Craziest thing you have witnessed in high country?

[TEmbry]

I've been both the observer and the observed. Back in high school, the most fun I've ever had w a bow in my hand had nothing to do w hunting.... An old man walked up on me and her one time and casually said don't mind me I'm just passing through.... Talk about a mood killer.

A few years later I got to return the favor. At the lake I had hiked up to the top of this cliff to jump off into the water... About the time I got to the edge a couple was laying down at the waters edge below, getting busy quick fast and in a hurry. I waited till they were almost done and started a slow clap.... Still the funniest thing I've seen to date watching them scramble for clothes and to get back on their boat.

 

[Sunspot]

I wasn't hiking but I had found this really cool spot that was in the Desert National Wildlife Range that was in the middle of nowhere and had a picnic table. It was like a small island with shade trees and such. I wanted to show my wife so we got in the truck. As we approached I was telling her about the picnic bench and how it would be a great spot to just veg. As we entered the faint access road to it, we rounded into the spot and there were two guys "practicing for open mic night at karaoke." I am not sure who was more shocked: us or the guy popping up like Whac-A-Mole. My wife says "what the hell is this" and I broke out laughing saying OMG and continued to roll on out. We laughed for 15 miles straight until we hit the highway. We still laugh today.

 

[Larry Bartlett]

craziest thing that has happened to me this year...last week. Posted this on a separate thread...but her teets were too young to see, could only feel them!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Msb96t4E74&feature=youtu.be

 

[Sunspot]

craziest thing that has happened to me this year...last week. Posted this on a separate thread...but her teets were too young to see, could only feel them!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Msb96t4E74&feature=youtu.be

That was quite an experience.

 

[Coyote Commander]

So on a scouting trip this weekend I was about 10 miles in sitting on top of a ridge glassing a basin when out of nowhere two hikers appeared I was not too happy to say the least I had cross countried off the trail a good mile and thought I was good. Well after a few minutes I was able to tell these hikers were females in their mid 20's and they were walking toward a little lake in the bottom. Before I knew it both of them were stripping clothes off and skinny dipping than laid out on a rock to sunbathe naked (no tan lines I guess). It was a very interesting couple hours to say the least. Got me thinking if anyone has whitnessed anything unexpected.

I think I would have put the sneak on em. Could have got quite a laugh had they waked up from their sunbathing to see you crouched behind em ten yards.

May have been good practice for hunting season.

 

[Brock A]

craziest thing that has happened to me this year...last week. Posted this on a separate thread...but her teets were too young to see, could only feel them!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Msb96t4E74&feature=youtu.be

Man, what a incredible experience! Sad, but that's how it goes.

 

[Aron Snyder]

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[shaun]

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That is Awesome! Weird but Awesome!

 

[Hardstalk]

[video=vimeo;71292530]https://vimeo.com/71292530[/video]

Creepy! But semi inspiring in a weird way..

 

[Slim Jim]

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Maybe they are farming some weed close by.

 

[rye_a]

Maybe they are farming some weed close by.

Judging from the number of drug and botany books in the "library" I'll bet you are right. The USFS would probably LOVE to know where this is.

 

[kaboku68]

This certainly isn't as racy as the other stories but it is kind of interesting. How a PETA bunny hugger can change directions in short order.
In 1989 I was a college student with sheep fever, I was hunting up Nugget Creek in Wrangell St. Elias Park for dall sheep with my sister who was still in high school.
We used an old 185 honda threewheeler to bomb our way from strelna to Nugget Creek. We were about 25 miles in at what is called Clear Creek when we heard a loud crashing noise and a great hullabaloo. A shaggy looking blonde hippy fella ambled over with cut feet. He had poop on his hands and smelled bloody awful. He was barefoot and his feet were bloody.
He said that he is name was Timothy he was from California had been up there about a week. We helped him to get back to his camp which had been ransacked. We got him washed up and fed him. A blackbear sow and cubs(2) had raided his camp and had stolen his food and his boots. They had hauled off his boots and were bothering him every night. We told him we were hunters and he said that he didn't approve of it but thought if we killed bears that it would be ok. I felt sorry for the dumb bunny. I sure as heck wasn't going to take him with us. I had an old pair of gi boots that I had purchased from Army Surplus in Anchorage. I was breaking in a pair of rocky boots which were cheap boots but I was worried that they wouldn't break in in time so I had my old boots and I gave them and two days of rations to the feller. We knew that the seasonal Parkies were coming in behind us because they didn't have anything else to do except harrass locals and I would have been a pretty good prize for them at the time.

We met with the Parkies at the Nugget Creek Cabin that night. They checked our tags and such and then they headed back the next day.
We got up about five miles up from the cabin in the hanging valley that connects with roaring creek when we discovered that my sisters coat was missing out of her pack. The blasted hippy had jacked it when we weren't paying attention. It starting sleeting and we had to turn back. The hippy was gone and we had a slow leak in one of the rear tires of the three wheeler. I had to crowhop that three wheeler back to Strelna and my sister had a bicycle accident on the way out.
I went up to the ranger station to file a complaint about that hippy and the parkies said that his name was Timothy Treadwell and that he went back to California. He never went back to the Wrangells.
I recognized him in that Grizzly Man movie and sure enough it was the same guy. He ate and left his food in camp and was a selfish guy who would let somebody else die for his personal needs. Alaska takes care of those kinds of people. Or at least the big Brownie in Katmai did.

Sincerely,
Thomas

 

[Brock A]

This certainly isn't as racy as the other stories but it is kind of interesting. How a PETA bunny hugger can change directions in short order.
In 1989 I was a college student with sheep fever, I was hunting up Nugget Creek in Wrangell St. Elias Park for dall sheep with my sister who was still in high school.
We used an old 185 honda threewheeler to bomb our way from strelna to Nugget Creek. We were about 25 miles in at what is called Clear Creek when we heard a loud crashing noise and a great hullabaloo. A shaggy looking blonde hippy fella ambled over with cut feet. He had poop on his hands and smelled bloody awful. He was barefoot and his feet were bloody.
He said that he is name was Timothy he was from California had been up there about a week. We helped him to get back to his camp which had been ransacked. We got him washed up and fed him. A blackbear sow and cubs(2) had raided his camp and had stolen his food and his boots. They had hauled off his boots and were bothering him every night. We told him we were hunters and he said that he didn't approve of it but thought if we killed bears that it would be ok. I felt sorry for the dumb bunny. I sure as heck wasn't going to take him with us. I had an old pair of gi boots that I had purchased from Army Surplus in Anchorage. I was breaking in a pair of rocky boots which were cheap boots but I was worried that they wouldn't break in in time so I had my old boots and I gave them and two days of rations to the feller. We knew that the seasonal Parkies were coming in behind us because they didn't have anything else to do except harrass locals and I would have been a pretty good prize for them at the time.

We met with the Parkies at the Nugget Creek Cabin that night. They checked our tags and such and then they headed back the next day.
We got up about five miles up from the cabin in the hanging valley that connects with roaring creek when we discovered that my sisters coat was missing out of her pack. The blasted hippy had jacked it when we weren't paying attention. It starting sleeting and we had to turn back. The hippy was gone and we had a slow leak in one of the rear tires of the three wheeler. I had to crowhop that three wheeler back to Strelna and my sister had a bicycle accident on the way out.
I went up to the ranger station to file a complaint about that hippy and the parkies said that his name was Timothy Treadwell and that he went back to California. He never went back to the Wrangells.
I recognized him in that Grizzly Man movie and sure enough it was the same guy. He ate and left his food in camp and was a selfish guy who would let somebody else die for his personal needs. Alaska takes care of those kinds of people. Or at least the big Brownie in Katmai did.

Sincerely,
Thomas

Crazy story! I saw that movie. Talk about one goofy fella!

 

[actionshooter]

This certainly isn't as racy as the other stories but it is kind of interesting. How a PETA bunny hugger can change directions in short order.
In 1989 I was a college student with sheep fever, I was hunting up Nugget Creek in Wrangell St. Elias Park for dall sheep with my sister who was still in high school.
We used an old 185 honda threewheeler to bomb our way from strelna to Nugget Creek. We were about 25 miles in at what is called Clear Creek when we heard a loud crashing noise and a great hullabaloo. A shaggy looking blonde hippy fella ambled over with cut feet. He had poop on his hands and smelled bloody awful. He was barefoot and his feet were bloody.
He said that he is name was Timothy he was from California had been up there about a week. We helped him to get back to his camp which had been ransacked. We got him washed up and fed him. A blackbear sow and cubs(2) had raided his camp and had stolen his food and his boots. They had hauled off his boots and were bothering him every night. We told him we were hunters and he said that he didn't approve of it but thought if we killed bears that it would be ok. I felt sorry for the dumb bunny. I sure as heck wasn't going to take him with us. I had an old pair of gi boots that I had purchased from Army Surplus in Anchorage. I was breaking in a pair of rocky boots which were cheap boots but I was worried that they wouldn't break in in time so I had my old boots and I gave them and two days of rations to the feller. We knew that the seasonal Parkies were coming in behind us because they didn't have anything else to do except harrass locals and I would have been a pretty good prize for them at the time.

We met with the Parkies at the Nugget Creek Cabin that night. They checked our tags and such and then they headed back the next day.
We got up about five miles up from the cabin in the hanging valley that connects with roaring creek when we discovered that my sisters coat was missing out of her pack. The blasted hippy had jacked it when we weren't paying attention. It starting sleeting and we had to turn back. The hippy was gone and we had a slow leak in one of the rear tires of the three wheeler. I had to crowhop that three wheeler back to Strelna and my sister had a bicycle accident on the way out.
I went up to the ranger station to file a complaint about that hippy and the parkies said that his name was Timothy Treadwell and that he went back to California. He never went back to the Wrangells.
I recognized him in that Grizzly Man movie and sure enough it was the same guy. He ate and left his food in camp and was a selfish guy who would let somebody else die for his personal needs. Alaska takes care of those kinds of people. Or at least the big Brownie in Katmai did.

Sincerely,
Thomas

cool story