This happened while we were staying at a friends cabin on Leech Lake. Me and three buddies know of a boat landing that was way back in the woods, off the main roads, and even off the gravel roads. By this boat landing there is also a really old cemetery. We decide it would be a good idea to ride the Gator back there at midnight and hang out/look at the stars. We peeked around the cemetery a while and BS'ed with one another... On our way out me and my buddy were sitting in the bed of the Gator looking backwards. We get about 20 yards away and what looked like an Indian chief ghost appears with his arm out, pointing (telling us to get out). Me and my buddy looked at each other at the exact same time and yelled if they saw that... We looked back and it was gone. I know ghosts are real after that incident... We both saw the same thing at the exact same time. Scariest thing I've ever been through.
While working...bodies. Hunting/Adventuring...nothing too crazy honestly. Sent from my SCH-I545 using Tapatalk
I took a cruise on the Elm Fork of the Trinity River a couple years ago. I started Kayaking at 3 am. After about an hour of Kayaking north through heavy forest (there are no roads along the section of EFTR north of Sandy Lake Road in Coppell, TX) I had something on the bank high above me. I shined a mag light to see what it was (remember, no roads, heavy forest) and a really big guy in coveralls, heavy beard, dirty white T-shirt was staring at me with his arms crossed. The strums of Dueling Banjos started going through my head. I turned my light off and hustled on down the River. Neither of us said anything the whole time. Pretty creepy.
My family has found multiple old cabins in the woods while fishing in Canada, always wonder about who lived there and why... Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
It's not that old. My guess is an open air chapel for the loggers. Or maybe a boy scout meeting place. Weirdest thing I ever saw wasn't while hunting; but I'll tell it anyway. My wife and I were driving cross country and on a leg of the journey from Moab, UT to the Grand Canyon. It was really late at night (I'd guess near midnight) and we gassed up in Moab. So we start heading south and my wife falls back to sleep almost instantly. Maybe 20 minutes later we go through this little one-light town called Monticello (still in UT.) This is really in the middle of BFE - no cell coverage at all, and the stars are so bright you can see shadows in the desert, even w/o headlights. You really didn't even need lights. Maybe 10 miles south of there, I catch movement up ahead on the right shoulder. I start slowing down and almost come to a stop - there's a freakishly tall, skinny, mangy, bearded, wild-haired, butt-naked man; doing what can only be best described as jumping-jacks, waving his arms like he's trying to flag me down, and screeching at the top of his lungs (could hear him inside the closed car- he wasn't actually speaking words.) The temps were in the low 30s. I had passed no disabled cars on the road. I had my pistol with me, but also had my wife to think of - and god knows what this dude's problem was. For all I knew he was a decoy for the Sawyer Family (that's a Texas Chainsaw Massacre reference.) I yelped "Holy %*!!!", my wife wakes up crying out thinking we're about to crash; I floor the accelerator and he tries to jump in front of my car; screeching the whole time. The whole thing took less than 5 seconds. I kept driving, trying to get cell phone service. (I never did pass any disabled cars or any homes/businesses close to the road.) Maybe 5 miles or more later, I finally get cell coverage enough to call 911. I get 911 in Arizona, some 60 miles away. Guess that was the nearest tower. AZ 911 don't even want to take my call as it's in another state; much less believe what I'm telling them. Finally I leave the operator with "look, believe me or not but it's freezing out here and the dude was buck naked. Please get a Utah trooper or sheriff's deputy to at least drive through."
Had to ask another question related to that section of public land and received a map as well. The area is marked as a "church pole site" on their map, so I guess that takes some mystery out of it.
Looking back into my foggy young mind, the scariest thing that ever happened to me in the woods was during turkey season 2007. It was opening morning of youth, me and my brother Isaac were set up on a ridge where he had killed a bird the year before the same weekend. While it was still kinda grey out, not light enough to see the treetops, we heard something running towards us in the woods. Me and Isaac were about 15 feet apart sitting against trees. A small doe ran between the both of us, didn't see us, and went on down the trail. Pretty cool we thought. About 30 seconds later, we hear even more rustling in the leaves coming towards us. Two German Shepherds appeared with their noses down on the does trail, running hard. The one in the lead was pure black, and HUGE...easily 120+ pounds, biggest german i had ever seen. They both ran in-between us and down the trail after the doe. Being on ground level like that, with 2 unknowns dogs of that size was pretty freaky. We saw them later in the day still tailing that same doe...shoulda shot em...who knows how much damage they did to the herd that spring. My story is boring, i know.
While scouting some public land for turkey season my hunting partner and I found a camo 870 leaning against a tree.
Old remote control airplane once. Bunch of old tree stands and this old wagon axle and wheels near unit 45 CO elk hunt.
Exactly, the old Indian ghost wanted them out after having to watch all that man on man action and listening to them talk about their feelings. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk