on a solo Bivy bow hunt for elk and was about 5/6 miles from the nearest road. Now elk hunting on you own is not easy, but sleeping alone at nite was more difficut than I thought. At times I was glad I had my I-pod for some music and change of pace to wind-up the day. Near the end of my 6 day hunt, I had glassed up a nice 6pt with about 7/9 cows that were beaded on a mtn side facing North. They were at least a 2 hour hike away and evening was closing in on me fast. I decided to try and make a move on them before dark or get close enough to do something in the morning.  As fate would have it I just missed a good shooting opportunity so I decided not to pressure them and try them again in the morning.

While decending the Mtn I came upon a beat-up old cabin that was intack and curiosity got the best of me.  I went over to check it out and as I looked in the cabin it was bigger than I thought and over in the corner was alot of old camping gear (lantern, fuel, tarp, sleeping bag,etc). Most of the floor n the cabin was gone and it was very, very, dirty so I actually did go inside the cabin. Over to the right was a door that was semi closed with the floor being intack on that side of the cabin. Being the brave person I am, I did not look in the back room as it really gave me that strange feeling you get when things do not feel rite! I guess you would call it the hebbie-jebbies.

It was getting dark and I need to find a place to pitch my tent and eat some food as this was my last evening in the back country. Since I was on a steep Mtn side it was difficult to find a level place to pitch my tent and I ended up camping about 100yds from the cabin. I did not think much about where I set my tent up, becasue I was more concerned with getting some food im my system while listening to the sound of elk bulging in the back ground! Wow what a nite! I was beat and climbed into my sleeping bag and went to sleep quickly.

Around 2/3 in the morning I woke up to someone or something walking around my tent and I was on alert with my SW Snub-nose 38 by my side. I am not dumb and this sounded more like a person walking around, not a 4 legged creature! The wind started blowing harder and harder and it made it difficult to decern what was going on  and that bugged me even more. Some where around 5am I got out of my tent (pistol in hand) and made some breakfast as I was very hungery that morning! While heating some water for breakfast the bulls started bugling again and that grabed my attention fast as I wanted that big 6X6 bad.

After breakfast I made the decision to get climb higher to get a better vantage point upon which to glass from as I did not want to spook the elk from yesterday evening. While walking n the dark I passed by that damn cabin and I sware it made the hair stand up on the back of my neck!! But I pushed on as I had a date with a 6X6. While glassing the elk I could see some of the cabin and I sware I saw a light come on in the cabin and then it went off (am I seeing things?). My elk were now on the move and I went back into my hunting mode! Make a long story short I passed up a shot on a smaller satellite bull (dumb on the last day of your elk hunt) and just missed another opportunity at the big 6X6!

Afterwards, I hiked back to my camp and was dumb founded at what I found. My tent was cut up and trashed, my good down sleeping bag was ripped to pieces, and someone head gone through my gear and had taken stuff (clothes and food) but for some reason my SN 38 was left alone inside my sleeping bag.

I packed up my gear quickly and got my GPS out to find the trail that led me back to my truck as I had a long 26 hour drive home.  As I was hiking out of there, I stopped at a good restings spot and glanced back upwards toward where I had come from and u could still see the cabin with your naked eye and it gave me the cold chills again for some reason. I took my pack off to rest and drink some water as I had been a very long and hard going for 6 days of bivy hunting. After a 10 min rest, I picked up my pack and bow got the heck out of there as I had a 5 mild downhill hike ahead of me!!

Once back at the truck I had some cold beer on ice and I sat there reflecting on what had just happened to me while looking up at the beautiful mountains! All of a sudden I sware I saw a siginal mirrow flash 2-3-4 times up in the same area I was chasing those elk! I could not see the cabin from the truck but the flash came from the same area and man did that give me the chills again!!  Reflecting back on what happened, I think the odds are more in favor of someone messing with you than something messing with you in the backcountry! That was a very difficult >>>----> scary nite alone in the backcountry wilderness!!!!!!           :help:

That sucks Bonecracker I'd be pretty mad about that atleast you had a revolver on ya I always feel better in a scary situation with a reliable weapon that has multiple shot's     :bigsmyl:    .

I felt like I stumbled upon someone was living in the cabin and this was there way to getting rid of me! No tent, no sleeping bag, no extra clothes, and no food ment I had to go home! And I might add, this was not done by an animal. That is what bothered me the most that night as I could hear quiet walking outside of my tent when the wind would lay down. What was really weird, I could feel the presence of another earlier when I first went into the cabin!! Can't explain that one!! Never been in that situtaion before and that scared me more than with an animal such as a bear!! Total loss for the tent, down sleeping bag, and clothes was more than $400.00!   :banghead:

with my job i am in the swamps and woods at night all the time.  i learned early that something does not feel right then most of the time its not.  had that feeling the other night, picked up my chair and shotgun and left.

Well, I put it off long enough. I'll start by saying I'm not into ghost stuff. I am a man of faith, and believe in the spiritual realm, but not ghosts per se. That said, I believe there is a lot we generally don't percieve in our present incarnation. What don't we percieve? Who knows?

It was my senior year of high school. My buddy and I were hunting hogs behind my house in Brantley Co GA. Lots of swamps and palmetto country. Shooting light was coming to an end when we heard four-legged animals approaching parralell to our trail. They were only a few feet off the trail, so it was kind of spooky how close they got. My buddy stayed put and I moved up the trail, around a bend, hoping they would cross the open path we were on. It was thick and getting darker, so that was the only hope of a shot. I got real close to the animals, which at this point sounded more like deer than hogs, but never sealed the deal.

It was now too dark to anything but head home. My buddy had been within sight the entire time back at the bend of the trail, maybe about 50-60 yards away. Even in the dusky dark I had been able to see him because of his blaze orange. When I gave up on the critters I turned and started walking towards him. All I could make out now was the blaze orange, but could tell he was sitting or kneeling next to the trail. As soon as I was close enough to talk without yelling, I laughed and said "Thought I was gonna get a shot, man". He didn't answer or move, and the intuition of something amiss instantly struck me. It was like you flipped the switch on fear at that very moment, which is interesting considering I have experienced things equally or more strange and felt nothing.

I walked closer and assertively said "Brett!" I was now close enough to make out his entire form in the dark, but again he made not a move nor sound. He was just looking forward like I wasn't there. I assumed he was in a stare off with one of those close deer, but also felt increasingly uneasy. I said "What do you see?"... "Brett!!" I was only feet away.

He got up without making a sound or aknowledging me, and walked off into the woods. I was instantly terrified by the fact that he made no noise whatsoever on the dry leaves, and the bushes didn't move as he passed trough them. I began shouting, "Dont f$#* with me, man!!"

At that moment, as I watched what I thought was Brett walking away noislessly, THE REAL BRETT ran up behind me and said "What, What?!" It never was him!! Brett had been further down the trail all along. So who had I been in sight of and talking to this whole time?? Now I really came unglued. I was still watching this "person" that looked ghostly and made no noise walk around in the woods in front of me. Brett grabbed my shoulders and hid behind me, clearly terrified just by my actions, even though he didn't see it. I began yelling profanities and threats of shooting "him". It just walked away and disappeared. It never did aknowledge me.

So that's it. I know what I saw, but I don't know what I was seeing.       :readit:       I have often thought the best explanation was that I had a residual image of the blaze orange in my eyes/mind and that I just superimposed it even though he wasn't there. Kind of like a sun spot on your eye, ya know? And that it floated wherever I looked. If you've ever had an image burned in your eyes, you know what I mean. In college I would read music for so long that when I looked up at the blank white wall I could still see the music written across the wall.

Thing is, I saw "it" stand and walk. I saw human form. And it moved more randomly than a mind/retina image.

I just dont know. I tend to fall back on the explanation I described. But when I remember the experience, there was a strong intuition and observations that don't hold up to that explanation. If it gives any indication how real it was to me, I was home alone (Dad out of town), and I spent that entire night wide awake, back to the corner, with my Marlin 1894 44 mag across my lap.

watching turkeys fly down in the morning 10 yardsd from your stand, and you never had a clue they were there. pretty startling

ttt

It was me bear glad you did'nt shoot me lol just playin thats a spooky one my friend keep these coming guy's good read.

Like some of the others have posted, I feel it is important to say that I am a man of faith.  A proud Christian, who is not one to believe in ghosts.  That being said, I have had some experiences throughout the years that makes me feel as if there is something out there.  I am not saying I have a gift or anything like that, just that I have felt the presence of things that have no correlation to the world around me.  Perhaps it is just in my mind.  Then again, there is the following true story I would like to share with you....

It was the fall of 2000, and I had leased a tract of land with another guy in Williamson County, Texas.  It was glorious piece of property located along the banks of the San Gabriel River.  It was deer country, but something more along the lines of what you would expect in the midwest.  Fields surrounded by thickets that tumbled down to the river.  Scrub brush and other flora you would associate with Texas were not there.  As a result, the fall leaves were amazing and it really was a great place to wander amongst the trees and through the fields.

The arrangement I made with Chris, the guy who found the lease and who was splitting it with me was that I would hunt the south end and he would hunt the north end.  That way we wouldn't step on each other's toes and could better enjoy our time.  The sounth end had a particularly large field that was right by the river.  To get there you would park in a little clearing in a stand of oak trees and walk down an old two track to the field, which was planted in hay.

I don't know why, but every time I walked into that field I would be overcome with a sense of sadness.  It was a sorrow of days lost, and it had an old, almost forgotten feeling to it.  It was irrational and spooky and I forced myself to disregard it.  It didn't take long for me to notice the pattern of this feeling hitting me every time I entered the field.  I eventually hung a stand on the southern tip of the field overlooking a feeder creek at the end of summer, and during the early bow season would hunt it often due to its proximity to water.

Perhaps because I was hunting and my senses were attuned to their maximum, but I would invariably get the feeling I was being watched while I sat in my stand.  The sense I had was that the watching was coming from the north end of the field right where a little extra pocket of clearing was cut.  Truthfully, I just guessed I spooked myself and did not give it much thought.

October turned into November and soon Thanksgiving was upon me.  Despite all the family obligations, I wanted to hunt hard and decided to give Chris a call.  We had not talked much during the last couple of weeks and got to talking about a variety of things.  I can't remember how it came up but he told me he was speaking with the landowner and was told there was a grave on the property and that it was likely on my half.  The story according to the landowner was that it was a child's grave from the mid to late 1800's.  The grave had not been looked for or found in decades and was more a myth than verified fact.  The story is that when the settlers were coming across the countrysie they stopped and camped by the river.  While camped, one of the children got bit by a snake at the river and died.  Her family buried her where they were camping and then went on their way to parts unknown.  

As soon as he told me this I knew exactly where the grave was and told him (albeit in a vague and round about way) that I had a "feeling" the grave was on the north end of the field.  We made plans to meet up and see if we could find it.

Sure enough, on the Saturday after Thanksgiving we made our way up towards the north end of the field and about 20 yards in- exactly where I felt someone was watching me- was a grave.  The day was one of those cold, overcast days and the air was still.  It set a somber and quiet tone for our discovery.

The grave was old, and the headstone was crudely made with basic tools.  The stone itself was a native Texas limestone and it had a small rock border, also of limestone.  Over 100 years of weather had made the writing all but impossible to read, but the date of death as 18--.  Based on the dimensions of the border the person who died was small and most likely a child.  Even today, almost 10 years later I get chills typing this.

It was a very spooky experience and I definitely felt something was always watching me in that field.  This, obviously, is not a "ghost story." Yet the correlation of aeverything definitely qualifies this as a "supernatural" experience.

And I did not renew the lease, in part because of the grave and the continued presence I felt in the field.

These are very eerie, yet fascinating! Keep them coming.
Ron
PS - Mine isn't hunting related so I will keep quiet.

I also am a card carrying Christian (WIP) albeit not someone you'd likely mistake as Pearly Gatekeeper. In college I wrote a paper on Esp & Paranormal Psychology. Never had a supernatural experience myself; but, I have substantial & credible evidence of those I interviewed for the paper including my GF (a professor) & her 2 college grad sisters & others.

There ARE things outside our normal 3-D realm we cannot explain. Only the pinnacle of egos would dismiss simply because they can't explain it. Why some & not others experience these events? Christianity teaches the Trinity including Holy Ghost. Good enough for me.

Fascinating stories. Thanks. Keep 'em coming.

OK since this is here and going.  Its been many years ago when I first began with tradional archery. It was middle of the day and I was walking a trail in the woods back to my starting place. I had my bow in hand and just walking, but the whole time I kept feeling like something was watching me and I would look but never saw anyone.  The area was all trees and some brush that I was walking by. I had an arrow nocked and decided to put it away and just walk, not hunt. Then at one point I thought I heard something again and there he was a large coyote walking with me about 10 feet away walking my direction,next to me, not looking my way, just walking straight ahead. I walked thru brush and I would loose sight and then see him again. At one point I nocked an arrow and looked and he was gone. It was like he knew and just vanished. What is even more strange is I've had coyotes follow me on other ocassions. I always tell myself they figure I'm hunting and are waiting for me to clean my game and have the leftovers. I hope.

wish critters would follow me around. make my job alot easier.

These stories are good enough to be on the history channel.

Last october i decided to hunt this small block of woods that was right in the middle of a thick crp field,i had always drove past it and finally decided to try it,when i started scouting it out i came across some old graves,early to mid 1800's,so i started going from grave to grave reading and just wondering why all these people died so young,seems like back then if you did make it thru childhood you still were most likely to die by the age 45,anyway as i was looking at all these graves and i came up on one of a woman that was born on june 20,and died like 45yrs later on june 20........My birthday is JUNE 20. How often do you come across a tombstone with your birthday on it once much less twice & out in the middle of the woods........also i turned 45 yrs old last june 20. Kinda game me the creeps a little but i still hunted there the next morning.

Creepy experiences, especially poisonarrow's and Bear's stories   :scared:

A member contacted me wanting more info on my experience. I have a drawing that I drew of what I saw. I drew it five or six days later because I could not shake what I had seen from my head. The drawing was very accurate, so much so I hid it very well because again I didm not want anyone to see it or know that I had seen that. Now I can not find it anywhere. If I find it I will post it.
  The other members experiences gave me the willies a bit too.

On page 8, beaver#1 said  he learned early on, that if something doesn`t feel right, it`s probably not.

He`s right...trust your sixth sense.  ;)  

Cool stories everyone...

To me,this stuff adds to the adventure.I have a second hobby of metal detecting and treasure hunting. I have been offered to go to a property that has a foundation on it.It was deeded to a guy who fought in the war of 1812.Can't wait to see what adventure lies ahead.

Great thread!

It does make a guy feel better knowing other people who aren't looking for something strange have found it anyway.

Those are strange, but I had something even wierder hapen to me.  One time I was walking down a dark street and I suddenly turned into a drug store....... believe it or don't.  I'm back to normal now.

im glad to see you turned back into a human.  :biglaugh:

In the spring of '09, I went with a friend to a Nat. Wildlife Refuge, to hunt hogs.  
The river was way up.  We found some high ground, that he wanted to hunt. He went to the left and up a steep hill, and I went to the right towards a low spot next to the creek.
As luck would have it, about an hour before sun set, I got a shot on a porker.  It was a bit too far back, but had a fair blood trail.  I lost it in the fading light.  
So I headed back to the baot to wait.  Just after good dusk, I saw my friend comming down off the hill.  But he didn't come towards the boat, just kept walking towards the creek.  I didn't speak, figuring he had shoot something and was tracking.  He never looked down or gave any indication that he was tracking.  He passed about 40 yds. from me.  Then I hear a large splash.  
Shortly my friend showed up from the same direction and came straight to the boat.  No It wasn't him that I saw.  
What I saw was something big on two legs, walking with a purpose.  When I got to thinking about it, he would have to been between 6 and 7 feet tall.  He passed a blown down tree and the only time he wasn't visable was when he passed the root ball.  
I told my friend about it and we just chaulked it up to the unexplained.  
We went back the next morning and looked for my pig, but to no avail.  We nevr did think about going to look for tracks.  Just one of those things in the woods.
It was nothing like the time something followed me across the Hardaway Swamp, while coon hunting.  But thats a whole 'nuther story!
There are somethings in the Great Spirit's world, that we are just not supposed to understand.  Thats why we have faith in HIM!
Johnny/JAG

elknutz,that was great.

Jag, so what's the other story??  Don't leave us hanging!!

Well, being a Christian, I dismiss any strange feelings that I have gotten or, sometimes when the hair on the back of my neck stands up, I remind myself  that the only life after death that I believe in is eternal life in heaven.   However;  I have a story about a man that is a friend of mine, and is no doubt a Christian, but believes whole heartedly that he has seen an apparition.

About five years ago myself and childhood friend headed to the Mississippi Delta to do some deer hunting on his father in law's lease.  We stayed with his inlaw's during our visit.  These are fine people to say the least.  The food was great, fellowship was wonderful, but the hunting wasn't so hot.  However; the weather was hot, but this didn't dampen our spirits because the bunk room in which we were staying had two bucks over 170" hanging on the wall.  Well, the first afternoon I hunted a tripod stand.  The afternoon produced nothing but mild temps, a little rain, and alot of fog.  I exited the stand at dark, and headed for the truck to meet my buddy's father in law.  As I left the field, I started the uphill climb to the pick up point.  As I was walking up the road,  I realized the the balmy 70 degree evening dropped to what felt like 30 degrees.  I had one of those hair standing up on your neck feelings, and started reminding myself of my beliefs.  Something just didn't feel right.  My pace quickened as I rounded the bend and was quite relieved at the sight of headlights waiting for me.  The delta is spooky anyway, in my opinion.   Nonetheless, I climbed into the truck and was greated by a friendly smile.  "did you see any?" he asked.  No, but all I could think of was one of those 170" bucks stepping out.  He smiled and said, "yeah, I wounded a buck that size in the road, right around the bend."  He then went on to tell me that it was in the 70's on a rainy balmy night just like this.  I laughed, and said jokingly, well that buck must be haunting the bend because it sure felt erie walking up through there. It felt 50 degrees colder.  I was just making conversation.  

My friends father in law got kinda got pale, and said, remind me to tell you something when we get back to the house.  He didn't say much on the way back at all.  I knew he was spooked.   Well curiosity got the best of me, so I asked?  

He began by telling me that He shot this huge buck
right at dusk and imediately started trailing him.  He looked for about 30 minutes, and darkness fell.  He smoked at the time,and all he had was a cigarette lighter.  Flame on, and he picked up the trail.  He had just gone into the woods in the bend of the road when it started raining straight down.  Fearing that he would loose the blood he continued.  He stopped, the temp seemed to drop suddenly, and he looked up and saw a small  boy standing about 15 feet from him with his head hanging low.  He instantly spoke to the boy with no response.  He said that he just knew that the young child was lost, but how did he get in the middle of nowhere.  He spoke two more times with no response.  He began to approach, and realized the child hadn't moved a muscle.  He was just standing there.  His gut sank,  He knew something wasn't right.  He bolted towards the truck.  He said he didn't stop running until he reached the vehicle.

There was only one house within a 10 mile radius, and it was a field hand that worked for his father.  He stopped at the house, and reported the missing child.  The man said he knew of no missing children in the area.  Curious he asked the fieldhand, "isn't there a graveyard on the property somewhere?",  "Where is it?"  The field hand described the exact location that he had just left.  Curious again, he asked if there were any children buried there.  The field hand told him that there was a 9 yr old boy buried there about a year befor.He was in a farming accident.  

The next day he rounded up a search party to look for the deer in daylight. The deer wasn't recovered, but he went back partially because he wanted to see the place in daylight.  He was still in disbelief, but said that the exact spot where he saw the boy, there was the 9yr olds tombstone.  

He went on to tell me that he was a Christian man, but that he definately believed in ghosts because there was no mistake of what he saw.  He told me several other chilling stories about this farm, but there not near as chilling as this one.

As for me,  I am still a non believer, but would never call this man a liar.  I can't explain it.  I do know, that something spooked him in the woods that night.  I could see his eyes watering the entire time he was telling me the story.

Hope you enjoyed the contribution.  I find myself reading this thread every night.  It reminds me of campfire tales from retreats past.  Keep em coming.  This is very entertaining.

