Creepy experiences in the backcountry

[Serrano]

Wait that wasn't too scary. Try this:

About 15 years ago, I'm bow hunting in the San Juan Mountains. I backpacked in alone about 5 miles. After dark it starts raining hard and gets really windy.

After an hour or so I start hearing really loud crashes. After a while I realize it is beetle killed Spruce trees falling. I think I camped far enough away from dead trees, but I start to doubt myself.

It went on all night, and I got no sleep. It turns out it was the remains of a Pacific Hurricane.

Choose your campsite carefully!
Ken

 

[SaltiestRomo]

I once ran out of snacks during a hunting trip, the scariest hour of my life.

 

[Serrano]

This one wasn't as scary to me as it was to my friend.

On the night before Colorado's first rifle season about 20 years ago, I was sitting at the campfire with my hunting partner having a couple of beers. Out of the night we hear a woman's voice say, "Are you hunting high or are you hunting low". We look at each other puzzled.

We then see two figures approaching out of the darkness. I'm a little shocked and confused, and I say something like "We're going to hunt a couple miles up the canyon". Two women come into the firelight. Let's just say, no one has ever asked them if they were models.

I don't remember if anything else was said before my friend's wife and daughter come out of his camper to the campfire. The two visitors vanish quite suddenly.

His wife asks him, "So this is what goes on when your hunting".

 

[walnutbottomout]

This one wasn't as scary to me as it was to my friend.

On the night before Colorado's first rifle season about 20 years ago, I was sitting at the campfire with my hunting partner having a couple of beers. Out of the night we hear a woman's voice say, "Are you hunting high or are you hunting low". We look at each other puzzled.

We then see two figures approaching out of the darkness. I'm a little shocked and confused, and I say something like "We're going to hunt a couple miles up the canyon". Two women come into the firelight. Let's just say, no one has ever asked them if they were models.

I don't remember if anything else was said before my friend's wife and daughter come out of his camper to the campfire. The two visitors vanish quite suddenly.

His wife asks him, "So this is what goes on when your hunting".

So many questions.. Were you around other camps, how deep, etc. regardless, creepy!


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[Serrano]

So many questions.. Were you around other camps, how deep, etc. regardless, creepy!


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It is a trailhead that is setup like a campground; no fees, fire rings or tables. There is a pit toilet. About 10 gravel parking slots 30-40 feet apart. There were a couple other camps that night but not too close.

I guess ugly girls need love too. Or maybe they were working girls.

 

[rookieforever33]

Trailhead lizards?

 

[Nickofthewoods]

Out of the night we hear a woman's voice say, "Are you hunting high or are you hunting low".

In these types of negotiations you always want to start by saying you're hunting low and see what that can get you before moving any higher.

 

[Blowdowner]

This one wasn't as scary to me as it was to my friend.

On the night before Colorado's first rifle season about 20 years ago, I was sitting at the campfire with my hunting partner having a couple of beers. Out of the night we hear a woman's voice say, "Are you hunting high or are you hunting low". We look at each other puzzled.

We then see two figures approaching out of the darkness. I'm a little shocked and confused, and I say something like "We're going to hunt a couple miles up the canyon". Two women come into the firelight. Let's just say, no one has ever asked them if they were models.

I don't remember if anything else was said before my friend's wife and daughter come out of his camper to the campfire. The two visitors vanish quite suddenly.

His wife asks him, "So this is what goes on when your hunting".

Wait this is exactly how is should be. But hot. Swarms of them waiting for us to return. Fighting each other for our meat. If environmentalists ban red meat we may actually enter the greatest phase of hunting since the last mammoth died.

 

[ozyclint]

About the only weird thing I've experienced is at a local place I hunt.

Walking along a trail with a river on my left and a large granite rock slabbed hill on my right. It's a bit of a pinch point in the trail. Ground is sloped a little so that my right foot is higher than my left.
When I walk through there I get a feeling of leaning and falling to my left. Bit of a vertigo feeling. Doesn't happen when walking in the opposite direction. Never had it happen anywhere else but it always happens there.

