[ARCHIVED THREAD] - What Is The Strangest / Most Unexplainable Thing You've Seen or Heard In The Woods? (Page 6 of 6)
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Not really in the middle of nowhere, but in the middle of my local MTB trail. It was around 2004 after hurricane Jeanne and Francis came through. Everything was flooded on the tail but after a month or so the water was receding. I went for a ride and was flying through the trail. Something caught my eye to the side I could see a dark, festered, and algae filled puddle. In it was a wild haired long bearded naked guy laying face up and doing his best "snow angels" in the green puddle. The trail veered off and I laid on the gas to get back to the truck. A mile later, this guy walks out right in front of me. I skidded to halt and off the trail to avoid smacking into him. He is covered in mud and algae and his hair and beard matted and he asking me mostly incoherent questions, and things about my bike as he trying to get around the bike that I was blocking him with. At that time I didn't always carry protection, but after that I ALWAYS have something with me. |
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Not really in the middle of nowhere, but in the middle of my local MTB trail. It was around 2004 after hurricane Jeanne and Francis came through. Everything was flooded on the tail but after a month or so the water was receding. I went for a ride and was flying through the trail. Something caught my eye to the side I could see a dark, festered, and algae filled puddle. In it was a wild haired long bearded naked guy laying face up and doing his best "snow angels" in the green puddle. The trail veered off and I laid on the gas to get back to the truck. A mile later, this guy walks out right in front of me. I skidded to halt and off the trail to avoid smacking into him. He is covered in mud and algae and his hair and beard matted and he asking me mostly incoherent questions, and things about my bike as he trying to get around the bike that I was blocking him with. At that time I didn't always carry protection, but after that I ALWAYS have something with me. |
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| A forest in Michigan when I was five. I was exploring the forest behind the hill that us neighborhood kids sled down in winter. Maybe a hundred yards in and I come to a clearing with a stream running through the middle of it. There was a single tree stump in the middle of the clearing. I sat on it and looked around what was basically a meadow covered with flowers. I shit you not an alligator walked across the meadow from one line of trees to the other. I know it was an alligator because A was for alligator, which I had recently learned in school using pictures. |
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We were bow hunting bear mid-September, 1987 somewhere off the Sawbill Trail about 15-20 miles north of Tofte, MN. There was a road that had been closed on both ends due to a washed out bridge, so we figured that the land in between would be a pretty untouched area. So we had been driving as far as the bridge, then carrying mountain bikes across the stream and riding a few more miles to place baits. We’d walk down old logging roads a few hundred yards and set up a tree stand and the set out the bait. About the third day, out trail timers showed the baits getting hit in the afternoon. So we decided to hunt the next evening.
We rode in as usual, but left the bikes about ½ mile from where we turned off on to the logging roads. Our stands were on opposite sides of the road, so we planned to meet on the road and hike back to the bikes. My evening was uneventful, and it was pretty dark by the time I got back to our meeting spot on the road. It was getting later and later and my friend never showed, so I walked up to where his logging road split off the main one. Things were much different on his side of the road! I waited a little bit and eventually heard some yells, but this is the story as told to me by a friend: “I walked in and just before I got to the stand, a big Poplar or Aspen had fallen across the trail so I had to detour out into the thick stuff to get to my stand. Just before quitting time I could hear something moving around my tree. It was a bear, but by the time it came in, it was too late and too dark. I broke some branches and threw stuff at it to spook, but it wouldn’t leave, so I gave it a short yell. It just looked up at me and all I could see was the brown of its nose. After some more yelling, it finally wandered off and I was able to get down. As I started heading out, and not really knowing where the bear had gone, it was a little spooky walking out into the brush around that downed tree. When I got back on the trail and started towards the road, I heard something in the brush behind me. I stopped and spun around to shine the flashlight at the noise, but there was nothing there. As I started down the trail again, there was more noise behind me, so I stopped and looked again. NOTHING! Whatever was back there was stalking me and moving only when I did. I waited a minute, turned and started running, but it took off and chased after me. I stopped again and spun around with the flashlight. Then I saw it! The line from my string tracker had snagged on some brush when I walked around the tree and was rustling leaves and branches every time I moved.” He was breathing pretty hard when he finally made it out to where I waited on the road! It’s old, but it’s still a good story and goes well with beerz. |