Gonna have nightmares  :(

Here's one that's not hunting related. Years ago(alot of years) when I was living at home with my parents, my Mom and I were putting up the Christmas tree. There was a decoration, like those balls you hang from the tree, that my deceased aunt Stella made for us. It was a styrofoam ball with ribbons wrapped around it, and sparkly sequence glued on. We both looked at it and said it was kind of ugly, so instead of hanging it from the tree, we hung it on a nail above the stairway going into the family room where we were putting up the Christmas tree. We were both standing right below it, looking at it, stating it was ugly, when that ball flew off the nail to the other side of the room. We both looked at each other. Expressions are priceless, but the look on my Mom's face was of complete disbelief. It didn't fall off the nail to the floor, the nail was in no way bent downward that it could fall. It literally flew off the nail as if someone (Aunt Stella) threw it. From that time forward, I believe in ghosts(?), another dimension...something unexplainable.

Alright, these are great stories so I'll tell you the "whole" story to the guy I mentioned on page 2 of this thread.  The first bowhunter I ever saw was when I was 9 yrs. old.  It was October and I was on the front porch of our farm house.  We lived a little over a mile from the blacktop road and was only one of two houses on this road.  I was playing and looked up to see a man coming to the house carrying a bow and target type side quiver.  He was wearing a read plaid shirt & old brown hat.  He asked if he could have a glass of water.  He looked like he had been walking for a long time.  My big brother came to the door and and then got him the water.  As he drank it he said he'd parked his car off rt. 157 in Venus, PA and wondered how far it was back.  My brother said if you follow the roads it was nearly 5 miles but if you cut straight through the woods about 2 but it would be dark soon so the raods were the way to go.  He thanked us and went to the road.  My brother got my dad and told him and dad said we'll give him a ride.  The road in front of our house was 3/4 stright and flat as an arrow.  I went to the raod to get him and he was gone.

    Later that same year during the rifle season it had snowed about 4" and I heard a knock at the door.  My dad and brother had just came in from hunting for the day.  I opened it and there was this man in a red plaid shirt, brown hat and carrying a winchester.  He asked for a glass of water and once again my brother brought it and the guy said he parked his car in Venus etc...how far was it.  This time the guy left and once again my dad said lets give him a ride.  I ran out to the road and he was no where in sight but this time I ran back to the house scared to death because there wasn't a track in the snow anywhere but mine!  My brother came out when he heard my hollering and he too saw that there was no tracks.

    The page 2 story was a guy wearing red plaid shirt and brown hat but it was 8 years later.  My brother decide to investigate some and we found out that in the late 1950's a guy had parked his car in Venus and went in the woods hunting but never came back and after a massive search they never did find him!

    I don't know????

Had a good bowhunting buddy that became terminally ill this year and wound up in the hospital. His family called and said it didn't look like he would make it through the night. I got out a selfbow that the had made and given to me and began shooting in my yard, thinking about him. After about 30 minutes or so, the bow unstrung during a shot and dry fired. Had a feeling what that meant, and sure enough got a call a few hours later that he had passed away. The time of his passing coincided with the episode of the bow becoming unstrung.

longbow sounds like you have a guardian angel in your woods watching out for yall. I am a Christian but I do believe in angels and demons. And I believe that is where our "ghost" stories come from. I believe people have experiences that can not be explained.

Some poor soul wandering around for all those years, it would make me happy that I gave him water.

Thinking harder, that lucky dog has been hunting all this time, and I have been working my bum off!   :mad:

Killdeer   :campfire:

As a paranormal nut, I think this is one of the best threads ever!

I grew up in Cheboygan, MI and have been in the woods all of my life. I didn't start hunting until this year though and I have to admit that I get a little freaked out every time I head to my spot before first light. That first hour (especially when you are hunting from the ground) is especially spooky. Squirrels sound like elephants when they wake up! lol

My story goes back to my youth. My two younger brothers and I (I think we were 14, 10, 8 at the time) were out back playing in the woods just after dark. My dad had a light mounted on a telephone pole in our back yard so we could see and he used to feed our dogs at night and let them run around. Our yard was surrounded by acres of heavy Michigan woods so it was always real dark with plenty of places to build forts. We had built a nice one about 20 yards into the treeline just off of a trail that had been there as long as we could remember. We hung a chain over the trail to keep "intruders" at bay. A somewhat heavy one too. We crudely linked it tightly around two stout trees on either side of the trail with heavy spikes and roofing nails. It wasn't going anywhere!

We had been out there for about 20 minutes that night and were chasing the dogs around about 30 yards from the chain and trail. It was so dark we couldn't see either or.

A few minutes later all hell broke lose. We heard the trees start to rattle. Then the chain started to rattle. It was windy that night so we didn't think anything of it. Then the chain started rattling more violently followed by a low growl. At that point we were almost pissing ourselves and the dogs ran away. My Dad was inside preparing their scraps so he definitely wasn't the culprit and our neighbors were 50 yards in either direction through dense forest. We didn't know what to think.

The rattling continued followed by a loud crash. Both birches gave a final shake and then stopped. By then we were running for the house to tell my Dad what happened. He took a flashlight back there and didn't see anything.

The next day we walked back to the trail and the chain was completely snapped in two and the trees were rubbed raw underneath. To this day we can't explain what it was but from that point on I never liked to look outside my bedroom window on the 2nd floor to the treeline. I was always afraid I would see something I didn't want to.

I'll have to ask my Dad (Ripforce) if he still remembers that. It was about 15 years ago.

Hey Nick, Google "Michigan Dogman".

This is a great post !  Good reading here    :campfire:
Dan

Nothing ever good comes when I see pairs of white birds....nothing good at all....

Whump Sez; I call this one "Foot Steps In The Dark"  Back in the 70,s I was hunting an area that was about 1/2 mile back in a thicket that bordered a large pasture. I could walk down 26 fence posts, turn into the thicket and go straight to my stand. In those days I never carried a light and went to my stand in the dark and came out the same way. It was the last week of season and cold weather was in Alabama so the leaves were like walking on potato chips. I climbed down that evening with a full moon shinning over my shoulder and started out. After traveling about 100 yds I thought I heard foot falls behind me, so I stopped and I could swear I heard something take about 1 or 2 steps and stop also. The shadows were long from the moon shinning in that thicket and I could not make out a shape of anything. I started off again and immediately heard the same thing--foot falls behind me. I stopped to listen and what ever it was took 2 more steps broke a stick and it stopped much closer this time.  There was no doubt now something was behind me.  About this time I was adding up the distance to the open field where I was sure I could see what ever it was and the fact that every time I stopped the bugger was gaining two steps on me.[Emphasis here on gaining 2 steps] I can tell you I had a hard time not breaking into a run. I decided to start walking and not stop again until I reached the field or was in a wrestling match. As I walked it sounded like an elephant walking behind me but I kept up the pace until I reached the field. I have never been so glad to see a field in my life. I jumped a 5 strand barbed wire fence and ran into the pasture and taunted the beast  "come out of there you @#$&&%%##". I didn't use those exact words but I don't want to get kicked off Trad Gang typing what I called that thing. Nothing ever came into the light and to this day I have no idea what it was---I don't know if it was supernatural but it nearly turned my pants Super brown.   :scared:   Hunt safe

Very interesting reading, keep the stories coming!!

yes i see how beautful GOD made all living things

lunatic11 sez ; great story Whump !!!

Whump, was this possibly in Bullock Co.?  Had something quite like it happen to me in Hardaway Swamp!
Johnny/JAG

Dang Whump, you got me watching my backtrail here in my house!!!

I`d have been on a full run right after the stick broke.

I just know there are alot of stories to be told, that the owners are holding back.  :campfire:

I was going to tell a story of a few exact moments where God has provided for me at in-coincidental times while in the woods... But since you can't get more natural than God providing, it wouldn't fit in a "supernatural" thread.

I'm gonna hunt with a loaded pistol,bright light,and wear a pair of tennis shoes to run in now.I ain't gonna be looking for deer as hard as i am critters now.Yall got me skeered.Had some weird crap happen around here from time to time but it's too late to type it up tonight.I've read all the pages of this tonight and now going to bed.I bet i have a sasquatch or goblin dream tonight.I ain't had my hair stand this many times in one night ever.

Galveston was a port city during the Civil War & many old houses & buildings remain. LSS, I scared an older gray haired lady coming down her tall wooden steps 8-10' to her mailbox right at the bottom next to the fence. I stopped to talk to her awhile to put her at ease. She lived alone in the big Civil War era 2 story house since her husband died nearly 10 years earlier.

With my interest in big older houses & the paranormal, I soon had her telling me about her ghosts. I asked specific questions trying to qualify her sanity.

I was standing in the street looking up towards her and could see farther up beyond to the screen door at the top of the porch. She told of 3 children's graves in the backyard circa CW with a CW cannon buried deep on another side of the house.

She was awhile explaining the child ghosts and how one young boy she saw often as well as her husband and the other 2 children now & then. She said this one young boy would just appear at the strangest times when she least expected. Just then I looked past her to the screen door where stood a 6yo boy with his face to the screen and hands above the metal center brace outstretched like he was nailed there.

My Fight or Flight broke. Couldn't talk or move. That's never happened before. Being a good sized fellow not much concerns me except things wierd I don't expect. He was her grandson but I didn't know. He was her CW kid ghost to me. Cacatoed to the truck & drove home slow. I've never seen a real ghost. Maybe good reason.

Straitera,I grew up in Lake Jackson not far from Galveston. I've heard a lot of ghost stories from there and from Bailey's Prarie in Brazoria. Thank goodness I've never seen anything myself...I don't have the gut for it.

Keep it coming guys. This is a fun/interesting thread!

Whump Sez; Sorry for the late post "Jag" and good to hear from you   :wavey:   but it was on private land adjoining  the Waterloo management area next to the Tennessee river. I was in the Muscle Shoals archery club at the time. That episode put a light in my pocket. I have never had anything like that happen since. I have had coyotes walk parallel to me coming out but they are stealthy and make very little noise. No vocalization of any kind- just loud footfalls. Hunt safe

Galveston County has a wretched history of calamity from the Galveston hurricane (1909?) to the Texas City Explosion (1949?). Many thousands died tragic deaths through the years of storms & explosions. The High School was the only building big enough to be used as morgue with bodies laid out for identification after the grain ship explosion. The dock where it blew up is less than 2 miles distant. My neighborhood borders the oldest in TC where I've yet to meet anyone who hasn't experienced ghostly behaviour. Less than 1/2 mile is the regular support group meeting place for folks in TC who've encountered ghosts. Seems this older part of town is loaded. I've questioned many of them at length. Very interesting stories much like these here.

More stories? Come on folks, don't be askeered!

Whump Sez; "Three red lights"  This one was a real puzzle. My brother-in law called me one after noon about 15 years ago and asked me if I would like to go to his fathers barn and shoot some rats. I told him --that sounds like fun; so I loaded up a couple of 22 pistols with shot shell loads and off we went. We had a tremendous rat killing for about 2 hours that night but we would have to go outside and turn the lights out ever so often and let them come back out of hiding. The barn was up on a high hill with a farm road down below us at about 100yds. While we standing outside letting the smoke clear inside the barn we saw 3 red lights coming down the road about the size of softballs, 2 lights about 2ft apart and one about 6ft from the two.It was foggy and the lights would go on and off just like someone putting the brakes on in a vehicle with the head lights out.  We were behind a locked gate so we were baffled as to where they came from. As they came by down below us they made a left turn and crossed a 10ft deep ditch, staying level as they crossed and there was no engine noise; so we new at this point it was not a car. The lights stopped in the middle of the field about 150yds from us and went on and off. I loaded the 2 pistols with hollow points and headed in that direction.My brother -in-law said where are you going? I said ,I am going to see who or what that is. I walked straight to the lights and they went out as I climbed out of the ditch. when I  got to the area where they were last shinning there was nothing there but my father- in- laws black Angus cows standing in a tight herd. I had to push some of them out of the way as I walked on thru them  and I could find nothing. This field was fenced and had a locked gate so we rode the fence line to see if it was broken and found no breaks in the fence or gate.No tire tracks in the field, nothing. My brother -in law stayed on the hill until I called him down that night and he said I was nuts for going down there. I had a strange feeling as I stood there in the middle of a herd of cows, in a fog, wondering what in the heck was that about.    :confused:   Hunt Safe

Earlier straitera mentioned our normal 3D realm. I'm something of a physics buff, and read some advanced books from time to time, and watch related programs. Physicists are looking for explanations for relationships that don't seem to make sense in current theory, and in recent years some theoretical developments have been developed that may answer some of their questions, like string theory. One of the theories that would explain anomalies in gravitational observations is that there are as many as nine dimensions, six more than we can perceive with our human senses. Gravitational forces may be dispersing through these other dimensions, which would explain the anomalies.

A complicated way of saying that there is very likely much more to the world than we can see, and the paranormal experiences that have been described here may one day be explained by multiple dimensions that we can only occasionally perceive, under special circumstances. Our 3D senses may interpret these crossover events in ways that we are familiar with, hence the apparitions, which may actually be something completely different that our ordinary senses just can't handle.

On the other hand, even that wouldn't explain my grandmother visiting me in a dream on the night that she died, 500 miles away. I had never dreamed about her before, or since. I didn't know she had died until a couple of days later. In the dream, she let me know that she was happy again, eyes bright and shining, now relieved after a period of physical deterioration. The "new house" she showed me was an enlarged version of her casket, which looked like a railroad car to me in the dream. I told my mother about the dream and described the "railroad car" and it really freaked her out, because I had unknowingly described her casket. I settled her down by pointing out that grandmother was happy in the dream, and was letting us know that she was in a good place. Mother told me that grandmother had always had a special interest in me since childhood.

There may be more than nine dimensions...

About fifteen years ago, I was hunting an area which now is right across the road from where I live. Then, I would park my truck by the wood edge,prepare my gear and before I left,would put a coke in a huggy and place under my truck bumper to keep cool.Well one day after hunting I went to retrieve my coke and It's gone! Huggy and all. So I'm thinking some one has obviously came by and stole my coke,bummer. The next time I hunt this area,it is in a differant spot,maybe a 1/2 mile to the north. So I figured whoever stole my coke will not be where I am now,so I put a cold coke in a huggy and leave it under the back bumper of my truck and go hunting. This is always on morning hunts,and I always go to my stand 1/2 hour before daylight. Anyway,I come back around eleven and looking forward to a cold drink,look to retrieve my coke. You guessed it,the coke and huggy are both gone! Now I'm really freaked,how in the world does this person know where I am hunting and parking my truck. Now I realize I can no longer put my cokes under my bumper and will have to start carrying a cooler and keep them inside my truck. On with the story,the next time I hunt is back across from where I now live,I park my truck in the same spot and go to my stand. I'm back again at around eleven and I go around toward the back of my truck and notice moss and fresh dirt have been thrown up on my rear bumper. Upon further investigation,I notice there are scratch marks on the ground in front of my bumper that strangely resemble that of a dogs,you know how they throw grass and dirt on their pile after they crap. Well as I am putting the puzzle together I notice my intuitions are correct,for I have now stepped into a huge mess and have it all over my boots.This is where the story starts to come together as to who the coke thief is. You see about a week before this all happened,I had to run a yellow lab off who had tried to befriend me,even having to resort to throwing rocks in his direction so he wouldn't follow me to my stand. To this day I am comvinced that stealing my cokes were his way of getting even with me. So when I quit leaving my cokes for him to steal,he decided to resort to nastier means by even setting a trap for me to step in! I can't prove it was him stealing my cokes,but you will never prove to me any different. Not real spooky but had me really going for awhile. Incidently, after that last morning every time I hunted across the road,He would start barking at me from his side of the road and this would literally go on for at least an hour after daylight before he would stop. That dog hated my guts!   :biglaugh:

Happily I have not had any of these kind of experiences, and I'm hoping that streak holds.  But these have sure been some hair raising tales.  Keep 'em coming if you've got 'em.

Although my supernatural experience while hunting was not scary it was reassuring. Here goes; My father lived to hunt and put much energy into scouting, hunting and being in the woods. I was fortunate enough to be able to learn from him for many years. In the mid 1990's my father was diagnosed with cancer and eventually succomed to the disease in 2001 never missing a hunting season in the process. When the 2001 rut rolled around I found myself in the woods but without my father/hunting buddy to share the experiance with I was somewhat depressed and not enjoying myself as much as I should have been. After sitting in my blind for the entire day, and seeing nothing, this feeling was growing worse by the moment. I had grown so despondent that by the next morning I literally had to talk myself into going into the woods. Once in my stand I realized that it was going to be a long day and told myself that if after sunrise I didn't feel any better then I would call it quits for the year. After the lengthy sunrise I wasn't feeling any better and started to pack up my belongings. At this exact moment the intense smell of anise candy (an almost black liquorice type of candy for those not familiar with it) overwhelmed me and seemed to be coming from everywhere. This brought me to tears because everytime my father hunted he snacked on anise candy throughout the day as he believed that deer were not alarmed by the scent. Although I never got a deer that year I knew that somehow my father was with me whenever I was in the woods.

I like all the storys and experiences everyone has. Very good keep them coming.

Stik&string...thanks for sharing your story.

Here`s a "tip of the hat" to your dad.  :campfire:

These are great stories.

Whump, I have never carried a light for navigation and was trained not to by my ex SF scoutmaster, (although a light to dig in your possibles bag is necessary in a double bull or box blind while getting set up, rather than fumbling around making noise).

Oddly enough the footfalls thing has occurred to me, but it turned out to be a squirrel jumping along in the leaves! I'm certain we amplify sounds into monsters when we are hunting and our senses are turned up to "10"....If you think about it, everyday living probably has them set at about "2". If I get paranoid walking alone in the dark in the field I play a game with myself where I become the predator slinking along, with a hand on my knife or an arrow in my hand. My mentality changes to "try and come and get me.." Works every time in dark woods and boosts confidence.

I will add that I was, however, scared sh_tless one time, while waiting for my fatherinlaw to come get me after dark. I was gun hunting in Eagle Pass, Texas in the mid 90s (we had a HUGE lease down there) and finished the evening hunt, so I stepped out of my blind to wait for the pick-up. Back then I was a little leery of just how wild it is with all the lions and critters in S.TX running around. He's late, of course. It's getting cold. And dark. So my mind starts playing tricks on me and I'm in a hardwoods bottom and every dang twig is a ghost or lion advancing ever so slightly towards me. I chamber a round to calm myself.

Just then I hear the LOUDEST cat scream I have EVER heard. Like a catfight scream. Long and rising in tone. Louder than I could have imagined the maddest kitty cat on Earth could scream. I just about freaked and started to climb a tree. I realized it was a bobcat! Actually I hope it was a bobcat otherwise it was a lion! After the adrenaline subsided a bit I took a defensive posture, ditched the tree idea and scanned for killer kitties; I had my 270...........then heard the truck. SAVED!

Scared the crap out of me.

The most profound "supernatural" experience I ever had was in 1998, in the middle of the day, on a busy street.  

At that time, I was working as a police officer, in a small city, south of Seattle. The city was small to the point I was the only officer on duty during the day.  

I pulled a pickup truck over for a traffic violation, which was occupied by a male and female. I contacted the male driver, who told me he forgot his driver's license, but told me his name and date of birth.  

I went back to my car and ran his name through dispatch, who told me there was no record of that name.  I started to walk back to his truck when he stuck his head out of the driver's window and said, "I forgot to tell you my license is out of Montana."  So, I went back to my car and ran it again, with the same response, "No record, that name."  

As I was sitting in my patrol car, I noticed the male never pulled his head back into the vehicle. He just rested his chin on the door while still looking back in my direction.  I also became aware that the female passenger had never moved her head from staring straight forward. She would occasionally put a french fry in her mouth, but she never broke her gaze from straight ahead.  

I started to get back out of my car when I heard a man's voice come from the passenger side of my vehicle say, in a calm, matter of fact tone, "He has a gun, get ready and call him out."  

The voice startled me and I snapped my head to the side to see who was talking, but nobody was there. At that moment I saw another officer, from my department, driving toward me.  He had been in court and was on his way home when he had a feeling I might need help on my traffic stop.  

We called the driver out of the vehicle and I placed him under arrest.  My partner transported him back to the police station, so we could fingerprint him and possibly learn his identity.  

I walked up to his pickup and pulled the driver's door open.  There, on the floorboard, was a .38 caliber revolver which had been partly pulled out of the holster.  Evidently, while he had his chin on the door, he was reaching under the seat for the revolver.  The female passenger was shaking and she told me, "He was going to kill you and I was too scared to say anything."

We were able to identify him as a fugitive from Montana who was wanted for several, violent, felonies.  He was extradited back to Montana and sentenced to 19 years in prison.

I thank God ever day for my life and his presence in it. I don't question where the voice came from and I allow myself to be receptive to Him whenever he feels the need to guide me through my duties.  I still have 12 years to retirement and I'm working for a much larger city now.

I will never forget the one time where I was important enough for God to talk to me personally.

Keep the stories coming.  You are all doing great jobs with sharing your experiences.

My Dad is sick and dying of cancer. I get a phone call one night from my Aunt saying I need to fly out tonight and come see him he because is not going to make it. I jump on the next plane leaving my city(which was a few hours after that phone call)and I make it to the hospital and he dies about an hour after I get there. My kids(6)think I left for a job. This is normal at my house as I am always leaving with a last minute notice for work. I never told any of my children their Grandfather was sick and neither did my wife.

So anyway I call and tell my wife he has passed away and we agree not say anything to the children till I come home,at which time we will do it together.
I come home the next day and because it's so late at night my wife and I decide to tell them in the morning. I wake up early about an hour before my daughter.(she is a twin and about 7 at the time.) Am drinking my coffee when she gets up and asks me where Grandpa is at. My wife wasn't up yet or the other kids and I didn't want to deal with it till the whole family was up so I asked her what she was talking about. She told me Grandpa was in her room last night sitting on her bed talking to her and he told her he would always be with her and be watching out for her and that he loved her.
I told her Grandpa was at his house and he was not here last night.
She didn't believe me and thought I was teasing her. She went looking all over the house for him calling his name and then came back and bugged me when she couldn't find him about where he was at. About an hour later her twin brother got up and gave me the same routine all most word for word. There is no way my kids could have known that my Dad was dead or sick unless my wife lied to me and told them. If she did I would be able to tell by my children's behavior and actions.
Nothing abnormal like this happened with the other 4 kids just these two.

Bill, you know what they say about a sixth sense...

Mike, I have no doubt that your children were telling the truth. My guess would be that they had a dream, one of those where you are half awake and half asleep. We are all bonded. Though they did not know that their grandpa was no longer there, they "knew".

I was pheasant hunting with my female springer who was a pup at the time.  We had been going all day and hadn't seen a bird.  Not even a hen had gotten up.  I was really wanting a bird so I could have the wings to do some training back home with my new pup.  So I said a little prayer.  

Dear God, I would really like to get a pheasant.  All I would need is one.  If I were to have just one it would give me the wings to use for my dog.  Thank you for what you provide. Amen.

So the end of shooting time came to past and I was a little down.  Hannah my pup was just looking up at me all happy from the day's fun.  As I was putting my gun away a truck pulled up and two guys got out.
"Hows hunting"?
"Oh not good", I say "but had fun with my pup however".  "The land sure is pretty and the day was nice".  
"Hey, we got a few... I bet you would like one for you pup there.  Here take this one home so you have some wings for her."  "Take care and have a good day".

Thanks God.  Kinda thought I would do the shooting but this works just fine.

Hey Kill Shot, you sure started a good post. Everyone seems to be enjoying it, myself included lol. Thanks

The Whittler, Thank-you.Us tradgangers love adventure. All of these stories are part of someones adventure.

When I was about 14 we were traveling in our family's RV (a converted Chevy step van) on a 2 lane 2 way highway in South Dakota.  It was a dark, seemingly endless and empty stretch of road.  Back in those days CB's were cool and lots of people had them, including us.  Suddenly the CB, which had been silent for some time, came to life.  A man's voice said loud and clear "Hey, watch out for the cow in the road at mile marker 63!"  My dad was driving of course, so he grabbed the CB mic and said "What?  Where was that cow in the road?"  The voice came back clear as a bell and said "Mile marker 63!"  Dad leaned over and peered ahead, sure enough there was a mile marker coming up, and it was 63!  He slowed down immediately and almost instantly we could see the large cow standing crossways in the oncoming lane of traffic.  We swerved to the right shoulder and an oncoming vehicle took our lane.  Unfortunately a pick-up behind that oncoming vehicle had no warning and slammed into the cow, resulting in a serious crash (as you might imagine hitting a cow full on at highway speed is not good).

Here's the supernatural part.  The next day I was messing around with the CB in the campground, and our CB in the RV would not transmit to our handheld even a few feet away.  Just weak static was all it would generate when you tried to transmit.  Then we remembered a little incident we'd had several days before, the magnetic antenna had gotten knocked of and dragged by accident.  We'd didn't realize it at the time, but the CB had apperently gotten partially broken as a result.  It would receive transmissions just fine but wouldn't transmit at all.

So we received a second clear warning when my dad asked for it, on a broken CB.  To this day I believe the Lord chose to use the CB to warn us of danger.  Broken CB's aren't much of a problem for He who holds the stars in His hand, and called them into being.    :notworthy:

This strange event occured to me on a September elk hunt in Colorado in 2009. We had a nice cabin for sleeping and another cabin as a cook house which made for some very comfortable camping. The two guys who joined me on the hunt snored so badly that it made it very difficult for me sleep at night! After 2 days of no sleep I put a cot in the back of my truck along with my down sleeping bag and finally I was able to get some quality sleep! The tempature at night was in the low 40's and not a cloud in the sky so it made for great sleeping conditions.

One night I woke up around 2:30am for some reason and could not go back to sleep so I enjoyed the light show as they say. All the stars were very intoxicating to look at accompanied by the  Milky Way and the occasional shooting star! Then I noticed some strange red lights that were occasinally blinking way far off on the horizion. The lights were moving slowly toward me and not a sound was heard during the whole 5-6 min it took them to get almost staight over head. It was easy to follow them as the red lights were diamond shaped and being flown on a consistent flight path. To be honest with you, I really thought it was an airplane!  Then the lights went out for some reason! I searched the sky for the red lights that occasionally blinked, nothing!! I guess for about 60 seconds the skys were clear and not a sound was heard.  Then the red lights appeared again but they had moved considerabily across the sky (3/4 times to distance) in that very short period of time  (60-seconds).  Another strange fact, as soon as I saw the lights again, I could hear a loud roaring sound in the distance.  Then as soon as they appeared, it went all quiet again! That was no airplane!     :scared:    :scared:

When I was a kid I always came home from school to an empty house.It was a ranch style house where you walked thru the front door and up a half dozen steps and the hallway went to the right.One time,when I was about 15,I went to unlock the door and I heard someone run down the hallway.After a couple minutes I worked up the courage to enter the house and crept down the hallway in stealth mode checking any place someone could hide.Closets,under beds etc. and found nothing.I grew up in that house and know what it sounds like when someone runs down that hardwood floor hallway and it still baffles me to this day.

I believe that the spirits are always pleased with us when we go and experience all the bounty created for us to enjoy and learn from.

Another warning voice tale.

I was squirrel hunting about 20 years ago, on a hillside about 75 yds above Rock Creek in Colbert County Al. I was following a deer trail and never looking at the ground as I scanned the tree tops for squirrels.

As I was about to take a step, a loud booming voice said "SNAKE!". I stopped in mid stride and looked down. My next step would have placed my foot on a huge coiled water moccasin, mouth gapped open and fangs showing.

It has always amazed me how far we can jump back off one foot when in panic mode. I ended up at least 6 feet from the snake, jumping back by toe pressure alone.

The snake didn't survive our encounter.

QuoteOriginally posted by Eric Krewson:
The snake didn't survive our encounter.

:clapper:    :biglaugh:

some of these would be fun around holloween

I saw a light once coming thru the woods, thought it was someone with a flashlght. It stayed at a steady speed crossed the road where there was a prety good gullie and a pasture fence. The light never changed speed or went up and down crossing the gullie and fence. I am still not sure what it was.

Well have a two to share right now.  I had spent the a couple years after making the transition to tradional archery and hunting hard to prove to myself I could do it.  My hunting buddy and me hunted this area for about 10 years with compounds and new this big area real well.  One morining driving over we talked about where we was going to hunt and once we got there for some reason I said stop, drop me here.  This is a little patch of timber between big grass field we had hunted off and on over the years and seen no deer let alone not much sign.  He said, are you serious.  I said yeah for some reason this is my morning hunt, he said okay and went on down to park and hunt.  I walked in, with no plan, just letting something pull at me.  I stopped where these feild drains meet and ploppled down on a stool.  The sun came up and must say the view was awesome with the leaves turning.  I turned and looked to my left and there stood a nice 8 pointer there feeding.  Now I know we all had it happen to where a deer snuck in and was standing down from our stand and we are lick wher did you come from.  But boys and girls, I had just looked to my left no more than 10 sec ago and it was an open grassy spot for 100 yards.  I raised my bow and as if a spirit guided me made a perfect shot, the buck walked off and layed down 30 yards away.  After my 30 minutes, I walked to where the buck lay and knew immediately to give thanks to something bigger than me.  Note: we hunted this spot and talked to others we knew who did for the next 3 years not a deer one was seen.

My usual hunting pal and I talked another guy into getting into turkey hunting.  We took him and taught him.  When I or the other experianced pal was with him, we saw turkey 100 yards off.  When one or the other didn't have him with us we would bag one.  This went on for few years.  Then one spring morning me and the birdless hunter was driving over to hunt and he said all he wanted was to at least see one up close.  I assured him, it will happen just take time.  We walked in hunted nothing.  well, went to leave and just for heck of it gave a call and bam, a gobble.  I had to work again that night and buddy said we should go so I can get some sleep.  For some reason, I felt like now was not the time to go.  I said come on, I want to see what was keeping him hung up.  We walked in there was a shallow creek thats it.  I gave a call and bam a gobble.  I said come on we went up to hill top there was a big downed oak and sat up.  I called soft and the bird was hot and coming in.  I could see him through the leaves of the downed tree strutting, and asked my buddy if he could he said no.  I lost the bird and we knelt there.  The next thing I knew looking straight ahead, I heard a sound I knew.  I moved my head ever so slowly to my right and there was the Tom 5 yards behind us, not a leaf between him and us.  He turned went down the hill, I knew the hunt was blown.  But something told me to stand and shoot.  I stood slowly bow ready, at half crouch seen the bird and came up and shot.  I made the longest shot on my animal to date then.  Did't think about it till after we got the bird and stepped it off was 40 yards.  I don't practice past 20 usually.  I asked my buddy if he saw the bird.  He said I was sitting there looking ahead for the bird you seen, then I heard a noise and turned around and bam there he was.  Weird how these things fall into place.  Another quick note, my buddy went that year and one more with still no bird.  We was camping and hunting so one night as the adult beverages flowed, I put on an impromptu ritual with a decoy on my head and the great sprirt (and beer spirit) flowing from my mouth and knighted him saying the morning shall be the day.  Yep, you guessed it, at the last 30 minutes of hunting he bagged his first Tom.  But the detail of that for another time.

the norhern lights on a lake in canada was the most supernatural thing i've ever saw.

This isn't hunting related but fits into the supernatural category.  My hunting partner Roger lives in a house from 1812.  He has a ghost living in the house they named Isaac (after the original owner).  Periodically members of the family or guests would see Isaac walk across a doorway, or hear him walking upstairs in an empty room.  Or stuff would be moved to other rooms...like pill bottles or a thermos.

One morning his wife was laying in bed rolled over to one side.  She said Roger came over and sat on the bed behind her.  She was discussing a few things with Roger.  He didn't respond so she rolled over.  There was an indent in the mattress where Isaac was sitting.  Isaac got up and walked off.  The mattress went back to being flat.  True Story.

Gret stories!
Though i must admit i am really scared now, normally im not afraid of anything, but i guess ill just turn the key on my sleeping room door now....

All this stuff brought back the memorie of a story that happened to me and my mind somehow deleted it. If i get the details sorted out agin ill post it tomorow.

Nothing to be afraid of in these stories.  No one has been harmed or died in any of them.  I think it just outlines that there are other dimensions that we as humans cannot normally see or feel and sometimes they impinge on the ones we can.  I found my experience exhilirating and yes a bit frightening at the time.  I would love to have another experience and would try to find out what the thing was.  Being older I am a lot more curious than I am frightened by things now.

After reading all of these I am really, really going to make sure that I have my .45 with me when I am out bow-hunting. The one strange thing that I have had happen occurred when I was probably nine or ten years old. Some of my relatives had mentioned seeing lights "dancing in the sky" over their house. Even at ten I thought it was a bunch of malarkey. But, less than a week later I was out coon hunting the creek bottoms in the area with two of my cousins (who were brothers) and while I was leaning up against their truck I looked up and saw this red light, very far away, literally dancing in the sky. It would move circles, and reverse and go about like some caffeinated lightning-bug. It looked to me to be very high, almost at the height of a plane flying by. I never have come up with an explanation for that and to this day still don't have a clue what it was.

Beyond that the most scared I have even been in my life was when I walked underneath a roost of turkeys while coon hunting without my light on. I didn't know what the heck was happening but it sounded like the woods were exploding. These are some very interesting reads!

A gooood point truly there is nothing to be afraid of in these experiences. I believe there are many things as yet we don't understand, many layers of existance......my story

Many years ago while living in alaska I took the long boat north up river into an area just south of the brooks range. This was a low area probably 40 miles from the nearest encampment, rarely visited by anyone prior to hunting season. I was doing some scouting for the upcoming moose /bear hunting season. I pulled the boat on shore, anchored well above the high water line, and set up camp. After a meal of fresh caught salmon I settled back aginst the lean to enjoying the stars and a full stomach. when I noticed the woods still it self, no sound not even the ever present breeze, then as suddenly, a scream, or a call, loud and high pitched, hurt or angry or both, I still don't know. I have spent my whole life in the outdoors and never have I heard the like. I reached into my duffle and layed the Ruger super blackhawk across my lap, the big 44 magnium felt like a "pea shooter" at that moment.

Soon the woodland noises resumed, I was just starting to relax a bit when I heard a loud pop as a stone bounced off a scrub pine and into the middle of camp near the fire. I dont know why but now I was angry. I thought " I can through stones too. I picked out a target, a pine 40 or so yds away at the edge of the firelight, the roar from the big gun was deafining in the darkness...

I left at first light, no more calls no more stones. No other boats where on the river, that being the only access to that area. Returning to the village the old Inuit men smiled and chuckled at my story. One of them said "now you know". Truth is I didn't know and still don't   :coffee:

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A gooood point truly there is nothing to be afraid of in these experiences. I believe there are many things as yet we don't understand, many layers of existance......my story

Many years ago while living in alaska I took the long boat north up river into an area just south of the brooks range. This was a low area probably 40 miles from the nearest encampment, rarely visited by anyone prior to hunting season. I was doing some scouting for the upcoming moose /bear hunting season. I pulled the boat on shore, anchored well above the high water line, and set up camp. After a meal of fresh caught salmon I settled back aginst the lean to enjoying the stars and a full stomach. when I noticed the woods still it self, no sound not even the ever present breeze, then as suddenly, a scream, or a call, loud and high pitched, hurt or angry or both, I still don't know. I have spent my whole life in the outdoors and never have I heard the like. I reached into my duffle and layed the Ruger super blackhawk across my lap, the big 44 magnium felt like a "pea shooter" at that moment.

Soon the woodland noises resumed, I was just starting to relax a bit when I heard a loud pop as a stone bounced off a scrub pine and into the middle of camp near the fire. I dont know why but now I was angry. I thought " I can through stones too. I picked out a target, a pine 40 or so yds away at the edge of the firelight, the roar from the big gun was deafining in the darkness...

I left at first light, no more calls no more stones. No other boats where on the river, that being the only access to that area. Returning to the village the old Inuit men smiled and chuckled at my story. One of them said "now you know". Truth is I didn't know and still don't    :coffee:  

excellent recount. haha, that's what i call a story

These are some excellent and entertaining stories - keep them coming! I'd tell a couple but they are no where near as good as the previous ones.

This didn't happen to me, but my mother. Seems that when she was little, my grandmother ran upstairs to tell the kids that "Kenny" was home!

Seems my grandmother woke up to see my Uncle Kenny bop into her bedroom and exclaim "Mom,,I'm home"! So she excitedly awoke the siblings.

All the kids came running downstairs to welcome him back from the war. (WWII) Needless to say,,,he was nowhere to be found. 2 hours later, representatives from the Army knocked on the door,,to advise my grandmother that Kenny had been killed.

great thread!!!

Killed my biggest buck (gun kill) after walking halfway to my stand in the dark, by Mini-maglight.

Got rather unsettled, and went back to the truck, waited for some daylight.

Then snuck in, a couple hrs later I had the deer down.

Why did I not go into the woods in the dark?

Watched "Blair Witch" the night before.

Stupid movie, beyond stupid really. Whole thing stunk, until the end.

My Uncle left me at age 6 or 7, on a beaverdam, night fishing trip, alone with no light, for hours........in the woods, so he and his cousin could party at the cabin with some new arrivals.

I never moved from my spot, even though critters were moving all around me.

As a kid, age 8-12 we played flashlight tag with a big kid, whole neighborhood, in the woods and neighborhood, cornfield behind. He'd jump out and grab ya, lift ya over his head, shake you, toss you on the ground and split.

Not cool............if you watched "Return to Boggy Creek" (or whatever it was called- in 2nd grade).

That garbage, along with finding some old houses in the middle of nowhere, with questionable graffiti.........

yeah, i can be a little jumpy in the woods.

Takes me a couple of days every year to mellow out. Then I'm good.

As long as I don't watch crap that reminds me of childhood stressors.

 :)  

BTW, I don't believe in bigfoot.

Did hunt an area that had meth labs, organized crime dumped bodies nearby along the river, local crime fairly heavy.........so my concern about bumping into others doing nasty things, is/was justified.

I hunt another area with a cougar caught on trailcam. Doesn't phase me a bit, don't even take a sidearm there (pretty mellow area, not much 2 legged varmint trouble around).

Not exactly during a hunt but on the way to one.
Going through the middle of nowhere Canada on the way to a bear hunt we were in 2 cars my father and a friend in the front and me and a friend behind. It was very late, maybe 12:00ish we passed a young hitchhiker carry a military style bag. We had gone a long way and not passed a single car or logging truck when about 2:00 am we passed the same hitchhiker further up the road!   :scared:
My buddy and I just looked at each other with wide eyes and didn't say a word.   :dunno:

Indians would never leave most of us alone if there was ghost,and ive watched enough scooby do to know that theres know such things as ghost. ha just a thought.

All right, not really supernatural but interesting nonetheless.

#1 - I was hunting my normal stand one evening a few years ago. I was seeing lots of deer and had them in front of me until well after dark and I didn't want to get down and spook them, so I waited it out. It was probably a good hour and a half after dark on one of those moonless cloudy nights where it is just pitch black when I finally heard the deer walk off.
    Of course I had forgotten my flashlight but I was hunting behind my house and have walked it in the dark tons of times before. It is about a 1/4 mile walk back. I made it out to an open "field" when I about stepped on a couple deer which about scared the feces out of me.
    I made it a bit further where there is a final trail I cut through the woods before I get up to my back yard.
    As I'm walking, I hear some steps in the brush, walking in cadence with mine it seems. So, I stop real quick and there is a couple shuffle steps and it stops. I take a few more steps and it starts going again, then I stop and it stops. I start walking faster, and it starts moving faster, and it's close - sounds maybe 10 yards in the brush. This goes on for like 75 yards of walking.
   By the time I get into the opening I am flat out hauling out of there. I run up to the house and run in and grab a light and go back to investigate.
   Of course I didn't see what it was, but it definitely got my hair on the neck standing up. Probably a vampire possum.