Also, nothing creepy but just upstream from this spot there is a large room sized granite boulder that has a face that is naturally shaped like a parabolic lens.
This parabolic face faces the river and you can stand infront of this boulder facing away from the river but if you stand at just the right distance from it you can clearly hear the trickle of the river some 60 yards behind you.
Pretty cool natural phenomenon.

 

[jonandy]

I got one, was a little creepy in the moment. I set out early to get into a spot to call for coyotes. It was real dark with no moon out. I had just cut through the bottom of a dry creek bed and started up the hill.

I heard some noise maybe 20 ft in front of me. There was tall grass about 3 feet high. I turned on my headlamp, and could see 3 sets of eyes looking back at me. I wasn’t able to see enough of them through the grass to know what they were. They were spaced about 5 ft apart and all I can see is just their bright glowing eyes staring at me.

I knew they weren’t deer, and figured let’s see if they respond to my mouse squeaks. Sure enough all three sets of eyes start closing in. They are now about 10 ft away, I’m like holy crap, there’re gonna get me! Ha ha! A little freaked out in that moment, I decided not a game animal, and I’m good to drop one. So I use my headlamp to get my gun centered on one. Bam, turns out I had three raccoons coming at me. The other two bolted, but the one I got was a good sized raccoon. Not sure how close they would have got, but I don’t imagine they would have attacked either. Kind of funny.

 

[Pharmseller]

How did it cut?

 

[Mr. October]

Love these, I'm on page 101. Here's mine.

In 2008 I'm leaving the Gila Wilderness, heading for camp after dark not far from the wilderness boundary. It's second rifle season.

I see eyes ahead of me in the dark near the trail. I continue and eventually I can see an outline of an animal. It's not too big, with a long tail. It's not big enough to be a cougar but it's cougar shaped. I have no idea what it is.

I get closer and I see it's reddish-brown. It follows me about 1/2 mile until I get near camp.

Later I search online, I'm confident what I saw was a Jaguarundi.

That would be cool to see!

 

[MountainTracker]

About the only weird thing I've experienced is at a local place I hunt.

Walking along a trail with a river on my left and a large granite rock slabbed hill on my right. It's a bit of a pinch point in the trail. Ground is sloped a little so that my right foot is higher than my left.
When I walk through there I get a feeling of leaning and falling to my left. Bit of a vertigo feeling. Doesn't happen when walking in the opposite direction. Never had it happen anywhere else but it always happens there.

Also, nothing creepy but just upstream from this spot there is a large room sized granite boulder that has a face that is naturally shaped like a parabolic lens.
This parabolic face faces the river and you can stand infront of this boulder facing away from the river but if you stand at just the right distance from it you can clearly hear the trickle of the river some 60 yards behind you.
Pretty cool natural phenomenon.

I’ve heard and read about other people having odd experiences around granite and water. “They” say people go missing around those two features.


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[Smokey Bear]

How did it cut?

 

[ripcurlksm]

bump

 

[3gunyotehtr]

Was spring bear hunting in Montana, shortly after sundown heard what started out like some sort of bird call, then at the end turned into some sort of growl bark sound. It took about half an hour for it to move by me, I assumed it was some sort of bird. My son is a big foot enthusiast, so I told him that I heard a big foot.

