Regarding the 411 stories in the Stanislaus part of the Sierra’s. I used to roam a lot in that area, never hunted it, but a bunch of backwoods fly fishing and off-trail exploring. It is a massive area of land, tons of varying terrain, granite cervices to deep timbered draws. There’s a million places for a body to get stuck and “disappear”.
Also, even with all that remoteness, there are a lot of “critters” in that area. The 2-legged kind. I’ve been in some tense situations down some backwoods roads with some rough characters. Played a game of bluff with a couple very “institutionalized” dudes, both of us acting like we were chatting about the fishing while they were casing me and my truck and doing some risk/benefit analysis on me while I’m evaluating defending myself.
There’s a few localized stories I’ve heard too, stuff like a small group of campers seeing a distressed looking guy driving into a dry camp spot, getting out of the truck and marching up the path never to return, never found him.
Again if someone wanted to abduct a couple women there’s a million random fire-roads to take them to and make them disappear. I was always on guard up there. Never felt at peace.
The whooping stuff out at deer camp? Whew, nothing to say about that but..gnarly!!
Also, even with all that remoteness, there are a lot of “critters” in that area. The 2-legged kind. I’ve been in some tense situations down some backwoods roads with some rough characters. Played a game of bluff with a couple very “institutionalized” dudes, both of us acting like we were chatting about the fishing while they were casing me and my truck and doing some risk/benefit analysis on me while I’m evaluating defending myself.
There’s a few localized stories I’ve heard too, stuff like a small group of campers seeing a distressed looking guy driving into a dry camp spot, getting out of the truck and marching up the path never to return, never found him.
Again if someone wanted to abduct a couple women there’s a million random fire-roads to take them to and make them disappear. I was always on guard up there. Never felt at peace.
The whooping stuff out at deer camp? Whew, nothing to say about that but..gnarly!!