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We were bow hunting bear mid-September, 1987 somewhere off the Sawbill Trail about 15-20 miles north of Tofte, MN. There was a road that had been closed on both ends due to a washed out bridge, so we figured that the land in between would be a pretty untouched area. So we had been driving as far as the bridge, then carrying mountain bikes across the stream and riding a few more miles to place baits. We’d walk down old logging roads a few hundred yards and set up a tree stand and the set out the bait. About the third day, out trail timers showed the baits getting hit in the afternoon. So we decided to hunt the next evening. We rode in as usual, but left the bikes about ½ mile from where we turned off on to the logging roads. Our stands were on opposite sides of the road, so we planned to meet on the road and hike back to the bikes. My evening was uneventful, and it was pretty dark by the time I got back to our meeting spot on the road. It was getting later and later and my friend never showed, so I walked up to where his logging road split off the main one. Things were much different on his side of the road! I waited a little bit and eventually heard some yells, but this is the story as told to me by a friend: “I walked in and just before I got to the stand, a big Poplar or Aspen had fallen across the trail so I had to detour out into the thick stuff to get to my stand. Just before quitting time I could hear something moving around my tree. It was a bear, but by the time it came in, it was too late and too dark. I broke some branches and threw stuff at it to spook, but it wouldn’t leave, so I gave it a short yell. It just looked up at me and all I could see was the brown of its nose. After some more yelling, it finally wandered off and I was able to get down. As I started heading out, and not really knowing where the bear had gone, it was a little spooky walking out into the brush around that downed tree. When I got back on the trail and started towards the road, I heard something in the brush behind me. I stopped and spun around to shine the flashlight at the noise, but there was nothing there. As I started down the trail again, there was more noise behind me, so I stopped and looked again. NOTHING! Whatever was back there was stalking me and moving only when I did. I waited a minute, turned and started running, but it took off and chased after me. I stopped again and spun around with the flashlight. Then I saw it! The line from my string tracker had snagged on some brush when I walked around the tree and was rustling leaves and branches every time I moved.” He was breathing pretty hard when he finally made it out to where I waited on the road! It’s old, but it’s still a good story and goes well with beerz. 
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My wife and I were out hunting several years ago and it had rained all night, so the fall colors were sparkling when the sun come up, we were heading to our hunting area and I looked over and swore I saw a 19j in n58 Ford pickup sitting about a hundred yards off the road in the trees and my wife confirmed she saw it as well, so we parked, grabbed our guns and headed into the woods to see what this old rusty truck with that infamous yellow Ford paint was doing back in the trees. We could not find it, we both saw it, but when we got back in the trees it was gone, looked for the sucker for a couple of hours and never did find it. All we could figure, we saw a mirage due to the reflections on the wet fall colored leaves on the trees and the mist coming up and off the ground. |
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When my wife and I first got married we lived on some family property situated in a very rural area that was pretty much surrounded by thousands of acres of pine plantation owned by a timber company. Would have been in mid to late March so cooler weather and not too many bugs. We were working in our garden and it had gotten dark as we finished up. For whatever reason that evening we had walked the half mile or so from our home to the garden so we were just enjoying the evening and clear night sky while preparing to walk back home when the sky exploded with a dancing very bright pink "cloud". Had no idea what it was but for a second or so I was waiting for a trumpet and a shout...