 

[khart_6882]

Not exactly backcountry, but out there a ways.
I drive log truck for a living in the very NE corner of Washington. One morning I was headed to the woods on a narrow and winding paved 2 lane road about 30 miles from the nearest town. The nearest town has about 500 people in it. This road follows along the edge of a valley that’s 1-2 miles wide and the valley is just open grass and meadows and tons of cattle. There are small houses kind of scattered along the edge of the valley, maybe a house every 5 miles and they’re mostly old burn out hippys who just like to be left alone.
It was mid October and high 30 degree temps, about 2:30 am and scattered patches of fog. I was driving along at maybe 45mph and ahead of me the road made a right hand curve. As I approached the curve, in my headlights on the opposite side of the road and just off the shoulder, I see a woman wearing a long white dress with long black hair standing there and just facing out into the valley. Keep in mind we’re like 3 miles from the nearest house.
I let off the throttle and hit the Jake brake with 8” straight stacks (it’s obscenely loud) and she doesn’t even flinch. I rolled by her at maybe 30 mph and saw that her white dress and long black hair are both very dirty and weathered. She looked like the lady from that movie The Ring.
I stood on the throttle and got the hell out of there.
About an hour later I rolled into the landing, I got on the radio and asked the truck that was loading ahead of me if he’d seen anything odd on his way in this morning. He replied “God Damnit…I was really hoping I’d imagined that.”
Got loaded and headed back towards town and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

 

[MarlinMark]

That's certainly creepy.

 

[eddielasvegas]

Not exactly backcountry, but out there a ways.
I drive log truck for a living in the very NE corner of Washington. One morning I was headed to the woods on a narrow and winding paved 2 lane road about 30 miles from the nearest town. The nearest town has about 500 people in it. This road follows along the edge of a valley that’s 1-2 miles wide and the valley is just open grass and meadows and tons of cattle. There are small houses kind of scattered along the edge of the valley, maybe a house every 5 miles and they’re mostly old burn out hippys who just like to be left alone.
It was mid October and high 30 degree temps, about 2:30 am and scattered patches of fog. I was driving along at maybe 45mph and ahead of me the road made a right hand curve. As I approached the curve, in my headlights on the opposite side of the road and just off the shoulder, I see a woman wearing a long white dress with long black hair standing there and just facing out into the valley. Keep in mind we’re like 3 miles from the nearest house.
I let off the throttle and hit the Jake brake with 8” straight stacks (it’s obscenely loud) and she doesn’t even flinch. I rolled by her at maybe 30 mph and saw that her white dress and long black hair are both very dirty and weathered. She looked like the lady from that movie The Ring.
I stood on the throttle and got the hell out of there.
About an hour later I rolled into the landing, I got on the radio and asked the truck that was loading ahead of me if he’d seen anything odd on his way in this morning. He replied “God Damnit…I was really hoping I’d imagined that.”
Got loaded and headed back towards town and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

If only there was a pic to accompany this good story.


Eddie

 

[earrow]

Not exactly backcountry, but out there a ways.
I drive log truck for a living in the very NE corner of Washington. One morning I was headed to the woods on a narrow and winding paved 2 lane road about 30 miles from the nearest town. The nearest town has about 500 people in it. This road follows along the edge of a valley that’s 1-2 miles wide and the valley is just open grass and meadows and tons of cattle. There are small houses kind of scattered along the edge of the valley, maybe a house every 5 miles and they’re mostly old burn out hippys who just like to be left alone.
It was mid October and high 30 degree temps, about 2:30 am and scattered patches of fog. I was driving along at maybe 45mph and ahead of me the road made a right hand curve. As I approached the curve, in my headlights on the opposite side of the road and just off the shoulder, I see a woman wearing a long white dress with long black hair standing there and just facing out into the valley. Keep in mind we’re like 3 miles from the nearest house.
I let off the throttle and hit the Jake brake with 8” straight stacks (it’s obscenely loud) and she doesn’t even flinch. I rolled by her at maybe 30 mph and saw that her white dress and long black hair are both very dirty and weathered. She looked like the lady from that movie The Ring.
I stood on the throttle and got the hell out of there.
About an hour later I rolled into the landing, I got on the radio and asked the truck that was loading ahead of me if he’d seen anything odd on his way in this morning. He replied “God Damnit…I was really hoping I’d imagined that.”
Got loaded and headed back towards town and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Northeast Washington gotta be my sister-in-law