Not supernatural,but I think it will fit in:

Very early 1980's I was sitting in a tree stand the very first day of the season. To say the wind was extreme was an understatement,the squirrels were not even off the ground.

Around mid morning the local hospital Life Flight
helicopter passed by overhead and I remember saying to myself,I hope no one got hurt hunting.

 Later that day I found out that three guys were
hunting across the river. Two stayed high and one decided to go down a deep ravine. A short while later the two that stayed high saw a deer sneaking up through the ravine and they picked who was going to get first shot.

 The guy shot and hit,only to find out that it was there buddy crawling up through the brush.The broadhead was buried in his pelvic bone and he was blue till they got him to the top. I knew all three of the guys. It still gives me chills.

 Be careful guys,there is no game animal on this earth that is worth not being able to walk out of the woods.

                 Good Shooting,
                             Craig

QuoteOriginally posted by monkeyball:
Not supernatural,but I think it will fit in:

Very early 1980's I was sitting in a tree stand the very first day of the season. To say the wind was extreme was an understatement,the squirrels were not even off the ground.

Around mid morning the local hospital Life Flight
helicopter passed by overhead and I remember saying to myself,I hope no one got hurt hunting.

 Later that day I found out that three guys were
hunting across the river. Two stayed high and one decided to go down a deep ravine. A short while later the two that stayed high saw a deer sneaking up through the ravine and they picked who was going to get first shot.

 The guy shot and hit,only to find out that it was there buddy crawling up through the brush.The broadhead was buried in his pelvic bone and he was blue till they got him to the top. I knew all three of the guys. It still gives me chills.

 Be careful guys,there is no game animal on this earth that is worth not being able to walk out of the woods.

                 Good Shooting,
                             Craig

WOW. Reading that, I was expecting him to be hit by a bullet, but never a broadhead. Some people.

Tsalagi, I have had the same "Bermuda Triangle" experiences with arrows I can't find, usually more than one arrow though. I left some up above Coyote Flat near Bishop, CA last season. Jim

On second thought I think I will delete this post, too far out, better keep it to myself.

ok Eric ...now *that* one really got my spidey-senses tingling !
I especially like the centuries old encounters. Very cool thread.  I don't have any 6th dimension stories, but a super natural encounter.

Was hunting high on the tree in my usual funnel spot on the ridge in northern MN.  Darkness was coming and I got ready to get down since I hadn't heard/seen anything at all on this quiet crunchy night.

As I stepped off the ladder, I could hear a deer coming FAST.  I grabbed my bow and nocked an arrow and fell to my knee in hopes I could stop it in a shooting lane. (gotta try right ?)

As the sound of the bounding deer approached I picked it's shape out of the fading light as it closed in. Before it reached range, I gave out a sharp whistle but it didn't slow one bit and FLEW through the shooting lane at what seemed about 6 feet off the ground.

There was more running sounds coming through the leaves so I gave a loud deer grunt and this time it stopped right in the shooting lane and we locked eyes at about 12 yards as two of it's buddy's reversed direction, one to my left, one to my right. But this big beautiful light colored timber wolf just gave me the stink eye as I froze not knowing what to do !  :scared:  

One mississippi, two mississippi and it was gone chasing it's partners.
Well as fate would have it, the wolves retreated right in the direction of the cabin.  Now I'm not scared to be in the woods alone but having to walk out in that direction definetely got the hairs on my neck standing at attention ! I made the trip back to the cabin making sure to whistle a little zippity doo-da and talking to myself.... ya know just to make sure I didn't get scared or anything  ;)

Lesson learned: You probably shouldn't make deer sounds when in close range to timber wolves !

Cool man, I dream of one day encountering live, wild wolves.

This thread is funny, scary, and entertaining. Watch out for the most frightening thing of all,, the guys in white coats.  They may be coming.  I love the idea of the supernatural but seriously some may want to share there story with a physician before I get shot in the woods. Don't mean to rain on the parade, and many of these stories may have merit but frankly the most scary thing about this thread is that guys may be hallucinating while carrying a weapon.  Sorry, someone had to say it.
Josh

These stories, mine in particular, do sound like the ranting of a bunch of nut cases. Imagine the stories that aren't being told for fear of ridicule.

Here is another. A good friend of mine was charged with a crime he didn't commit. He was facing 25 years in prison and it appeared the deck was stacked against him with plenty of false testimony from from the supposed "victim".

Being freedom loving a man of nature with strong ties to the outdoors, he knew he couldn't survive in prison and decided to take his life.

He asked his elderly fathers physician what would happen if his father overdosed on the pills he took to slow his heart down. The doctor told him this would stop his fathers heart.

My friend collected 50 of these pills, drove to the cemetery where his mother was buried, rolled up the windows of his car as he said "so the flies wouldn't blow me" and downed 50 of the pills.

While he was waiting to die and getting drowsy,  a doe walked out of the distant woods, walked straight to the front of his car, faced him and stared at him for quite a while before turning and walking away.

He sat there dumbfounded for a couple of hours,waiting for death that didn't come, started feeling better and drove back home.

He took the visit from the deer as an omen that he wasn't supposed to die, went to trial, was convicted and received a 25 year sentence.

His appeal, which took 3 years to be heard, consisted of 150 pages, summarizing an incredible amount of  judicial misconduct that took place during his trial. The appeals judge saw what a terrible miscarriage of justice his trial had been, declared " this man should not spend one more second in prison". He is out now and doing well.

Like I said, sorry.  It just that a lot of us, myself included, often avoid getting treatment and try to tough things out.  I love hearing these stories, but in the back of my mind for some of them I wonder if the individual could benefit from treatment.  Nothing against the supernatural, but I think that most of the time when individuals experience a supernatural event there is an underlying factor.  The "hallucination" is often a sign that something is wrong either physically or emotionally and your body is trying to tell you something isn't right.  For example, and it only seems fair that I share, one time I woke up in a friends house and thought I saw an old lady walking across the room. Looking back it was a traumatic time in my life in which a longtime girlfriend was cheating on me and I was understandably emotional.  So, I don't mean to ridicule anyone who shares an experience, but I will say that in my experience my mind/body was telling me something wasn't right. The reason I suggest treatment is because the "experience" could be something serious like an impending heart attack or emotional breakdown.  

Now, some may say that this is the supernatural letting us know something is wrong.. and you can buy which ever version you like, but I like to think the mind is an amazing organ that gives us hints every so often about our well being.  

Eric, sorry to hear about your friend. Glad to hear he is doing well.  He is lucky to be alive and have you as a friend.

Well I don't know about hallucinations or white coats, but I know we all have a tendency to allow our minds to play tricks on us. Other times though, things can't be explained by science, or medicine, or within the confines of normal human behavior. Weird crap just happens sometimes. That "gut" feeling to hunt a certain stand that you had no intention of hunting pays off in a big buck, that feeling that runs up your spine when you know something weird is about to happen and you stumble upon a single soldier's grave in the middle of an old farmstead, or that dream that you have about someone that you haven't seen in ages only to find out they died the night you had the dream. All those things have happened to me. I haven't tried to define them: I just telll myself to listen, take it in, and roll with it. Besides, the next time it tells me to hunt a stand and I kill another Booner it will be a trend instead of a random, freakish event  :)

I have enjoyed reading this thread! I am ready for more tells.

While scouting for game I had one most unusual experience. It was not supernatural in the head spinning sense of Linda Blair in those "possessed" movies, ha ha. But like Mudd, being out in nature is in itself a link to the divine. Anyway, this one day, walking in the woods scouting for game, I stopped to say a prayer. I was just overcome with natural beauty all around me. As I opened my eyes and looked skyward, 2 Bald Eagles flew low over me. I could hear their wings beating. Speechless, I paused for a few minutes. As I continued to walk, my footsteps were a bit lighter on the path.

Shifting Shadow-"I stopped to say a prayer. I was just overcome with natural beauty all around me."

Does it get any better than that?..... No way!! I'm saying!!

Those are some of the "coolest" moments in life as far as I'm concerned.

Thank you Shifting Shadow for sharing that particular moment.

God bless,Mudd

Thanks for the comments, Mudd. Looking forward to this Fall.

had something happen several years ago while deer hunting on the ridge behind my parents house,story goes like this it was raining lightly and it was rifle season for buck only,so i was stalking around since the rain made it much quieter to do so,i came up from the bottom a place we called high point,the deer use this trail quite alot running off the ridge,so i sat there for awhile then started stalking to the top of the ridge,i got maybe 100 tards and spotted a small spike browsing,i took the shot,after the shot went to see if it was a good hit,but found nothing,no hair,no blood nothing.well searched the spot some more and found a hole in a tree where the deer was standing,so i kinda of figured i'd missed,so now it's been like 25 to 30 minutes gone by and searching the area everywhere for any kind of sign and still nothing,so i'm just about to give up and i start to hear someone yelling and asking if this was my deer up here on top of the ridge,i look up and see nobody there,so i figure i'm just hearing things but then i hear the yelling again,still see no one,now i'm thinking i'm going crazy,so i walk up to where i hear all this yelling and nobody is there and you can see for a very long distance across the ridge,nobody. so i drop down to the otherside of the ridge and there lays my deer i had shot,but not one bullet hole in it anywhere and then checked to see if maybe it had broke it's neck when running off and that wasn't it either,this has always made me wonder how did the deer die and who was doing all the yelling,guess you had to be there,but was really freaky.

QuoteOriginally posted by Hookeye:
Killed my biggest buck (gun kill) after walking halfway to my stand in the dark, by Mini-maglight.

Got rather unsettled, and went back to the truck, waited for some daylight.

Then snuck in, a couple hrs later I had the deer down.

Why did I not go into the woods in the dark?

Watched "Blair Witch" the night before.

Killing deer at night with a gun and flashlight?  I think I'd be more concerned about the game warden.    :readit:

He went halfway there,came out and waited for light. Then he went back in and shot his deer.

Yeah, I know. I had to read it a lot before I got what he meant. Need a little "scratching the old noggin" gremlin here.

I can't make myself believe that all those times that I experienced something magical, it just meant that I needed a shrink or a good zap in the head. Give me beauty, wonder, and a link with the Creator any day. Now, seeing a guy cruise by on a bicycle when there was no trail... that was dehydration and a buck. Fortunately, when I get too dry, I see people that are really deer, not deer that turn out to be people.

Killdeer   :campfire:

I think there are two kinds of supernatural one is mentally induced and the other is real and occasionally percieved by us meer mortals.  Twins have a link no one can explain, humans only use one eight of their brains what could we do if we could access the rest.  Scientists have proven multiple dimensions exist and we can only sense three of them.   We know there is good and evil in the world and that those beings can create supernatural events by their actions.  This list goes on and on.  Not every unexplainable event can be written off to mental issues.

I think there are two kinds of supernatural one is mentally induced and the other is real and occasionally percieved by us meer mortals.  Twins have a link no one can explain, humans only use one eight of their brains what could we do if we could access the rest.  Scientists have proven multiple dimensions exist and we can only sense three of them.   We know there is good and evil in the world and that those beings can create supernatural events by their actions.  This list goes on and on.  Not every unexplainable event can be written off to mental issues.

QuoteOriginally posted by Killdeer:
He went halfway there,came out and waited for light. Then he went back in and shot his deer.

Yeah, I know. I had to read it a lot before I got what he meant. Need a little "scratching the old noggin" gremlin here.

DOH!!!  I see it now.  Thanks, Killie.  I have a natural ability to be a bonehead.

Hookeye, I apologize.  I misread your post and accused you of poaching.  My bad entirely.  If and when we ever meet, I owe you a cold one (or three).    :thumbsup:

When with Woody, do not order anything "on the rocks".

Ow.
Killdeer

I just saw this thread and have to admit it's pretty intriguing. I'm one of those guys that weird stuff happens to all the time. Not all supernatural but definitely weird. They happen  often enough I hesitate sometimes telling people. But I did in fact write about a few of them in my new book. For example, six or seven years ago I was bowhunting hogs at one of our Pig-Gigs on a remote ranch south of Artesia Wells, Texas. The second or third day the ranch manager, Lance Johnson, dropped me off at a waterhole for the evening sit. He mentioned it'd be well after dark by the time he could pick me up. No problem. I'm a big boy and not afraid of the dark. This was a remote property behind a half dozen locked gates that happened to lie in a main migration route for Mexican illegals walking through. We were told to try to avoid them although there had not been any serious incidents. So, it gets dark and I work my way out to the sandy, gravel ranch road and my designated meeting area. This was approximately the third week in March, the weather was clear and the night sky brilliantly full of stars. There was little moonlight. It was simply a beautiful, calm night in south Texas. Standing in the brush just off the side of the road, I wanted to see both directions because I wasn't sure which way my ride would come from. Suddenly, down the road I saw a small light go on. It kept lit for a few seconds but turned off just as I raised my binoculars for a peek. I estimated it was about 150 yards from me. A few minutes of darkness slipped by when the light suddenly came on again. This time it was maybe a hundred yards away. I got my binoculars on it this time. It looked like a small flashlight shining on the ground. The first thing that came to my mind was a group of illegals walking with a penlight. The light went off. The next time it came on I judged it to be maybe only fifty yards from me. It only stayed on a few seconds but I realized it was getting closer. This could get interesting. I planned to just stand quietly camouflaged in the brush and just let them walk by. I have to fess up to the fact I entertained the idea of letting them get ten feet from me and jump out like a roaring tiger. But then I thought I might not have enough arrows with me. Then, it dawned on me I wasn't hearing any footsteps. That thought just crossed my mind when the light came on again. I about dumped a load because the distance was about six or seven FEET from me. No sound, no motion, just a simple white light pointing at the ground. I'm going to estimate it came from a height of maybe thirty inches. The white light was an illuminated cone- shape with the top of the cone about thirty inches. As stated, the light was white not at all yellowish. It shined a perfectly round white circle on the ground. In other words, the illuminated circle lit the ground with a distinct edge, unlike a flooded light. It was similar to an LED flashlight shining on the ground at close range. I'd estimate the diameter of the circle of light on the ground to be maybe sixteen to eighteen inches. Now remember, this was six or seven feet from me. The thought then came to me it must be some type of predatory insect or bat that hovers or something, illuminating the ground in search of bugs to feed on. I'm standing there with my bow in my left hand and flashlight in my right. Whatever it was, it was hovering six or seven feet from me. I pointed my flashlight at the upper point of the cone of light and hit my switch. Whatever it was instantly turned off and was gone. I saw nothing, I heard nothing. When the ranch manager picked me up I nonchalantly told him about it, figuring it was some kind of south Texas insect I'd never heard of. He looked at me crazy and wanted to know if I ever did drugs (no). Since then I've brought the subject up a dozen times and not even a nibble. I even did some research on the internet looking for info on insects, bats, birds or whatever that illuminated. I came up with nothing but lightning bugs. And I'll guarantee whatever it was I saw was not a lightning bug. Nor was it "swamp gases". I've been humored by people telling me it was probably a tiny UFO (who said all UFOs have to be big). I really don't care what people say, I know what I saw (or I should say I DON'T know what I saw). I too am a Christian and I swear to God this is a true story. You can either believe it or leave it alone. You tell me. I'd love to know. BW

Whoa    :scared:

BW, when you find out where the light came from, please let us know.

Barry, you must have seen one of those inter- dimensional UFOs.  It was probably farther away from you than you thought. They were probably hog hunting, everyone has got to eat and I have never seen a gray or a lizard man in a super market.  Maybe, it could have been some kind  of a holographic probe that the government uses to keep tabs on the illegal traffic that is kept top secret.  It would be cool if you had another siting
Besides bumping into Toad in the middle of a cornfield, who was after the same buck I was, and getting attacked by a screech owl.  The weirdest thing that ever happened was once I heard a little girl crying for help.  I had shimmied up a hard to climb tree and I was on my way down to help. I could tell the little girl was coming straight towards me, when suddenly a fat man, bawling like he lost his mama, with a huge badger hot on his heels came charging past.

Again not supernatural but another example of how weird stuff happens to me, just last year on my way into a morning stand before light I had a flashlight in my teeth when some kind of bird hit me upside the head knocking my hat off. That's the third time that's happened to me. Another morning during the rut I sat a stand from before light until about 9:30 and never saw a deer. Deciding to move to a different stand because of marginal wind directions I packed up the camera, lowered my bow and started down the ladder. I was about halfway down and all of a sudden had SEVEN racked bucks and about a dozen does come running at me from three different directions. I just stood there halfway down the ladder, not wanting to educate them to my position. My bow was still on the haul-line. After a couple minutes of chasing there was about a fifteen second lull so I quickly climbed back up and pulled my bow up, looked around and they were all gone. It just shows you it can happen at any second during the rut. BW

As always that's some good stufff Barry!
Thanks for sharing.

Travis

Pavan, that's pretty darned funny.  Did you say anything to him?

I've had a few interesting experiences.  Some had explanations, others not so much.

I lived in Alaska for most of the 1990s and for several lived in a little 12x16 cabin set amongst some huge fir trees. I had electricity, but no running water.  There was a little creek that ran within 20 yards of the cabin, and, although it was only 3 feet across and less than a foot deep, it would get packed with salmon every August.  Black bear were constantly peeking in my windows and standing on my porch.  More than once I couldn't open my door to go to work because of a huge black bear enjoying his breakfast.

One night I was laying on my cot, listening to the rain and the salmon splashing in the creek when I thought I heard a child scream. I was in that really relaxed state of mind and thought maybe I imagined it.  To be sure, I got up, went outside, and stood on my porch.  There weren't any houses nearby and it would have been really strange for someone to be out in that area in the middle of the night.

I stood there for several minutes, listening as hard as I could.  That forest was always really strangely quiet.  There were no insect or animal noises at all.  Just the sound of the creek and the small drops of rain. I figured I must have imagined that scream and turned to go inside.

Right as I turned the doorknob, I heard it again.  There was no mistaking it this time.  And it was much louder.  I'll tell you, every hair on my body stood on end.  I figured I had to see what the heck was going on, so I pulled on my boots, grabbed my flashlight and took off towards where the noise came from.

I didn't turn my flashlight on just yet.  I could see just enough to make my way.  I had gone maybe 50 or 60 yards when I heard a distinctly different bunch of noises.  The first was a loud huffing sound. Like something large breathing in and out as fast as it could.  Then I heard a low gutteral growl, then a bunch of limbs and sticks breaking.  Then all hell broke loose.  There was wailing and roaring and teeth popping and limbs breaking and, in the midst of all that, the sound of a baby squalling for its mama.

Mind you, I'm standing there in the woods, in the dark, in my shorts and rubber boots with all of this going on within 30-40 yards from me.  I thought I'd better retreat and find safe haven.

I flew back to the cabin, locked myself in and grabbed my shotgun.  I was rattled to say the least.  My heart was pumping out of my chest.  There was no way I would sleep that night.

The next morning, I did a little reconnaissance mission to see if I could figure out what the heck went on.  Armed with my Benelli full of 00 and slugs, I made my way to the scene.  There were huge tufts of black hair everywhere.  Newly broken limbs and branches were littered about and the ground was torn up in a 20 square yard area.  Several of the trees had scrape marks up and down them.  

To shorten up a long story, it appeared that a big black bear boar had tried to take a cub.  Mama bear was probably fishing nearby and upon hearing the baby squalling, came zooming in to the rescue. By all accounts, she did an admiral job.

I'll tell you one thing, it is quite an experience to hear that much commotion go on yards in front of you and not be able to see it.

I'll share some other storys later.

Hitting what I shoot at!!!

This happened at the last Pig Gig.  It was bizarre.  Kinda freaked me out.  We were all standing around eating and somebody said, "Anybody want any more brats?"  And Barry says, "No thanks, I'm full."

Weird, huh?

   :wavey:    :jumper:

I have not had any weird experiences i can't explain, but my dogs have them all the time.

I spend a lot of time in the woods at night coon hunting, and you see a lot of crazy stuff in the woods at night. Yellow jackets do not like bright lights shined at them, for one thing. I have had a coon try to run up my leg a dozen times. I've had freaky encounters with eyes looking at me that turned out to be those bright eyes tacks (I hate those things, they scare the crap out of me at night). I've run up on a trail camera or two and got flashed - that will stop your heart for a second.

