Creepy experiences in the backcountry

[Pharmseller]

CRJR45 is a Russian spy sent to destabilize our culture, starting with apple fritters. I hereby declare him apostate and formally disavow all prior positive comments.

 

[CRJR45]

CRJR45 is a Russian spy sent to destabilize our culture, starting with apple fritters. I hereby declare him apostate and formally disavow all prior positive comments.

 

[EastHumboldt]

I like apple fritters. But then I also like gassstation hot dogs…. I’m pretty sure in my former life I was a raccoon.

 

[NRA4LIFE]

Mmmm, gas station corn dogs. What could be better? That's a creepy experience isn't it?

 

[DuckDawg22]

Most times I see open carry, the dude strikes me as Billy Bob Thornton from tombstone.

So a couple years ago I was hunting some BLM land and there is a some what of an active trail that people can day walk around a local lake but there are plenty of deer as well and people take nice ones all the time. I had been walking and still hunting this trail for a couple hours and it was about late morning when I noticed on the ground human footprints without shoes or socks on. I was probably about a mile from the other end of this trailhead and thought it was very strange someone would walk that far barefoot. I kept hunting though as there were deer popping up here and there. After short time of seeing the human footprints I started to hear what I believed to be a Native American lady singing/ chanting. It was a little on the creepy side so I turned around and started walking back to where I had came from. Not sure exactly the situation that was going on but figured I really didn't want to go find out. Still not quite sure what it was to this day.

 

[Thinkingman]

Not a hunting story , just creepy. I was working for Dawn Donuts in Michigan, it’s 2.30 am and I’m driving to work in my Chevette with four 50lb cubes of shortening in the passenger seat south on I 75.
I see this chick hitchhiking so I pick her up but she has to sit in the back seat because of the shortening , so I was looking at her thru the rear view mirror, as we talked .
And every time I would look forward , at the road , I’d catch a glow out of the rear view mirrors , when I’d look back , nothing .
She told me to let her out where I 73 and M 23 split , but I’m trying to figure out what is making the glow in the mirror, but not really seeing it , thought it was a car following with its lights out or something.
She was talking, asking me if I’d noticed a lot of out of state license plates, to which I said no .
She said there was a witches convention in town and that was why so many out of state plates.
Then she said , Know how I know ? Because I’m from out of town , and there was that flash of light , only brighter , out of the corner of my eye , and I still had no idea where it came from.
Then I passed the split of I 75/M23 and had to lock the brakes up , came to a stop on the side of the I 75 and she was pissed .
She got out , on the wrong side of 23 and didn’t like it , she started to say something and I just drive away with her door still open .
I’m looking over my left shoulder checking traffic and there was none , there was a brighter flash of light behind me on the right side , and when I turned around to look at her , nothing , she was gone .
Hair raised on my neck and I was sure she was in the back seat , again , about killed me looking backwards and driving as fast as that little four cylinder would go .
Still creeps me out thinking about it .




PS , had to edit it after reading ...

I grew up in the Chevette era, with 200lbs of shortening in the thing, full throttle would take days to reach 60mph.
Good story.