It didn't last too long and when we got back home I called my dad to see if they had seen it from 15 miles away but he had not. We turned the radio on (very poor TV reception and no cable) and heard numerous people calling in wanting to know what the heck they had just seen. Turns out it was just an aurora but given that we don't typically see them in FL it was certainly different especially when you are in the middle of nowhere holding nothing but a hoe. ETA an excerpt from the Jax,FL news I just found, I was living west of Jacksonville at the time. "In modern times, the most dramatic display reported in Jacksonville was March 13, 1989. That’s right, the 13th, but it wasn’t a Friday. No matter. Some headline writers still had fun with the “scary 13th” reference. The aurora looked like the night sky was painted red, said Mike Reynolds, who recently retired as an astronomy professor at Florida State College at Jacksonville. On a cloudless night 30 years ago, white streaks tinged with pale green danced across that red glow. It was visible in Jacksonville for about 1 ½ hours beginning shortly after 8 p.m. Reynolds, then the planetarium director at the Museum of Science and History, photographed the phenomenon for about an hour. “It was very very rare,” Reynolds said of the celestial display. That rarity caused quite the stir. The dazzling drama, visible over much of the nation, led to an avalanche of telephone calls to police stations, fire departments, radio and TV stations, newspapers and weather forecasters across Florida. For a time, Jacksonville callers swamped 911 lines prompting a fire department request not to call the emergency number. At the Air Traffic Control Center in Hilliard, reports came in from pilots and control towers. There were no reports of significant problems in this area. But the damaged power grids left 6 million Canadians in the dark, The Associated Press reported. Substantial communications blackouts occurred. The burst caused shortwave radio interference, including the disruption of signals from Radio Free Europe into Russia. Some satellites in polar orbits lost control for several hours. As it occurred near the end of the Cold War, some people worried that a nuclear strike might be in progress, according to Wikipedia. Others incorrectly considered the intense auroras to be associated with the Space Shuttle mission launched that morning. Many viewers told The Times-Union they thought they were seeing reflections in the sky from fires or the setting sun. The lights, however, were set off by a massive solar flare of gigantic dimensions, Reynolds said. “Usually, the particles thrown into space by a solar flare are attracted to either the Northern or Southern poles, setting off the electromagnetic displays that we call the Northern or Southern lights,” he said. This time the solar flare was so large that it charged the earth’s atmosphere making it visible over much of the southern United States, said Reynolds, who is a professional astronomer. It marked the second time the phenomenon had been visible in Jacksonville in the 1980s, he said." |
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The distinct feeling of being hunted while in the woods. The one time I've been out under NODs and didn't feel like the predator. Found a pretty big bobcat on one of my cameras later. Shovels are also amazing tools. |
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Having fun reading this thread in my tree stand, second evening of bear hunting. No bears yet.
A couple of years ago, I was walking my dog on a trail running along a large powerline. Big steel derricks three or four stories high. We were a good ways out into a state forest, 2 or 3 miles from my truck. As we are going along, a start hearing a tapping on metal further up the trail. It's kind of brushy, and the terrain is rolling, so you can't see too far. But it sounds like someone is rhythmically tapping on one of the powerline derricks. I think someone is maybe messing with me, but I can't think of why someone would be tapping. It doesn't sound like hammering, and it keeps starting and stopping, no particular pattern. Now I hear a second tapping, more distant, but also on metal. The tapping is going back and forth. Finally, as I start approaching the next derrick, the mystery is solved: it's a woodpecker, banging away at a steel pole. And a second one is on the next structure, and they're hammering away, back and forth. Obviously not going to find any insects, but it must have been some kind of display or mating ritual. Seemed kind of fruitless, but it was LOUD!! |
| My BIL and I were kayaking on a man made lake this weekend and there are a bunch of decades-old dead trees still standing. As we paddled between them we found a cormorant that had been dead several weeks hanging from one of the trunks. Not really all that weird or creepy, but it was in the woods. Kind of. |
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Having fun reading this thread in my tree stand, second evening of bear hunting. No bears yet. A couple of years ago, I was walking my dog on a trail running along a large powerline. Big steel derricks three or four stories high. We were a good ways out into a state forest, 2 or 3 miles from my truck. As we are going along, a start hearing a tapping on metal further up the trail. It's kind of brushy, and the terrain is rolling, so you can't see too far. But it sounds like someone is rhythmically tapping on one of the powerline derricks. I think someone is maybe messing with me, but I can't think of why someone would be tapping. It doesn't sound like hammering, and it keeps starting and stopping, no particular pattern. Now I hear a second tapping, more distant, but also on metal. The tapping is going back and forth. Finally, as I start approaching the next derrick, the mystery is solved: it's a woodpecker, banging away at a steel pole. And a second one is on the next structure, and they're hammering away, back and forth. Obviously not going to find any insects, but it must have been some kind of display or mating ritual. Seemed kind of fruitless, but it was LOUD!! |
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I watched a Fisher climb a 30 foot busted off birch tree with a deer's lung in its mouth. One whole lobe.