My older dog is a half treeing walker / half cur, and when she was a year old I hunted her a lot by herself. She is the spoookiest dog I've ever had and she gets spooked a lot.

One night we were hunting in kind of a piney woods area that dropped off into a bottom and she was going along right in front of me and she stopped and went rigid looking in one direction. The hair on her back stood up and she was growling at something. In just a minute she lit out after it bawling constantly. Normally she runs coons with a choppy squeal, but she was deep bawling on this, and she ran almost out of earshot before turning and coming straight back at me. Buddy, I was clenched up and had my 22 pistol out and off safety as she got closer and closer, and eventually she just shut up - sounded like a 50 yards away, and after a minute she came trotting up to me in the dark like nothing was wrong. I have no idea what she was running, but it had me spooked.

No looper I did not.  He was wearing a yellow and white striped shirt and purple chord pants.  He was around the bend before I had a chance to do anything.

Not supernatural but i thought it would fit well.

My grandpa had a Navy budy who lived in Florida and was hunting a usual stand of his. A man walked up to hem dressed as a game warden and told him to climb out of the stand. When he got down the "warden" shot him four times killing him instantly. The "warden" ended up being a cereal killer who had killed three other hunters in the same manner just for the money that was in their wallet. When the police finally caught the guy he took his own life in the jail cell he was being held in with a gun the  police didnt find on him in their pat down.

Me and my dad were hunting turkey on the Mnt. Roosevelt WMA in Tennessee. We parked at the begining of the gated road and worked our way about 500 yards back into the timber. We were on the last hill before the trail ended just about to hit the peak when an old jeep wrangler came flying over the hill and not 2 feet beside us in the pitch black of night with his lights on. It showed no reaction to us just kept going. I swore up and down to my dad that there was no man in the car but he insisted that there had to be. We hunted the rest of the day not 50 yards from the place were the incident happened without anymore disturbances. On our way back out there was not a single tire track to be found.

This is a neat thread...here's a scary moment from me:

I graduated college and found a rental house right on Kentucky Lake at Blood River. Had a great job in the ICU and was waiting on my girlfriend (now wife) to finish up at Murray State. It was great because I had thousands of acres of TVA land to hunt lterally right out my backdoor. I could walk to any number of places to hunt. It was great and I would be there today if my wife didn't make me move to Illinois (poor me)to live in whitetail heaven.

Fort Campbell is a short ride from there (remember that), and I visited my brother with the 101st when I could. When I wasn't hunting  :)   I walked across a giant cattle pasture one afternoon and went to one of my stands in the early fall, about a mile walk. When it was time to climb down I remembered I forgot my flashlight. No problem, I'd find the pasture and walk home. Coarse I stumbled around some and got almost turned around. My nerves were a little frayed when I reached the pasture. I caught a compass reading by the light of the moon and started walking. I was a little jumpy but I had my heading and felt safe.

Out of the sky I hear a sudden "whoosing" noise from just over the tree tops, and my heart-rate soared. All at once a giant spotlight nailed me in the middle of the field from above. I hit the deck and thought this is it: I am gonna get picked up by aliens and get butt-doodled by little green men. After a second or two, and amungst my sobs, I hear the rotor wash of the Blackhawk and realized I had just been punked by some guys from Ft Campbell during one of their many exercises on the river.

I can imagine what they thought was maybe a cow or deer that they were just taking a peak at and see this dude on the ground with a longbow crying to God to take him home. I bet they still have a laugh over that...I do  :)

Now that's funny!

Now I don't want to get Mr. Wensel to upset here, however, I think maybe he should read this.  I talked to a man today, that owns land in Texas.  He reported seeing almost an identical light episode, including one that is so bizarre while wearing night vision goggles, that I cannot hardly believe it myself.  Now I am tempted to go to Texas so I can see this as well, it would not be the first time that my curiosity got me into trouble.

QuoteOriginally posted by pavan:
Now I don't want to get Mr. Wensel to upset here, however, I think maybe he should read this.  I talked to a man today, that owns land in Texas.  He reported seeing almost an identical light episode, including one that is so bizarre while wearing night vision goggles, that I cannot hardly believe it myself.  Now I am tempted to go to Texas so I can see this as well, it would not be the first time that my curiosity got me into trouble.

That's it?   :readit:

What I am saying is that there is someone in Texas that believes he saw the same thing, whatever it was.  The deal with the night vision goggles had to do with things in the air that looked alive and could be varied at times in length and width. I don't want to believe it, but I am curious.

See? Fess up... you all thought I was fibbing and/or a psycho. Ha. Fill us in what he thought he saw pavan. I'm curious too. BW

pavan, I'm just messing with you. I would like more details though.   :campfire:  

QuoteOriginally posted by pavan:
The deal with the night vision goggles had to do with things in the air that looked alive and could be varied at times in length and width.

I have one of these, but I didn't know it could fly or cast a beam of light.    :laughing:

He thought it was flashlight too.  But, it did not have any wobble as it moved.  He was shocked when it went across a nearly dried up muck filled stock pond that he was planning on hunting by.  When it got light there were nothing but deep animal tracks in the muck and it almost sucked his boots off as he struggled to walk a part way into it.  The story about the thing in the air that he could see with night vision goggles has me a bit baffled as well. Since I have no facts, I can draw no conclusions on these strange tales, who knows.

My wife's nephew is an intelligent, successful farmer. His family farms thousands of acres, a million bucks to them is seed money.

He told me about his strange light encounter a couple years ago. Now, this guy is as arrow straight and honest as they come.

He said he saw a faint red light moving slowly across one of the fields behind his house one night. The light was headed his way so he stayed put. As the light got closer he could see it was only about 10 feet off the ground and small. When it passed over his head he saw only a glowing red orb about the size of a baseball, traveling soundlessly. Maintaining the same casual speed it crossed his yard and disappeared across an adjacent field. Alien probe, Who knows?

Here is my UFO story.

I was bowhuntig on the Dixie Archers hunting club one evening, didn't see any deer so I left about dark thirty for the 40 mile drive home. I left the club land, turned left on the Sally Burns road and drove north. When I got to the intersection of the Sally Burns Road and Mt Hester road I was adjacent to some land my friend Ralph Waldrep hunted.

I saw a light at the end of a hay field on the land and assumed it was the headlights of Ralph's truck.

Always one to compare notes with my hunting buddies I stopped my truck, got out on the opposite side from the light and shouted "do any good Ralph". It was a very still evening and I was sure my voice would carry the 300 yards to where I saw the light but I got no response.

When I walked around my truck and started down a field road toward the light I could tell it wasn't headlights that I was seeing across the field. It was a round sphere of bright light about the size of a Volkswagen. It appeared to be hovering silently a few feet off the ground.

Directly behind the object was a steep hill rising several hundred feet to the top of a ridge, to the left of it was a creek bottom and an open hollow that extended for miles.  

When I took a couple more steps in it's direction it started drifting soundlessly to the left toward the open creek bottom.

When it got over the creek bottom it left to the east. I mean it really left. We are talking Star Trek, warp speed left. It went from being a Volkswagen sized orb of light to a pin prick of light disappearing at least 10,000 feet up in the blink of an eye.

I was a helicopter crew chief in the Army back in the 60s so I know aircraft and altitude.

After it left I stood there awestruck thinking," I actually saw one, a real UFO".

Look at "ball lightning" in wikipedia.  Sounds similar to what you guys are describing -- except Gatekeeper.    :biglaugh:

I just read up on the ball lightning thing. The shoe doesn't fit on what I distinctly remember. It describes the ball lightning is a "globe" of electricity. What I saw was not at all globe shaped. It was a perfect cone shape, similar to a road construction cone, with very distinct edges of light and a precise pointed top of light. I suppose it's possible for gases to form a distict shape but that'd be stretching it for me. What I recall was a light beam radiating from a precise source/origin, just a few feet away from me. I don't mean to try to convince anyone, I'm just trying to describe it accurately. Still has me stumped. BW

In the early 80s I was stationed at Tatalina AFS in Alaska. I was a radar operator on part of the dew line radar. Our scope covered MT Mckinnly, it showed up as a huge blip on the radar. Being one of the lowest in rank I had to work the night shift.
One night (many actually) we had unidentified blips that would circle Mt Mckinnelly, then they would cross our scope in seconds not minuets like a sr71 would.One time we actually scrambled on the bogeys and listening to the pilot description was frightning.I spent 14 months on that tour 30 men no women, 1 radio station which was afrn, didn't make enough money to hunt and didnt matter as there were no bows or sporting guns anywhere on station. We were resupplied once every 3 months by c130 when they could land and the only tv we got to see were old vhs reruns of 3s company and mash

WE ARE NOT ALONE!

There are billions of stars and millions of planets out there.  There is no way we are alone.

I sleep with socks and converse all stars, just in case I need to run fast.
  I forgot about my super natural experience that I just had while I was preparing some broadheads for this year.  I was building some left wing Hill broadheads.  I usually grind them part way and then go to a file and then a diamond hone.  While sitting in my bedroom I got out my stuff to finish the job. With one head when I started with my diamond hone, I noticed that the broadhead was squeaking.  I thought hmm, never had that before. Looking at the blade I could not see why it was squeaking. But when I started with the hone it started squeaking again, except louder.  I thought now that is weird and I stopped to take a look again.  This time with my glasses on.  To my amazement the thing was squeaking while I was just looking at it.  Then I felt a slight buffeting breeze on the back of my ears.  I spun around to see the largest bat in the world trying to land on my face.  I took a couple of pokes at it with the arrow, but the bat was fast and persistent.  So, I panicked and ran for the front door screaming for help, but only the bat and my dog could hear that pitch. When I got to the front door the bat and the dog beat there, and I was even wearing my super fast moose hide moccasins.  I turned and ran for the back door screaming even louder and higher and still no one could hear me.  the dog and the bat beat me to the back door.  My wife could hear the dog bark and got up.  this diverted the bat's attention and I got out of the door.  I threw open both doors and eventually the bat found his freedom and left.  I had to buy my wife a new Lost Creek NAT, just so she will like me again.

The previous home we rented and lived in for 8 years was on 180 acres about 60 timber and good hunting. When my Dad passed on Christmas eve 2004 I told myself to shoot a arrow into those woods in rememberance of my Dad who got me into archery and instilled traditional archery in my heart. Well I took the time to go out into the middle of the field and let one fly into the woods praying for my Dad the entire time. A few days later I go out back to my archery target to do some shooting. Much to my amazement that arrow was in the bullseye on my bag target. I have only ever told my wife this story and now to you TradGang members. Flint

I was about 16 yrs old we were deep in the swamps of Ehrhardt S.C. about 15 miles from my home in Bamberg S.C. We were coon hunting and it was late in the year cold pretty clear night but in the swamp the light was broken up by the trees.

 
 We heard the dogs going crazy about 100 yds further in the swamp we made our way back to the dogs thinking we got us a coon up a tree. I was with my brother, Gilbert Miller our coach from the 4-H rifle team Blain Hefflefinger and Robbie Smith and a few guys we met that evening. Well we got to where the dogs were and Blain screamed out like something had him good. Robbie was next to him and screamed out, seeing nothing I came closer and the shadow of a tree had the most perfect image of a huge creature and Blains shirt was caught on a branch. As I tried to help free him from the creature we thought we saw, the dogs still going crazy my brother yelled out and we knew we saw something move this time. Well the dogs didn't have a coon in a tree but a bobcat that must have been close to 30# and between the dogs and us yelling in the woods the bobcat had enough and used my brother as a springboard to high tail it out of there. We were never more relieved to see a bobcat. Not supernatural but close enough for us.

When I was a teen and in to my early 20s, I'd take an annual canoe trip down the north fork of the Edisto River in South Carolina. I'd take a buddy and go anywhere from 3 to 10 days.  My dad would drive us down, drop us off, and come get us when I'd call.  

They were awesome adventures and I saw all sorts of strange things. The absolutely strangest, though, was pretty spooky.

My buddy and I pitched our tent on one of the few dry spots in the middle of that swamp.  This was before gps systems, but I knew from my maps that we were in as remote a spot as you can get in SC.  We were sitting around our fire, recapping the days events, and were getting ready to hit the sack.

All of a sudden, both Russell and I both got a severe case of goosebumps.  As we both sat there, wondering what the heck was going on, a person appeared about 20 feet from us.  I jumped to my feet, but didn't say anything.  The man, an older black person, looked at both of us, turned around without saying a word, and walked back in the woods.  

I was so shocked to see someone out in the swamp where we were, I couldn't speak.  After a second or two Russell yelled out in a very girlish voice, something to the effect of "don't come back, we've got guns!"

We both got this really uneasy feeling and stoked the fire up.  We didn't sleep at all and left as soon as there was enough light to see the next morning.

The freakiest thing about the whole incident is that we didn't hear a sound.  The ground was covered in leaves and sticks and nothing could walk in that area without making an awful racket. That old man didn't make a sound.

North Edisto that must be near Orangeburg or Branchville area. I know the area well. That makes sense I know we came across a cabin in a spot that I still don't know how they managed to build. Deep in the swamp. We didn't hang around.

Prolly the ghost of Will Thompson's guide.

Killdeer   :campfire:

there's enough on this thread to keep the "Monster Quest" team going for a long time. Maybe "Ghost Hunters" or that UFO show thing.

This was a very interesting thread!!!

anyone else have a story to share?

my 45 dollar ben pearson recurve has a supernatural power i believe! it belonged to my favorite barber whom i used to get my hair cut every month as a kid. when i joined the military he passed away. fast forward eight years later a guy i knew where i worked had an old recurve in his basement long story short it belonged to my barber who passed away eight years earlier, the two were old buddies i guess, so that year i shot it every day and hunted with it that fall, an eight pointer walked 12 yds from me on the ground i double lunged the buck, i believe that my barber was there that day it just felt like something was there guiding my arrow! to the date its the biggest buck i have ever taken, not to mention with a 45 dollar recurve!

Highpiont I understand I have a thing with birds.   :dunno:  

One year I was deer hunting in the west desert country of Utah with a freind. We had hunted all day with no luck. On are way home we were talking about UFO's and strange things in the night,we had just watch a T.V. special on things like that. We were young and full of crazy ideas. We then we came acrossed a truck with both doors open in the middle of the road with two older gentelmen out side of it. There was a big light about 40 ft off the ground and the two guys were outside of their truck looking like they had seen a ghost. We stop to help or to see what was going on. When I step out side of our truck the wind was blowing sand and grit in my face but not a sound. We all just look at each other and said nothing. We were maybe 75 yards at the most from the light but there was no sound. We all stood out side of our vehicals not knowing what to say or do. I was thinking UFO! Then I heard the distinked sound of a jet turbine fire up then I clearly heard the sound of a hellacopter blades pounding. It then lifted off and was gone that quick. At that time I had never heard of a whisper mode on a hellacopter but i heard nothing but the wind until thous jet engines fired up. Infact not for many year later did I hear of such things. I'm sure that there was a couple of military boys that had a good laugh at our account that night. We were real close to a miliary base that has be blamed for many UFO sightings. Boy I sure thought I was going to see my frist E.T. that night.

Dang it twitch.I thought we were goin to get a good probein story out of that.LOL

ttt

wanted to bring this back in the spirit of halloween hoping maybe someone had some new stories?

anyone?

This isn't related to traditional archery but it's just... I don't even know what to call it but it sure was cool to have it happen.

Maybe you can explain how or why something like this happens?

I am pulling out of my driveway this morning headed to the store and Casey's to pick up the milk, Orange juice and doughnuts for church. I am backing out  onto the street but before I  can start forward after getting out into the street I see a CD laying on the edge of the road almost in my driveway. I started to go on but for whatever reason I changed my mind and partially pulled back into my drive, got out and picked it up.

I inspected it and it was undamaged as far as I can tell. I read the label and nothing rings a bell with me as I've never heard of the musical group.

I have a CD player in the truck so I pop it in and listen to the music from that moment until I get to church.

Fast forward, church is over and I climb into my truck and head home.  The CD is still in the player and continues playing from where it stopped previously.I get about a mile from church and the thought pops into my head that while this music is ok it's just not my kind of music.

I immediately remembered something our young minister said during either church or Sunday school about his love of music and how varied his tastes are so it hit me that I was going back to church and give the CD to him.

I walk in and he and his wife are standing around visiting with some folks and when it feels like the appropriate time I step up handing him the CD and at the same time asking him if he knows anything about the group listed on the label. He starts laughing and hands the CD to his wife.
His wife says "See I didn't lose this!"

Go figure? He hasn't been to my house in several months but I seemed to have found his CD directly at the end of my driveway barely in the edge of the street.

What are the chances of this just being a great series of coincidences?

God bless,Mudd

People may have supernatural or religious experiences.  People also have a powerful natural intuitive sense, which can add an enormous extra dimension to your life.  We live it every day as we shoot traditional bows without sights.  Figure that moving the front of the arrow more than 1/8" will throw you out of a 6" circle at 20 yards.  Look closely at anyone shooting a bow.  The front of their arrow is moving more than 1/8" all the time, and yet if that person is a reasonably competent archer, he will be able to hit inside of a 6" circle at 20 yards.  How is that possible?  You can't consciously decide when to release the arrow, because you can't know, consciously, when the tip of the arrow is moving within the 1/8" gap needed to hit within a 6" circle.  But you can learn to do that.  How?  By intuitively knowing when to release the arrow (or instinctively, as we like to say).

The same is true of life in general.  Have you ever felt that a business or personal acquaintance needed to be called?  They probably did.  Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night with the solution to a problem in your life?  It was your intuition.  Honestly, have you ever made any important decision in your life based solely on logic and deduction?  If you're like me, your intuition called the final shot.  We don't know what intuition is, and it is definitely outside of logic and mental calculation, but the more that you recognize that it is real and can be a powerful force for you, the better you can use it.

Yep, in Eastern Oklahoma.  One year, I was hunting in an area by myself, my 2 friends hunting in a nearby draw area.  Thoughout the day I kept seeing movement and forms that just weren't there.  I kept seeing kind of "ghostly" images that I couldn't explain.  Back at camp, I told my friends about my experiences & they just made fun of me - small wonder, I'm sure I sounded adled.  The next year, one of my friends and I went back to the area I was in the previous year.  We were separated by about 1/2 mile and didn't mention the previous year's experience.  At the end of that day, back at camp, my friend came up to me & told me, "man, I saw some strange things!".  He wasn't kidding as he later told me he had forgot about my earlier experiences & he was being honest, too.  I also again saw weird shapes and inexplicable movement.  We both saw lots of whitetail but too far to shoot at.  The funny thing was we later found out from locals that the area we were hunting was reported to be an old Native burial site.  As a geologist, I'm not prone to whimsy & have a "seeing is believing" kind of attitude.  Well, I saw it!  
That's my story & I'm sticking to it!
Eddie Paulsgrove

I have read this entire thread and found if fascinating.  I have been a little hesitant to share my story, 'cause some of the few people I have told it to were disbelieving and thought I was nuts.  It also isn't hunting related, but does include the outdoors and fishing.
 During much of my early life, I would have dreams, or probably more accurately, little flashes of deja vu quite often.  Usually, I would have these little flashes when dreaming and then sometime in the future be in a situation where I would have that "I've been here before" feeling.  I would then remember the "dream" or whatever it might be called.  This would happen to me a lot, and it really kind of freaked me out.
 I grew up in Iowa and was about 10 or 11 I think.  I had one of these visons, dreams, deja vu experiences that was a bit longer and more real than others.  I had the same 'dream' twice.  In the dream, I was standing on an old bridge, one of those steel girder arch type old bridges common years ago.  It had a wooden deck and wooden guard rails.  My younger brother (6 years younger) was on the bridge with me, and we went to the side of the bridge to look at the raging, flooding river below.  My brother leaned against the rail and it broke, he fell, and as if in slow motion, I looked down at him as he fell, looking up at me with his mouth open in a silent scream before he disappeared in the flood waters of the river below.  Each time I had this 'dream' I woke up crying and scared to death.  
 Some time later, within the year, we were down at one of my uncles farms for a visit.  None of us were doing much,so my uncle asked if we wanted to go to the river to fish.  This was odd, because I have never known my uncle to hunt or fish.  But I was obsessed with fishing or anything to do with nature and the outdoors, and so was so excited and wanted to go.  My dad, uncle, older brother and I wanted to go.  My little brother (4 or 5 at the time) heard us talking and wanted to go. For some reason I didn't understand, I immediately without thought said, "no, you can't go!"  He  was upset and started crying and said he wanted to go.  I got quite rude and mean to him telling him that he couldn't go.  He ran in the house crying, and my dad looked at me and asked what my problem was and that I had acted like a jerk. My brother wouldn't come out of the house.
 My uncle, dad, oldr brother, cousin and I went to the river. I had not been at this location before.  We saw the river was very high with flooding, so we walked out on the bridge to look at it.  I was out front, and walked part way out and then walked to the rail to look down.  I put my hand on the rail, and it was broken, and started to swing out.  If I had leaned against it, I would have fallen through, and as I looked down at the river, it was the exact scene from my "dream", except without my brother falling into the river.  I was so overwhelmed, I ran back to the car and said I wanted to go home.  For some reason at the time, I could not tell anyone what happened, I guess because it scared me so much. I remember that day quite clearly 40 years later.

I believe God saved  my brothers life that day.  After thinking about it, I am amazed that after that and a few other things in my life, that I ever question God, or struggle with faith, but I sometimes do.  Maybe I am a little crazy, but this story is the absolute truth.

Dave, a while back they had an article in "traditional bowhunter" called hunters intuition.

since this was such a fun thread I thought it should be placed back up at the top of the powwow, for new people to enjoy and for new stories to be told.

A few years back I was staying up at the cabin for a few days, just me and my black labs, Snoopy and Jake. Late one evening, about 2am, I awoke in a terrible fright. I was laying in bed on my left side, so I was able to look directly down the stairs to the ground level. There was a dark shape coming up the stairs. Now this cabin is in a remote area, about 60 miles south of the Canadian border, and it was a moonless night. It was so dark you literally could not see your hand in front of your face. Nevertheless, there was something blacker than the night coming up the stairs towards me. I was quite literally paralyzed, I could not move. I also felt an intense chill, even though it was late summer.

An amorphous darkness floated up towards me, and then stopped just short of me. It gained definition on the left and top sides. The darkness had an edge, a place where it definitely stopped and mere night began. The right and bottom edges had no such definition, and the thing's boundaries seemed to ebb and flow, and fade in and out like a black mist. All the while I remained immobile with terror.

Although rooted with terror, I never sensed evil or malevolence, just iciness and "other". I have no words to explain what I felt, it was something entirely beyond my comprehension of emotion. But it was cold, and it was powerful, and it was terrifying.

Then I felt an icy cold hand, as frigid as anything I have ever felt, reach around and grab my neck from the rear, but the fingers did not seem to stop at my flesh, but slipped through the muscles and settled on my bones. Then another hand caressed my spine from top to bottom. I felt this thing was glad I was there, and the thought of what could gladden a thing such as this only added depth to my fear.

Then it smoothly pulled back and began to dissolve into tatters, like smoke in the wind. The pieces drifted quickly to the east and dissolved.

I was left shivering in my bed, repeating the Lord's Prayer over and over as soon as I had recovered enough to gain control of my faculties. It was some time before I could find enough courage to reach out and turn on the light.

I don't know if you could classify this as supernatural but it was weird.Several years back I was bowhunting and at that time you had to shoot a doe before you could shoot a buck where I live. I'm up in my treestand with a stone wall 15 feet in front of me and here comes this nice eight point buck straight towards me. Now of course I hadn't shot my doe yet, so I knew I had to pass on the buck. I just froze. The buck came over the wall and walked past the tree I was in about 15 feet on my left. I swear I did not move until he was past me and even then I  only moved my head ever so slowly using my eyes. I swear he did not see me or see any movement. Then for no apparent reason when he got about 10 feet beyond me he just stopped, turned his head, and looked straight up at me. Any movement of my head which I said was hardly any at all, was made well before he stopped. Six sense or what?

Here's hoping the woods are always filled with this kind of mystery and magic. The day I know everything that's out there is the day I loose interest in trekking afield.

Anyways, I have only one "supernatural" experiance outdoors. It concerns my first deer, and TG member adkmountainken. You see, Ken is my mentor. My guide to all things outdoors. A while back, Ken hung a stand on a northwoods mountainside he named the medicine stand. A stand I've since become quite taken with.
It was November 2009. My seventh year of trying for a deer. Never used a gun, just a longbow. In hopes of accomplishing this task, I hunted harder than ever before. I'd come close, even taken my first shot at a deer. But no cigar. So in desperation, I took four days off work and stayed with Ken's mother, devoting all my time to the nearby deer woods.
It had been a blast, to say the least. Squirrels, turkey, coyotes, and even deer...all gave me lasting impressions to come away with. However, come afternoon of the last day, I still had nothing on the ground. So, it came time to make a decision.
Here is where the smart hunter would have chosen to hunt a nearby property in the southern zone of the state. Flat ground, a short walk from the car, deer were adequately patterned and quite plentiful. Plus, it was still bow season only. On the mountain in the northern zone, the deer were more dispersed, the terrain more aggressive, and a gun season was just kicking off. Poor odds, but there is no more beautiful a view than out of the medicine stand. If I was coming home empty handed again, I may as well enjoy myself. So, I donned my wool clothing and took that mountain trail for all it was worth.
Here is where the mystic experiance takes place. After climbing into the stand and sitting a few hours without game, I began to get ansy. It happens alot, and was always the cause for my lack of bigger game. No action, and stumps and squirrels became very appealing to me. I was about to get down and fling some arrows for a bit, when the hawk cried out above me.
Now, Adkmountainken has always claimed the redtailed hawk as his medicine animal. He's had this connection with them in the most spiritual of ways. So when a hawk suddenly appeared overhead, while I sat in a stand Ken himself had hung, I took it as a sign. More so when the bird began to over over two specific points; one a valley 100 yards in front of me, and the other was a point on the deer trail that ran past my stand. He went from one point to the next, before soaring off with a final cry. It was right then that I decided I would sit still until dark. I didn't care if my butt fell off, cause of that cold metal chair, and if I saw nothing the entire time. I was staying.
Well, about an hour after the experiance, I heard crashing in the woods. Not like a squirrel darting through the leaves. Not even turkey's made this much noise. It was as if the local track team had decided to take a practice run up; that mountain.
Sure enough, out bursts a pair of does, running full bore 100 yards away. Now, I'd only seen 1 deer prior on this mountain, but what's more impressive is that they came from the valley the hawk had circled over. They disappeared down the mountainside, but were soon followed by two more does. Does that wouldn't even stop for a grunt call. I wasn't really surprised when the 6-point came hot on there heels.
I felt a twinge of sadness as I realized they would lead him down the mountain as well, far away from me. That sadness faded, however, when the first two does appeared on the deer trail that led under my stand. Appeared right where the hawk had also circled, and continued toward my stand. They led that buck right into my range, and some hours later, I was having pictures taken with my hands wrapped around those glossy antlers.

Call it what you will. Its that little memory that I take out when I need reminding that there's something bigger pulling the strings out there. And for what it's worth, thank you Ken...

QuoteOriginally posted by Justin Black:
Hey poison arrow it sounds like you saw a Faun which was a Roman spirit of the woods.

It does sound like that. He even said that he was in pine flats.

"The faun is a half human  - half goat (from the head to the waist being the human half, but with the addition of goat's horns) manifestation of forest and animal spirits which would help or hinder humans at whim. Romans believed fauns inspired fear in men traveling in lonely, remote or wild places but were also capable of guiding humans in need.

These beliefs have their roots in Greek mythology - Nonnus' Dionysiaca gives the following description of the faun's relationship with nature:
"    ...leader into the forest of pines was Phaunos (Faunus) who was well practiced in the secrets of the lonely thickets which he knew so well, for he had learnt about the highland haunts of Kirke his mother."

A trip to Cohutta with Terry Green is supernatural.  Especially when he appears from out of nowhere in the dense fog wearing a tie-died sleeveless shirt and the famous salad hat!

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QuoteOriginally posted by fnshtr:
I often talk to God in the wild... yeah, supernatural experience every time I do!

Yep X2. Same here.  :thumbsup:

I knew this gal some 25 years ago, her name was Sue Perdue.....and every time this thread pops up it reminds of her


Not sure why, but it does.

  :dunno:

I have really enjoyed this thread!

bpjohn,

You're giving Stephen King a run for his money there!

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I have read the whole thread, and I have but two stories from the whole of my life to share. I have only ever had these 2 things happen to me that were supernatural, and they both occurred in the same place: Naval Air Station Patuxent River, MD. Before these 2 things happened I did not believe in a 'super natural' world.

Story 1:

I was 18 or 19 years old and a fresh face on base, not more than 6 months out of boot camp. I was stationed in the barracks at the time, as I was not yet an NCO and could  not live off base. The barracks were essentially a giant modular building with eight, 2 man rooms, and a community bathroom.

My roommate was a guy named Tim from Up State New York. He was a nice, clean, quiet guy, and we respected each other's space. That goes a long way when your 'house' is 15 feet by 8 feet.

Anyhow, Tim would always wake up before me and shuffle around the room before heading to the gym before work. I would hear him moving around the room, but in the most subtle "half awake/half asleep" mode that you find yourself in sometimes. You know, when you can hear everything around you, know what is going on around you, but your eyes aren't open and you are sort of still asleep.

Well, this particular morning it is about 0615; just before first light. I am lying warm in my bed on my stomach and I start to hear Tim moving around the room. Then it dawns on me... It is SUNDAY and Tim is in New York. Who the hell is in my room?? At the exact moment of this thought dawning on me I feel all the hair on the back of my neck shoot straight up. Then I feel a weight pushing down on my back, pushing me hard against the bed. It felt as though a large man was putting all his weight onto my back, preventing me from turning over or moving. The weirdest part however was that I could not open my eyes at all. I remember straining so hard to open my eyes. Then in an instant it felt almost as though the weight JUMPED off my back. I opened my eyes, sat straight up, and the room was empty.

I'll just share that one for now.

I love this thread! But it's so long, that  I haven't been able to finish reading it. I always start back at the beginning and run out of time. I'll have to mark my place so I can get through it all... Great Stories!
I have a "super natural" story or two of my own, but they don't have anything to do with the woods or hunting. So I'll leave them out. Let's just say that I have come to believe from personal experience.

I will share an odd animal behavior story, though...
About thirty years ago, mid afternoon, on a bright, sunny day, I was enjoying a walk in the woods. I head out along a power line, carrying a lever action 22, and was plinking pine cones and such. It was in a typical south Florida, pine and palmetto flatland, with  heavy scrub growing in the ditches on either side of the built up access road. I had walked about three quarters of a mile, when something made me turn around and look. There in the middle of the path, about twenty yards behind me, was a bobcat. We stood there staring at each other for a while. Then it turned and slinked off into the scrub on the east side of the trail. I went on another two  or three hundred yards, and had forgotten about the cat, when I heard a crunch in the dry palmettos to my left. It was the bobcat again. It was standing there, not more than a dozen yards away, just staring at me through a break in the scrub. The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I stood there looking back into it's hypnotic eyes. I didn't know what else to do, so I gave him a "right between the eyes" shot with the Winchester, and he dropped in his tracks.
Broad daylight... Anything but "cat like" stealth... Stalking something five times it's own weight...
What do you think?... Rabies?
I should have kept the pelt... Why didn't I keep the pelt?  :dunno:

I didn't think this thread would go this far. It seems to be a favorite. My daughter just read some of these stories, she's 19 and will be sleeping with a night light tonight.

QuoteOriginally posted by kill shot:
I didn't think this thread would go this far. It seems to be a favorite. My daughter just read some of these stories, she's 19 and will be sleeping with a night light tonight.

:biglaugh:

the most amazing tidbit from this thread is on like the fourth page with the late Brian Krebs taking about knowing that something is going to happen, then it does.....He past not long ago and here he is...telling us he knows we know!

i was guiding elk hunters in the eaglecap wilderness and one day while waiting for everyone else to get back from picking up hunters myself and a wrangler were sitting in camp.he asked me to show him how to bugle with a reed and grunt tube.i let out a mild bugle and it was answered immediatly by some strange roar from across the minam river.no bear,elk mountain lion or anything else in them mountains that sound like that.i bugled again only to have the roar answer even louder and closer.we started hearing large river rocks being thrown into the water.scared the hell outta both of us.the river was less than a hundred yards from camp.talk about no sleep.i was blinkin like a hoot owl all night.nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin chairs.

Back in 1982 I was coaching cross-country and took a group of boys to the Indiana Dunes in Michigan City, In to train for a week. It was late at night and I decided to take a walk to get away from camp and went down to the beach on lake Michigan. About a half mile away coming in my direction was a patrol type suv spot lighting the beach and water. I quickly got into the water and went out quite a ways and was having fun of dipping under the water as the patrol spot light glided over the water I was under. The patrol car left and I was standing in water that was about shoulder level..it was clear, stars and a pretty good moon light above. All of a sudden a young lady comes out of the water from I dont know where and says to be "what are you doing" . I was shocked as I did not know where the hell she came from but noticed she was upset. She told me her husband beat the hell out of her and she needed to get away from him. I told her how I was ditching the cop lights and next thing I knew, she was gone. I never told anyone about this story until a group of my fellow teachers were telling ghost stories(20 years later) and I decided to finally break the silence on this one. One of the teachers said "oh my god, there is several accounts about Diana of the Shores in the Michigan City, Indiana area. As the story goes, back in like 1904, I man and wife were livin in the area and Diana drunken jealous husband beat her to a pulp and she died. Several stories of Diana appeared over the years in the area. I did'nt believe it until I did a google search on ghost stories across america where you could go to individual states and click on to see ghost stories... Sure enough, it was there, the story about Diana of the Shores. This is a true story that really happened to me.....

This is just amazing,these are the most interesting storys I have ever read.I have been reading this all the way thru from page 1 to 19.I have not had any thing happen to me as such in these stories.It's 2am now,but could not walk away from this.I am 47 years old and things doin't really scare you any more.I live in the country and my backyard buts up to about 25,000 acres of national forest,No body behind me for miles.My computer sets in an area that use to be the utility room in our home,there is a door that goes into the garage.This is our main way of travel in and out of the house.My teen age daughter left about 8pm with her friends .My wife told me earlier that she was spending the nite with her friends.My wife is asleep my son is in his room asleep.Just me the computer and these stories.I am on the last page (19),feeling kinda spooky from reading these ghostly incounters when all of a sudden the door from the garage flies open!! Its my daughter and a friend...I almost S...T my pants.The dogs did not bark no warning at all someone was here.Holy Crap!!!! Its time to go to bed,can't wait to show my wife this thread.WOW

Once actully 3 times I heard a shot bow season. Only me ang another guy and his son hunts the farm. All 3 times I looked for the guy all 3 tmes it was in the same hollow all 3 times I could smell black power.
 Ran into the son at a country store. Told him my story. He said ya it's just DAN HE USE TO LIVE WHERE THE OLD FOUNDATION IS top of the hollow. He's just squrril hunting. I've heard the shots a couple times smell the smoke.
   But dad see's the guy always walking up the hill in that hollow carrying a squrril. But when he going up the hill dad can never catch up. And he's gone when dad tops the hill at the foundation. We leave that hollow to DAN for the last few years.
  I do the same.

There are some truely great stories that have been shared here.

Some of them, I would much rather read about than experience first hand.

I bet there are some stories that remain untold that would just turn us inside out. Perhaps they are not shared out of fear of ridicule, or perhaps they are not shared because of re-experiencing the fear, or emotion. Perhaps, some experiences seem just too personal to share.

TTT, because there are more great stories to be told.

Was re-reading some of these posts and thought of one.  

My family, including myself, are all from south Louisiana.  My grandpa did two things in life, work and hunt/fish...that was it.  In the old days they would hunt deer with dogs.  Mostly because the swamps and marsh were so thick and hard to get through that was the only way to hunt them.  They'd carry these horns made from cow horn. Think of a powder horn, same thing.  Anyways, when the hunt was over the person handling the dogs would blow this horn to signal everyone on the hunt.  

My grandpas had a brother named Joe and one day one of the hunters comes across an old shotgun leaned against a tree with a game bag and a horn hanging on a limb.  On the horn was scrimshawed "Joe Rodrigue" and a picture of a coyote.  But the thing is none of the men, including my great uncle Joe had ever seen it.  Then did not know who the gun belonged to either.  It was pretty rusted up as it had been there a while.  And this particular area was very isolated and back then most of the folks knew pretty much everyone else in the area.  None had known of another Joe Rodrigue.  and couldn't figure out why someond would just leave their stuff in the swamps like that. So it's still a mystery.  I have the horn hanging on the wall in my den now.

Shortly after my grandmother was laid to rest, I went to my father's house to borrow his lawn mower. "It's at your grandmother's house." He said. "In the garage. Would you mind bringing it back here when you're done with it?" He had been working over there, cleaning the place up, getting it ready to sell. When I got there the garage door was unlocked. So I went in. Before we moved here ourselves, this had been our Florida home for a few weeks every summer while I was growing up.  Lots of good memories of family vacations. I wanted to have one last look around, but the door from the garage to the kitchen was locked. I checked for the nail under the work bench, and sure enough, the key was still there. When I entered the kitchen, I had this overwhelming sense, not of my grandmother, but my grandfather. It didn't make any sense. He'd been gone for ten or twelve years, and she had just passed. The furniture was all gone. But there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, eating his lunch. When I went into the living room, he was there, sleeping in his favorite chair. I didn't see him with my eyes. In a way, it was more real than that.  If I had actually been able see him, and closed my eyes, he would have still been there... If you know what I mean. I looked around a little more, blew it off as just residual memories, took the lawn mower, and left.
Later, when I returned the lawn mower to Dad, he was working in his own yard. He was down on his knees pulling weeds or something. With out looking up, he said, "Did you go inside?" "Yeah. Why?" I asked. "Did you see anything?" "No." I said. "Nothing?" he pressed. Then I told him that when I went inside, thoughts of his father hit me like a ton of bricks. This made him stand up and look at me.
He had been over there a few days before,  fixing something in the far end of the house. From the other end of the house, he could hear the glass shower door rolling back and forth on it's tracks. He went to see who else was in the house with him, but found no one. This went on a few more times when he finally said, "Stop it Pa! You're scaring the hell out of me!" It didn't happen again.
Then he told me that before Grandma's funeral, my cousin was sent to the house to pick up the dress that she was to be buried in. When my cousin lifted the hanger off the rod, and turned to leave the large walk-in closet, Grandpa was standing in the door blocking her exit!
Dad then told me something us kids hadn't been told about at the time... There was another retired couple in the neighborhood that my grandparents were very close to. They played cards every week, etc. Shortly after Grandpa died, His buddy, Leo tried to kill himself. He told his wife, "I have to go! Stan (my grandfather) needs me!" He failed that time, but about a year later, managed to put a bullet in his head.

On the flip side of all this, my mother passed away a year ago. My brother and I had those same duties of cleaning her place up to sell it. We spent a lot of time there painting and stuff... She is not there. Neither is her mother, who's place it was before it was Mom's. They have both moved on to a better existence. My brother and I were there in the hospital with Mom when she passed. I felt an overwhelming sense of peace at that moment... No fear... Like everything was happening as it should.
That's how I want to go.

Re-reading some of these stories I found a very strange similarity. That similarity is/was the age of most of us when these things occurred.

We were all generally in our mid to late teens, or early 20's. All young men.

This leads me into my 2nd, and only other supernatural experience. I will tell that story now, as I stated that I would in my first story.

Story 2:

Once again, I was 18 or 19 years old and stationed at Patuxent River Maryland. I worked in an Aviation Intermediate Maintenance Department. Basically, it was one gigantic hanger with 10-15 different big workshops in it. Each shop would work on different aircraft components and they would then be shipped back over to the squadrons. We were like the pit crew for all of the different airplanes.