At the top of the tree he slid a rock the size of a dinner plate to the side, spit the lung in, and replaced the rock. How the hell did he get that rock up that tree??? |
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I watched a Fisher climb a 30 foot busted off birch tree with a deer's lung in its mouth. One whole lobe. At the top of the tree he slid a rock the size of a dinner plate to the side, spit the lung in, and replaced the rock. How the hell did he get that rock up that tree??? 
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Many years ago, just finished college, I decided to go camping by myself on C&O canal along Potomac river. Ended up at swains lock around 7pm after hiking for several hours. Figured I was gonna camp there and I was only one. Set up my tent , ate my dinner and it was time to relax this was almost 9pm ,end of June. Noticed an old guy about 50 feet away, with really old 2 speed road bike ,like those from the ‘40-‘50. Observered him a little bit, seemed like he was gonna camp there, as he was setting up camp fire as well. The way he dressed though was strange- collared Dress shirt, dress pants- nothing like modern clothes- athletic wears. I didn’t think much of him..... then I got an eerie feeling and didn’t feel like I should stay there. Decided to just pack up my stuff and leave , not sure where to and it was almost 10pm or so. I had some canned foods , was gonna give them to the old guy nearby. Guest what ? he was no longer there! Walked over to where I saw him earlier , there was nothing there. The fire pit was cold.... no sign it was being used recently. Needless to say, I got out of the area quickly. Walked for a few hours later to nearby 7/11, hailed the cab and went home. A few days later, went back to the same spot with my car and in the middle of the day, wondering what I just experienced previously. |
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I watched a Fisher climb a 30 foot busted off birch tree with a deer's lung in its mouth. One whole lobe. At the top of the tree he slid a rock the size of a dinner plate to the side, spit the lung in, and replaced the rock. How the hell did he get that rock up that tree??? |
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Those idiots would do that on our "air-raid" siren at our central fire station in S. Texas. Quoted:
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Having fun reading this thread in my tree stand, second evening of bear hunting. No bears yet. A couple of years ago, I was walking my dog on a trail running along a large powerline. Big steel derricks three or four stories high. We were a good ways out into a state forest, 2 or 3 miles from my truck. As we are going along, a start hearing a tapping on metal further up the trail. It's kind of brushy, and the terrain is rolling, so you can't see too far. But it sounds like someone is rhythmically tapping on one of the powerline derricks. I think someone is maybe messing with me, but I can't think of why someone would be tapping. It doesn't sound like hammering, and it keeps starting and stopping, no particular pattern. Now I hear a second tapping, more distant, but also on metal. The tapping is going back and forth. Finally, as I start approaching the next derrick, the mystery is solved: it's a woodpecker, banging away at a steel pole. And a second one is on the next structure, and they're hammering away, back and forth. Obviously not going to find any insects, but it must have been some kind of display or mating ritual. Seemed kind of fruitless, but it was LOUD!! Wouldnt have been so bad other than the fact that I was on 2nd shift at the time. |
[ARCHIVED THREAD] - What Is The Strangest / Most Unexplainable Thing You've Seen or Heard In The Woods? (Page 6 of 6)
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