Now, if you have spent any time in the military then you know what 'watch' is. Basically you are on guard duty, guarding whatever 'command' you work for. The 'watches' are all 8 hours long, and the "mid-watch" is the midnight to 0800. The watch consisted of two guys, an E-5 or E-6, and an E1-E4 (generally a younger guy).

This particular night I was on the mid watch. My duty was to walk around ('rove') the giant empty hangar every 30 minutes and then report back to the senior NCO on watch with me that everything was 'secure'. Our hangar was laid out in a way that the far side of the hangar had steps leading up to it, and about 12 offices, for senior command were built on the 2nd floor; built right into the wall of the hangar.

The time was about 0300, and I had yet to rove the far side of the hangar. I had put it off for whatever reason. Anyhow, I got to the far side of the hangar, flashlight in hand, and made my way to the 2nd floor. Once you get to the second floor you open a door, and are in a hallway. In front of you on the left along the hall are the 12 offices, with a bathroom at the end of the hallway. I was to check that all the doors were locked by shaking them.

So, I walk down the length of the hallway checking that all the doors are locked, get to the far end and turn around, heading back in the direction of the door leading to the stairwell. About halfway back toward the stairwell I hear 'click, click, click'. I stop in my tracks. It sounded like someone was walking behind me. More specifically, it sounded as though the thing/person behind me was wearing high heels. You know the 'click' sound that is made when a woman walks on a hard floor with heels on. So I start walking again and after four more steps I hear the 'click, click, click'. This time I stop dead in my tracks and I feel a sudden cold rush come right up behind me, and all the hair shoots straight up on the back of my neck. It felt like whatever it was was standing right behind me breathing down my neck.

At this point I break into a full spring and didn't stop until I was back at the front of the hangar where my NCO was. I am breathing heavy and so he asks me what is going on???

Me: "I was at the back of the hangar..."

(He cuts me off)

NCO: Far side of the hangar, by the offices?

Me: Yeah..... and I was down by the female bathroom and...

(Cuts me off again)

NCO: You heard what sounded like a woman in high heels walking behind you?

Me: Yeah..... how do you know???????

NCO: You are the 4'th young airman that I have been on watch with that has told me that EXACT same story in the exact same place. I have personally walked up there myself trying to experience the same thing, but it never happens to me. Only happens to guys between 18 to about 22.

I swear on everything that this story is 100% true.

I have often heard that beginning near puberty, we are either more sensitive to other planes or more susceptible to deranged thinking. This sensitivity drops off as we are transitioned into adult responsibilities, or mental health facilities.

I am reluctant to tell of some of my experiences, as I feel that it betrays a trust, or weakens the power.

I can reveal that my first muzzleloader deer was taken under much the same circumstances as Bowspirit's experience. I name all my deer, and this one's REAL name is Patience, though I tell most folks that he is called Henry. A redtail told me to hunt steady, and at last light an eight-point came along the ridgeline, nose to the drag line that I had walked that morning. I was seated on a three-inch-wide board wedged into the base of three trees, and believe me, it was some kind of painful! I was also suffering the residual pains of a lower back injury, which was most unhelpful.

I was going to gather my stuff and head to camp, hot food and a warm mattress. I was tired  of dancing my butt cheek to cheek trying to stave off the pain, and the damp cold had seeped into my bones.

I caught motion out of the corner of my eye, and caught a flash of bird rising from the hill across the stream valley. A redtail hawk rose from the trees and crossed to my side of the stream. I know that I often look stupid, but I always greet my bird friends with an open palm, and so I greeted this one.

It circled above me four times, and then went back over to the other hill and settled down to hunt. Thus chastened, I did the same. I shot the buck at 20 yards. He is still the biggest deer I ever killed.

But the other stuff, when I was in my late teens... I better keep mum.
Killdeer

Killdeer, are you a tease lol. Good read everyone.

I was once anchored up in a little cove and spent the night on my boat. When I got there it was high tide. Next morning when we got up, it was low tide, so about 20 feet lower water. This exposed a lot of shore I could not see the night before. Someone ? had arranged large rocks on the tidal flat to form a cross. It was about 25 feet top to bottom and 15 feet wide. I had to go ashore in the dinghy with our dog, so we went over there to look at it. Lodged in the stones of the cross I saw a salmon trolling plug, it was missing the hooks on it, just stuck between the rocks, with some line still attached to it.
I got it out and brought it back to the boat, cleaned it up and put a new hook on it.
We left the cove and went a little ways, and I saw some fish on the sonar, so decided to troll a bit. Put down the found plug from the cross, and within 30 minutes had a 25 pound king salmon.
Not sure if that is supernatural, but it was super anyway.

I was once anchored up in a little cove and spent the night on my boat. When I got there it was high tide. Next morning when we got up, it was low tide, so about 20 feet lower water. This exposed a lot of shore I could not see the night before. Someone ? had arranged large rocks on the tidal flat to form a cross. It was about 25 feet top to bottom and 15 feet wide. I had to go ashore in the dinghy with our dog, so we went over there to look at it. Lodged in the stones of the cross I saw a salmon trolling plug, it was missing the hooks on it, just stuck between the rocks, with some line still attached to it.
I got it out and brought it back to the boat, cleaned it up and put a new hook on it.
We left the cove and went a little ways, and I saw some fish on the sonar, so decided to troll a bit. Put down the found plug from the cross, and within 30 minutes had a 25 pound king salmon.
Not sure if that is supernatural, but it was super anyway.

That's weird, my post came up twice.
Another miracle!

Ok heres one hot off the presses (sort of)This past December I was bowhunting elk in utah with a group of guys. We were covered up in elk (from trail cam pics) but they were very nocturnal. We had been at it over a week when the weather moderated. The snow would melt during the day and refreeze at dark. We hunted from blinds and were extremely quiet. One evening (your antcipation increased with darkness coming)about 10 minutes before dark the trail cam directly across from me goes off. Startles me , but increases trying to make out a big bull. I wait longer than normal to leave but neither hear or see what set off the camera. I gather my gear and step out in the clearing. Taking a few more steps I stop and footsteps are following me.I am 49 and been hunting alone most of my life. I am also not afraid of what goes bump in the night. But in this case the steps have my attention. The crusty snow was letting me know i wasnt imagining things. I would go two or three steps and stop and listen and the steps were getting closer. I turned on my headlamp and cast about but nothing. The sound was within feet of me and they were heavy steps like mine. In fact the sound mirrored my exact steps. I at first thought an elk had come in and was attracted to my noise(not likely though). Ok now it has my full attention, the atv was several hundred yds away and I wrestled with running but settled for a brisk walk. The only thing I could think of was the comfort the running atv would give me(not to mention i could escape).I stopped at least 3 times to listen to the sounds and it closed the distance each time. Ok im onj atv and slogging back to camp. I relate the story to my hunting partner who out of nowhere relates a story of an indian chief who manifests in the middle of the night in a hotel room face to face with his friend. The guy relates the story to his indian guide the next morning who tells him who the chief is and the the hotel is on ancient burial grounds.Ok the story gets better. My partner isnt intimidated by my story and he asks if he can hunt my blind. I take another stand and to my amazement the footsteps follow me the next night also. I am a man of faith and the second time it happened it made me smile.I imagined it was my guardian angel and left it at that. Later i found out due to the elk that had moved into our area a cougar was stalking them there (The cat came by a hunter in broad daylight). What i witnessed was not a cat but something invisible , possibly protecting me.

screech owl screaming 5 yards from your tent will sure do it. in a semiconscious state thats a pretty unreal sound

This is a fun thread!!!

I hunted Quebec with an Algonquin guide for moose.

In the early dark of morning, not one but two great horned owls began to follow us up the hillside. When we stopped, they stopped. When we moved they moved.

Before sunrise, my guide said he would not hunt with me and left.

I was very upset, but my chest pains began to bother me. I worked my way down the mountain, caught the boat across the lake, and drove from Val D'Or directly to Bethesda MD Naval Hospital, where I was diagnosed with 98% right coronary heart blockage.

Who says the Native American belief that Owls are a harginger of Death is wrong ... Not I.

gjarcher, that is a heck of a good story. I'm assuming you forgave the Algonquin guide.

I'd say that in this case the owls may have been the cause of a life being saved.

I am glad!!

Thanks for sharing!

God bless,Mudd

this is still a cool thread

Huh. Owls. This may not be so supernatural as it is just owly.

I was bowhunting in the late 80s near Wickiup Reservoir in Central Oregon and was standing against the base of a tree in dark timber. A great horned owl landed on the branch just above my head and bent over and stared at me. I was in complete camo, including a camo bandana on my head and one over my nose bandito style. We just stayed like that for minutes and minutes staring into each other's eyes. It finally just go too much for me and I said, "Hello." And he just exploded out of there.

I am glad to see this thread back up, it was a fun one.

When I was a little girl I lived in Hawaii. My dad was Navy. We used to go to Bellows Beach for R&R quite often, renting a cabin on the beach and staying with friends. We were on our way over the hill to the beach one night, and an owl landed in the middle of the road ahead of the car. We waited and the owl flew off, and we went on. I forget how many times the owl landed in the road and halted our progress, but it slowed us down by 15 or 20 minutes. The next time we stopped, it was because of a horrific accident on the road, the details of which I was protected from. The belief of the majority of our family of five was that the owl had kept us back, and out of harm's way.

Some tribes will not touch an owl's feather, and some believe it to be good medicine. I believe that your medicine picks you, regardless of what your fellows think.

Killdeer

Thanks for sharing your stories everyone.

I`m sure there are more to be told...  :campfire:

Well I just read from page 1 to 20. WOW! This is a great and very intense thread! I've got a few unexplainable things but I'll just stick to the ones while I was hunting.

When I was 13 (so only 10 years ago), I was hunting turkey. Back then I hunted by myself. The only thing  I hunted with other people was pheasant. Anyways, I was turkey hunting and walking across a winter wheat field in mid April (so the wheat was about 6 inches tall). I was walking to the creek where I spotted some turkeys. All the sudden I caught some movement coming out of the creek. I got my binoculars out and saw a rabbit running with a MOUNTAIN LION on its tail. Now I live in northwest KS and we're not supposed to have those here. I fell flat to the field and watched as the lion catch its meal and trotted back into the woods. Needless to say I found a different flock of turkeys to hunt that day.

I would tell people about it and would get that, "your crazy" look. Now 10 years later I know of over a dozen sitings and the state recognized mountain lions as being in the state.

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This happened two years ago this last April. I was in college and spring break was coming up and I didn't have any plans. My fiancée (now wife) wasn't in school just working and took off that whole week to be with me. Well that Friday before spring break I had a friend call and ask if I wanted to go hog hunting in Oklahoma. Well DUH! Probably goes without saying but my fiancée wasn't happy. So my buddy and I drive the nice little 10 hour drive to Stigler Oklahoma. Get there never hunted a hog before and not know the first thing about them. Anyways to shorten it up, we got some permission on some really remote ground that not a lot of people get to hunt. We set up just off a water hole for the evening hunt. My friend was filming and I was my bow (it was a compound      ) I hadn't done tradition at the time. So we didn't see anything that evening and waited to leave till we could barely see. As we were walking out I heard something walking parallel on our right side in the woods. I told my buddy and we stopped, it took a couple steps and stopped. We played this game a few times and I put my buddy closest to the wood on our right (nice guy I know). Then something to my left caught my attention. It was a big black mass that stood about 5 to 5'5 feet tall. I said, "huh Tim! what is that?!" Tim answered "I think its a black bear! Just keep walking and don't run."

So we get about 100 yards from the truck and without saying a word we both take off at a full sprint! Now I'm not trying to brag but I have always hunting with people that I could out run. Well Tim ran 100 meter event on a track team in college. Talk about a bad feeling being left behind.

We made it back to the truck and just started laughing at each other. We went back to his relatives house and they said they do have cougars and some people say they've even seen black bears. Another thing Stiglar is know for is sitings of Big Foot! Well I never had been a big foot believer, but ever since then when I tell that story I say, "We were being stalked my a Mountain Lion to our right, and Big Foot was sitting on our left ready to protect us."

Sorry about the length

great stories guys keep these coming

just read a bunch of these stories. they're still great.

I have to Agree, just being Out in  Gods   Country  is a Major Attitude Adjustment Tool for Me!! Now, as far as Weird Stuff? I was Camping, all by myself, back a Month ago, in the Woods I claim as Mine, but they are My Great Uncles and he just lets me have the Run of His Woods!! The Man Is A  SAINT  in My Book!!
  Anywho, all set up, Campfire nice & warm, but not Huge. Overcast Night, so  MY  Visibility was Very Limited. Just sitting there, enjoying the Sounds of a Night in the Woods, and the Babbling Creeck that runs 10 feet from My CampSight........ Man, I Was In HEAVEN!!    There is a Cow Lot between Me & the Dirt Road, and I was laughing at them Moo'ing at each other. Totally Relaxed and Loving It, when I hear this "Rumbling" Noise.
 Deep, Down Rumbling, not quite a Growl, but I do know there are 'Yotes that Hang Out in those Woods. So I grabs M'LongBow, Pulls an Arrow Outta my Bow Quiver, and began to Quietly Follow the Rumble.
   Had a Ball Cap on, so I had my "Head Lights" On,  Low  of Course. The "Growling got Louder, and Deeper in Pitch the Closer I got to the Tree in the CowLot! I turned My Headlights  ALL  the Way On, Drew the Arrow, and.... there Stood a Cow looking at me under the Tree! I let down Mighty Fast, Turned My Lights  OFF  and the Noises Started Right back Up!!!  :eek:  
   I turned to hit my Lights on My Hat, when  ALL  of a Sudden, from Behind Me comes this "Prize-Winning, Longest, Nastiest,  COW FART   I HAD EVER Heard!!  I almost Dropped my Bow from the Laughing!!  :goldtooth:   As have the People that give me a Rough time about "Sneakin' Up on a Cow Fart!!"  :rolleyes:    :laughing:    Ya Gotta Love LIFE!!

Was up in the Upper Peninsula on a vacation with wife and mother-in-law. Decided I needed a day for myself and since it was grouse season, borrowed my wife's Weimaraner and took my side-by-side for a walk. We were headed down a power line clearing with some new-growth Aspen on each side when I heard a child crying. It was coming from just inside the tree line and moving parallel with us. I've never heard a couger, but was pretty sure it wasn't a bear cub. I was sure hoping it wasn't a bear cub, because if momma came to help, #8 birdshot wouldn't be much of a discouragement. This went on for 100 yds or so and then I turned around and headed back for the car. The Weimie was stuck to my leg and wouldn't hunt anyway. When we got to the car I tried to water her and she wanted none of it. She was not allowed in the front of the van, but when I opened the tailgate, she bolted over the seats to the front. I have no idea what it was, but a big cat is the only thing I can think of. Sure glad it was daylight. That would have been REALLY creepy at night.

Shakes.602, that is an awesome story but I think you need to change your handle to "cow fart sneaker" or something like that     :biglaugh:      :biglaugh:      :biglaugh:      :biglaugh:

Toot and shoot!   :laughing:


Bladepeek, Sounds like a bobcat. Always freaks me out.

Rob

I have read and reread this thread over the last year, and I still love it!!!

Rob, I think you're probably right with the bobcat, although even the DNR now admits we cougers back in MI.

I think bobcat is right, I have heard in the Loes Hills and they sounded like a child or a big house(mine) preparing to cough of a fur ball. Which was very much unlike the mountain lion we had around that snarled at a pack of coyotes one morning. I do not know how many sounds a mountain lion can make, but when one is defending a fresh turkey kill against coyotes, the sound makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I find myself repeatedly looking back when walking away from it.

No really supernatural but in 2004 I took my dads bow in the woods. I had yet to kill a buck with a bow. A small buck came running right in front of my stand and stopped right there giving me a perfect shot. I hit him he ran about 20 yards and died. I took him to my parents house to clean him and show him to my dad who had never seen me kill a buck. It was the last day i had a conversation with my dad he was in late stage cancer and they went on a trip with my sisters and there husbands to the mountains. They came back a few days latter daddy was really bad and he died a couple of days later.

I knew Cows had  4  Stomachs, and I think they  ALL  Produce Odiferous and  VERY LOUD  Gas!!  :biglaugh:     One started, then it was like the Rest had been hanging on to their own until the "Starting Gun" went Off!!  ALL NIGHT!!

cow entertainment and cover scent.

Back in the early 80's, I hunted this particular piece  of property with several good friends. Actually I am the only one hunting this particular property these days. I believe it was in 85' when this happened. The first stand on the property after coming through the gate we named the "top of the hill" stand due to it being at the highest point on the propety. Was situated on a large opening that was grown up in briar that were head high or higher with mixed shrubs,etc, the deer loved moving through this area from the hardwoods to where they normally bedded. We built a ladder that was a honest 24' to the platform at the edge of the clearing leaned up on a sweetgum. It was in November, and cold this morning, a good heavy frost. I was gun hunting at the time. Got to the stand about a half hour before light, made my way up the ladder with my rifle slung on my shoulder ( I know... DUMB ). When I got to the top step, I remember taking the gun off my shoulder while stepping to turn and sit down. Well to my unfortunate surprise the top step was covered with frost, my foot slipped and I went falling the 24 ft down in the dark. I remember this as vivid as yesterday, not knowning if I was going down face first, down or which way. I can recall thinking what my parents would feel when they got the news I died, my girlfriend, all my close friends, etc, things raced through my head at warp speed it seemed. Felt like it took forever to hit even though it couldn't have been more than several seconds I guess. I held my rifle out in front of me the whole time. When I landed it was if I had just stood next to a bed and hopped in it to lay down flat. I layed there a bit scared to move in case I couldn't. Little by little I moved this and that, other than the breath being knocked out of me from the 24ft fall or the rifle landing on my chest, I was ok. Within arm's reach was a stump I missed. I know without a shadow of a doubt it was God's hands that layed me flat on the ground and steered me from the stump, just wasn't my time I guess. What is a funny end to the story is I waited till first light, climbed up again, knocked the frost off the step and shot a nice 8 pointer that morning....God works in mysterious ways for sure, he is awesome !!, I should have been killed or at the least severely hurt or paralyzed. Sorry to be so long winded !!

Froggy

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Hey Buddy, brought this up in time to freak some guys out...LOL

This is one of my all time favorite threads, I am glad to see it come back.

Around 1985 or so  I was elk hunting just outside of Roslyn WA. There had been mines in the area in the past and there were lots of old roads some overgrown and some you could drive on.  I had been following  a small herd in some thick brush when I noticed about fifteen yards in front of me a small old car.  I grumbled to myself in my mind about the slobs that dump there trash in the woods etc. when I noticed part of a leg and a foot with a high heel on it sticking out of the drivers door.  I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and fear which seemed to freeze me where I stood.  I knew I would have to take a look and go get the police but for a few seconds I just couldn't move.  I knew it was murder, the high heel, the old car, the fact that it was dumped way back under a big tree off of the road.  Then suddenly a light appeared in the front seat!  What the HHh! With the light I could see a vague image of someone, a head and a hand lighting a cigarette!  the head and the hand were  connected to the leg and high heel in the drivers seat. Then she  got out of the car and stood there inhaling the cigarette.  that's when I could clearly see that she had on a skimpy dress, bright red lipstick and a beard! The guy was probably only 15 yards away but I was in full camo face paint and everything and I didn't move until he looked the other way and I slunk back into the brush and disappeared.

QuoteOriginally posted by fnshtr:
I often talk to God in the wild... yeah, supernatural experience every time I do!

Amen

I saw something like that on Bourbon street years ago. . . . eeeewww !

ChuckC

I hunt mostly in the Arkansas Ozarks and it's not uncommon to find the remains of homeplaces 100-200 years old. Around most of these homeplaces you can expect to find a grave or two. One place I hunt is next to the White River in northern Ark. This property has one grave yard with at least 5 graves 3 of which have readable stone markers. One burial was in 1853 and the other 1895 so this is a very old cemetery. My buddies and I put up a stand about 50 yards behind it. All of us hunted the stand but never in the evenings. We all finially confessed to an uneasy feeling when hunting this area. I never felt completely alone while hunting this stand. It sat unused and then rotted away.

Ross

I love reading these stories.

I've always been the skeptic in the group, and have never really been scared in the woods. But, I've had a few weird things happen.

First one:

After reading "Where the Red Fern Grows" one too many times as a kid, I just HAD to get some coon hounds. So, I did and after I got into it, a few of my friends did too. So, I guess we may have been about 13 on this one night when we decided to take a couple of my friend's dogs out for a hunt. There were three of us, and we walked down to some rail road tracks near one of the friend's house where we often camped, fished, and hunted. His dogs didn't seem to be much good and after an hour or two, we started heading back down the tracks toward the road. At some point during the night, we had causally joked about stories of a "ghost train" that people had talked about on these particular tracks. We thought nothing about it at the time.

On our walk back, we heard a train coming far off in the distance. We could hear it getting nearer, behind us, and heard its whistle as it crossed Taylor's Crossing, which was maybe two or three miles from where we were. There was nothing but woods between us and where the train was. The train got nearer and nearer until it was getting very close. We could hear the humming in the rails. So, we found a place to get off the tracks and called the dogs to us. We squated down in the woods and were talking about whatever 13 year old boys talk about (probably girls and hunting) and are paying no mind to the train. But, several minutes went by and we all seemed to realize at the same time that there was no train. We all just kind of looked at each other and tried to come up with explanations of where it might have gone, but there were no explanations. I still don't know. I'm not saying it was a ghost train, but I can't figure out what happened to it. There was nothing but a single track for many miles. It's not a place where trains ever stop. Maybe one did that night, but we watched and listened even after we got back to my friend's house, and it never came.

Another:

This is a story of nothing happening. But, it was probably the most "scared" I've ever been in the woods. As I said, I'm not one to get spooked. At the age of 12, I coon hunted alone at night in vast tracks of rugged land that many men wouldn't go into. So, I wasn't afraid of the dark. But, sometime around the age of 14, my dad and I were turkey hunting. We heard one gobble across the road. Our lease had a small section on that side of the road that nobody ever really hunted, but the turkey seemed to be near it, so we headed across. It was very early, just barely beginning to get light. As we stepped into the woods on that side of the road, it was very dark. The old dirt road leading in soon opened up and we were in an old church and graveyard that I really didn't even know was there. As soon as we got there, every hair on my body stood on end. I had the unmistakable feeling of being watched. The old church stared into the misty gloom with black eyes and a mouth that had once been windows and a doorway. I didn't want to take another step, but I followed my dad around the side of the church toward the gobbling turkey. The whole time my eyes darted around as if something were about to jump out. As I said, nothing happened. We quickly determined the that turkey was off our property and headed back out, with me watching behind the whole way. I can't describe it, and I didn't say anything to my dad, but I wondered if he'd had the same feeling.

This last one didn't happen in the woods, but it was by far the most unsettling:

When I was about 16, we had moved to Mississippi and we were living way out in the country. The house we moved into was a very old house and the living room had been built on to the front later. One afternoon I was home alone watching basketball on TV. The way the room was situated, my recliner was in front of the TV, the front door was directly behind me, and to my right and behind me a hallway led to the older part of the house. Our front door had a window with a small set of blinds over them. The blinds were open, and the sunlight was causing a glare on the TV. So, I got up, turned the little twisty-stick thing to close the blinds, and walked back and sat down. As soon as I got sat down again, I heard what sounded like someone running their fingers over the blinds. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I didn't want to look, but I turned my head around, and a section in the middle of the blinds was open. I had a very strange feeling and got up, and walked over. The blinds hadn't fallen or anything like that. They were still turned so that the strings had all the other blades closed, but several of the ones in the middle were turned in the string so that they were open again. I don't know how to explain it, except, close your blinds, then take your fingers and twist some of them back open. I have no explanation for how this happened, because it happened in less than a second, and I couldn't recreate it except by turning each one individually. I'm not saying it was a "ghost" but I know something freaky happened with our blinds that day. I went outside until my family came home.

Would getting chased by a Sasquatch be considered supernatural?

Yessir Bullie! Get after it son!

You're right Tim.., way bad boy thread right here!

Ok.  I will get it posted.  Kind of a long story.  Kinda bothers me that some folks laugh at me about it.  But, you guys seem like good folks and I don't think you would laugh at the greenhorn.

Me and Red meet the Sasquatch

By Mark Smith aka Bullie




My Therapist had me write these events down in an attempt to cleanse me of my PTSD. I think it worked because I am fine now. My tale begins in an outboard motor repair shop. This is the story of Me, Red, and the Sasquatch.

"Never seen one of these tiller handles break like this, this old motor is made of steel. What did the boy do, twist it with a pipe wrench or something?" My father glanced at the old Chrysler outboard he had inherited when my grandfather passed away then at Ready Red and me. He let out an amused snort and replied to the greasy mechanic, "The boys say bigfoot chased them." I looked over at Red in an attempt to avoid the teasing tobacco stained smile of the mechanic. Actually, it had been an Arkansas Sasquatch (we always pronounced it Sask-wah-ch) that chased us, not some common bigfoot. And, the tiller handle had broken because I twisting it in the wrong direction as hard as I could. At the time, I was frantically trying to throttle down because Red and I were hurtling towards the boat landing and likely our deaths, after being pursued by the sasquatch. "Well," the still smiling outboard repairman said as he wiped the excess tobacco juice from his chin, using his noticeably darker right forearm, "I might not be able to find a new part for this old kicker, but I'll fix her up somehow for ya. Keep them boys away from them bigfoots alright? hehehehe". I heard a partially muted and totally non-humorous "hehehehe" from behind me. I turned to Red and could see by his expression that he was also a little agitated by the mechanic's mirth. At that time, we had not talked much about that fateful night's frog hunt on Mud Lake. And now, nearly 30 years later, I still get chills when I recall the night Red and I almost gave up frog hunting forever.

That frog hunt took place in the summer of '81. I was 12; Ready Red was half past 13. At that carefree time in our lives, we spent every moment we could at my father's cabin in Arkansas. The cabin is on an oxbow of the White River, deep down in the "flat as a pancake" Mississippi River Delta. In front of the cabin, as far as your eyes can see, are seemingly endless cotton and soybean fields. And behind the cabin, miles and miles of rich hardwood bottomland. Lakes are scattered in broken chains throughout the huge expanses of hardwood timber, and at the edge of all that timber lays the White River itself. It was a veritable paradise for Red and me. (This large expanse of timber company land later became the White River National Wildlife Refuge.) In the summertime we would begin fishing at dawn and soon after that the white hot delta sun would begin broiling us. Oppressive heat and humidity baked the smelly delta gumbo to our jeans or bare legs, and the overly abundant mosquitoes raised crimson whelps in every small opening they could find in our coating of mud. It was paradise I tell you! After spending the long summer day not catching fish, Red and I would remove all unnecessary equipment from our jon boat just before dark, leaving only our spotlights and .22 rifles. We would then go inside the cool cabin for supper. I loved suppertime. Supper usually consisted of whatever fish my father and his buddies had caught, french fries we made from real potatoes, and homemade hushpuppies all prepared in the big cast iron pot on the back porch of the cabin. After we stuffed ourselves with fish and fixins, Red and I would lounge around waiting for it to get "good and dark". "Good and dark" was gradually taking on a new meaning for the two of us. That summer marked our 2nd year of frog hunting by ourselves and we considered ourselves to be veterans. So now, being pros, we were actually waiting for darkness to arrive to begin our hunt. Another sign of recently earned pro status was that Red and I had also graduated from the electric trolling motor and paddles we used the previous summer to what we called "the big motor". It was an 8 hp Chrysler outboard passed down from my grandfather. With the addition of the outboard motor, Red and I had become a frog hunting force to be reckoned with!

The outboard was ancient. It was white where paint remained, had no cowl, and looked like it could not possibly run. It would in fact run, if halfheartedly, if you knew the process required to start it. My part of the cranking process consisted of turning the throttle wide open, wrapping a cord with a knot on the end around the flywheel a few times, standing upright on splayed legs in the center of the boat, and giving the cord a stout jerk. Red had commented that there were two stout jerks involved with the cranking process, but he was always rambling on about one thing or another. I learned that it was a good idea to remember to place the gearshift in neutral BEFORE jerking the cord. It is my experience that even an eight hp engine can accelerate faster than a person can sit down and steer. At some point, the manufacturers of outboard engines began taking some of the fun out of fishing by installing a gizmo that keeps people from starting outboards in gear and subsequently participating in unplanned experiments with inertia and accidental acceleration in boats.

Red's involvement in starting the engine was a bit more defensive. He would begin muttering threats at about the same time I started winding the cord around the flywheel. Then Red would perch on the outer reaches of the bow as far from the engine and the soon to be snapping cord as possible. The little 12 foot jon boat we used did not allow him much room to retreat. He had learned early on that starting the engine required me to jerk the cord as hard as I was able, turning the knotted end into a bullwhip of sorts. On the increasingly rare occasions when Red forgot to block or fully retreat from the cord when it arched over my back he was rewarded with a whelp and later with a small, almost perfectly round, bruise. Whenever he was not given enough notice to avoid the knot, Red would gently remind me to let him know before I started the engine by screaming out "AAAAAAAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" and charging my end of the boat, his eyes often filled with pain and malice. Sometimes I got lucky enough for the engine to start at the same moment the knot made contact with Red's back and I became quite good at rapidly shifting into reverse to offset his charge towards the rear of the boat. To this day, Red watches me carefully whenever I start an outboard and sometimes even has to be coaxed down from the bow of the boat. Something traumatic must have happened to him before we met to make him so skittish. Poor boy.

After the engine was started, it had to be kept at almost its highest rpm to remain running. It would not idle. As a result, if you attempted to motor along at a slow speed every stump or other underwater obstruction caused the engine to sputter and die. Then the whole cranking process had to be repeated. Maybe this was not the most convenient setup ever, but it was great big step up from the trolling motor we had used the summer before.

On this fateful night, Red and I had managed to wait an hour or so after dark to begin our frog hunt. We pushed the boat out into Green Lake and I started the engine. Red kept his spotlight pointed fully into my face until he was satisfied that he would not be receiving another stripe on his back from the starting cord. We motored slowly down the narrow oxbow, searching the bank for the huge bullfrogs only the delta can grow. When we located a frog, I would turn the boat toward the bank and line the bow up with our target. Red would lie on his stomach across the front seat of the boat, one hand directing the spotlight into the frog's eyes while the other hand remained poised to the side waiting for the precise instant to shoot forward to grab the frog before it jumped into the water or was run over by the boat. The engine would die the moment I released the throttle. So, as Red pulled the frog from the muck I would quickly paddle the boat away from the bank. We tried to avoid tarrying near the bank for too long due to the large population of copperheaded water rattlers that call the lake side home. Red would smile and hold the big, mottled, smelly frog by its middle for me to admire while I readied the outboard for a restart.

Red and I always kept a cooler full of ice and drinks in the center of the boat. Red would toss the freshly caught frogs into the cooler and slam the lid down quickly. The frogs would bump and thump against the lid for a few minutes until the ice cold water in the cooler sapped their energy. If we did not have a good night froggin' we would let our sluggish but very much alive frogs go when we returned to the cabin. We were proud of this process and we considered ourselves the pioneers of frog catch and release. We had followed the winding lake bank for a mile or two, long past the last cabin, when we decided to drink a soda and feed the local population of mosquitoes. We switched off the spotlights and total darkness surrounded us. We drifted about on the lake for a few minutes swatting bugs and discussing our strategy for the rest of the hunt. "Red," I said, "Green Lake is hunted out, and we only have 3 or 4 big ones. What cha say we paddle through the run-out and into Mud Lake?" We had never been into Mud Lake at night before and getting there involved traveling down a very narrow winding channel between the two lakes. The channel was filled with cypress knees and stumps, rotting logs, and other underwater obstructions. Being relatively new at operating the outboard, I was not confident enough to motor through this area even during the daylight hours. Red was just as nervous as I about being so far away from the cabin and our traditional hunting area, but also wanted to bring in a few more frogs if possible so he said "ok".

We paddled slowly down the channel; feeling a bit unnerved by the confining ditch and the towering cypress trees crowding around us. We heard several animals running away from the water and deeper into the woods. We would look at each other, laugh nervously, and say "deer" or "coon" and then paddle a little faster. We used our paddles as push poles to get over the cypress knees that were just below the surface of the dark water. Though the paddling was fairly easy, Red and I were very relieved to make it out into the open water of Mud Lake.

As soon as we cleared the ditch, I fired up the engine and we took off. We immediately started seeing frogs! One after another, Red plunked the big stinky frogs into the cooler. After catching 10 or 12 big ones, we turned off the engine and the spotlights and drifted for a moment to celebrate our success and drink another soda. We had so many in the cooler by this point that it became necessary to dip the cans down into the warm dark waters of the lake to rinse off the stinky slime left on our drinks by frogs. We were listening to barred owls sing their slightly spooky songs back and forth to each other from the sides of the lake and we were enjoying ourselves immensely, laughing and talking about our good fortune, when we heard the first screech.

EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Echoed across the river bottom. Soda shot out of Red's nose in great Grape Nehi rush. Again, EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! was heard from the near shore. At almost that same instant, a huge gar splashed on the surface of the lake close enough to throw water into the boat and on the two of us, thus adding dampness to our terror. Red and I discovered that damp terror is one of the worst kinds. "Wha....wha...what was that?" Red stammered. "I donno" I whispered as I switched on my spotlight and began sweeping the bank with it. Red soon followed suit with his spotlight. We had the bank lit up like the opening of a Broadway show, checking out every shadow and every cranny on the lake side. We both homed in on the reflective eyes at about the same time. EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! The third squeal almost caused us to drop our lights. We stared at the shore then at each other for a moment. We could make out tufts of long brown fur around the trunk of a cypress tree as the creature peered at us. Its wide spaced eyes were a menacing red glow approximately 8 feet off the ground. Then, another of the piercing screams echoed through the woods.

Red dipped his paddle into the water and began moving us away from shore. His hand was in a white knuckled clutch on the spotlight that he had trained over my shoulder, its harsh light illuminating the woods and the screeching creature behind the cypress tree. Red mumbled, "I...I think it's a Sasquatch (Sask-wah-ch)! I heard they got em over here." I looked over my shoulder one more time to see where the creature was, and then began looking in the bottom of the boat for the starting cord. I quickly looped the cord around the flywheel a few times, stood up, spread my legs out wide, and as I yanked the cord, I asked Red "Is it coming?" From the front of the boat, Red responded with a ear splitting AAAAAAAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! and his light quickly changed directions, hitting me full in the face. I was terrified first by the scream and now Red was blinding me with his light and the sasquatch was coming for us!!!! We were in a bad situation. The engine hadn't started so I quickly wrapped the cord around the flywheel for another pull. I pulled the cord as hard as I could this time, arching it over my back with such force that it cracked like a whip. AAAAAAAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! rose again from the front of the boat!!! "Oh no!", I thought. The creature must be getting closer for Red to be that scared. The engine sputtered and caught on that pull and revved loudly. Blue smoke billowed into the air as the little motor hit its maximum rpm. I turned my light back to the front of the boat, Red's eyes were wild and darting from me to the woods and back again. The sasquatch must be getting close! I heard a loud splash near shore as I throttled the engine down slightly to shift into gear. The boat lurched forward just as another scream filled the sticky delta air with more terror. I twisted the throttle as far as it would go and the little boat sped up Mud Lake and soon planed off, cutting a white line through the dark water. As I neared the run-out between the two lakes I remembered that I had never motored through this stretch of water before, even in the daylight. Another equally terrifying thought entered my mind too, while in this channel the boat would be mere inches from either bank. It was the perfect Sasquatch ambush point!

"I'm gonna try it!" I yelled to Red over the straining engine. The terror and malice (?) in Red's eyes was made all the more spooky by the mess we were in and the eerie illumination from the harsh lights. He still had his paddle clutched in one white knuckled fist, his spotlight in the other. Red trained his light up the narrow channel as we entered our dark gloomy escape route. The sides of boat were very close to banks, too close really as the Sasquatch could be waiting up there anywhere! I was just thinking that, if the sasquatch attacked, I hoped he would attack from the bow when suddenly I felt the whole boat lurch sideways and then the engine sputtered and died. It was instantly deathly quiet except for waves splashing on the nearby shore, to me, they sounded a lot like really heavy foot falls. The Sasquatch had caught us! After very rapidly and energetically scanning the surrounding woods with my spotlight for a few seconds, I realized that although we were still in grave danger (is there another kind?), we had only hit a submerged stump and were still ok. In the same instant, Red's paddle began thrashing the water into froth. He had turned his back to me and was down on his knees stroking alternately down each side of the boat. And, incredibly, the boat did not seem to have slowed down much. In fact, we were possibly picking up a little speed. "The engine is dead!" I yelled up to Red. "Crank it, Stupid!" he yelled back. His arms and shoulders were a side-to-side swaying blur as he stroked the paddle. And that's when I smelled it. I had always heard that Sasquatches had an offensive odor and now I had one close enough to me to smell it! That stench had to be coming from something as scary and disgusting as a Sasquatch. From the intensity of the smell I thought that there might be more than one of the creatures closing in on us. It was putrid! We needed to get out of there so I wrapped the cord around the flywheel as quickly as I could. My back was to Red when I jerked the cord with all my strength.

AAAAAAAAUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! Red screamed from the front of the boat. As I whirled around to sit down and shift the outboard into gear I yelled, "Do you see him?" Red stared back at me, that strange look in his eyes again. I figured he was still scared so I twisted the throttle as far as it would go. We shot out of the ditch and into the open water of Green Lake and I made for the cabin at full speed Water splashed up the sides of the boat, adding to the dampness the splashing gar had left earlier. I realized I could still smell the Sasquatch and surmised that they must hunt in packs and had somehow surrounded us. How else could I still smell them? I twisted the throttle a little harder.

We covered the mile or so back to the cabin quickly. Red looked over his shoulder at me every once in awhile and his eyes had a funny look to them. He was obviously terrified. When I made the turn toward the cabin I could see the lights inside through the windows and the little yellow squares of light on the shore looked so inviting. Those little squares of light were coming up fast so I tried to twist the throttle backwards to slow down. It wouldn't turn!! It must have become stuck wide open because I was holding it so tightly. I turned the handle with all of my 12 year old strength as yet another terrible thought seized me. We were going to hit the shore at full speed! I twisted again, even harder, and felt something in the tiller handle break away, but we still did not slow. I tried turning the handle in the opposite direction to loosen whatever was holding it and that worked, the engine slowed just before we slammed into the bank. Red timed the boat hitting the bank perfectly and his jump landed him several yards up the slope. He sprinted up to the cabin with me following closely on his heels. I skidded to a stop when I entered the cabin but Red continued on to the bathroom, to further hide from the Sasquatch I guessed. I stopped and caught my breath, then told my father and his friends about our adventure and the Sasquatch. I didn't mention the broken outboard motor until the next day.

Years later, when Red and I could finally discuss the happenings of that night without our voices quavering, I asked him if he smelled anything unusual on our speedy trip back to the cabin from Mud Lake. He denied smelling anything. And, he said that he only rushed to the bathroom because of the water the gar had splashed on him and something else about clean clothes helping him to relax after a scare.

Good stuff Bullie.  :thumbsup:  Took me back to catfishing trips of my youth.

Bullie, that was a great story.

:clapper:    :clapper:    :clapper:  Great story!

:biglaugh:   haha, nice.

For me it's the waiting in the morning dark, knowing that at the crack of dawn, if you listen you'll hear the trees talk and come to life seems to happen ever time i'm out hunting, being part of our great creator thoughts, and you can bank on that one ever time.LjT

About forty years ago, we had no decent information to guide us in our archery learning.  In practice I could regularly out do him. Then came opening day, in an area never open to archery before. This is not "how to do it" but a case of "magic" arrow.  He was driving when the Blacktail buck crossed the road in front of us. He slammed on the emergency brake, jumped out,(was actually off the road)and let fly.  It was at least forty yards and the buck was trotting when the arrow pierced his heart.  With adrenalin pumping he sprinted after the deer and literally chased it till it dropped?  Definitely a miracle!

Glad y'all liked that.  Sure was scary when it happened though.