Creepy experiences in the backcountry

[Quailchaser]

Not a backcountry story, but creepy non the less. My dad lives about 4 miles town. He lives on a sand road. And by town, I mean small (less than 100). Never have worried about locking the doors. He came home from work one evening and went to cook supper. Seen he had left a skillet on the stove from the evening before. But confused him since he ALWAYS cleans everything up. He opened up the dishwasher to put the skillet in. AND there was a dirty plate, fork, mixing bowl, spoon, drinking cup and spatula in there. Now he is thinking WTF. He emptied the dishwasher the evening before. So he started thinking one us kids came down for some reason.


The more he was around the house the more things he noticed weren't right. In the kitchen trash was a ice cream sandwich wrapper. He just bought the box and hadn't opened it yet. The TV remote wasn't were he ALWAYS left it. When he was going to his bedroom to get ready for bed. He noticed a empty yogurt container in his bathroom trash. He never puts anything in his bathroom trash but thing from the bathroom.


That night he didn't sleep good. Got up early the next morning and looked the whole house over. Nothing touched. Not the guns leaned up the corner. Not the glass jar with change and cash in it. No odd tire tracks in the driveway. BUT, about 100ft from the house on the grader ridge. There was 2 sets of boot tracks. One coming onto and leaving his place. Never did have it happen again, or hear of it happening to anyone else.

He just figured it was someone down on their luck needing a meal. Best part is. They cooked pancakes with syrup, eggs, sausage links, poured a glass of milk(even put chocolate syrup in it) had a yogurt and ice cream. And dad had to do the dishes.

that's creepy

 

[Bluegrassvw]

I’ve found the same thing miles from the nearest road in WY. They were long skinny footprints too.

Squatch

 

[bgipson]

I've got a few odd stories ranging the gambit of odd but nothing really backcountry. But here goes in the interest of keeping this amazing thread going. I just spent 2 nights at work reading all 62 pages.

1) When I was really young (4 or 5) my parents were archery hunting way up in Northern CA almost to the Oregon border. In camp 1 day I was wandering around the area surrounding camp and got the most terrifying feeling in my chest that I dropped my little longbow and sprinted back to the camper. I have no idea what caused me to be so scared but it's 1 of my strongest memories from being that young.

2) I was archery hunting pigs along a creek in high school and could hear a herd in the bushes on the far side of the creek. I was waiting on the trail they used and hoping they'd make it before dark. All of a sudden I hear 1 of them screaming it's head off and the rest of the herd scattered. It went quiet and then I heard the mountain lion start making noise. Scary as hell cuz I only had a bow. I got back to my truck quick and headed home.

3) Working a seasonal job in Northeast Colorado just out of college I was staying in housing provided by my employer with 7 other folks. We all had an odd feeling about the place but no real concrete reason for our feelings. After a few weeks some odd things started happening but once more not enough to really prove anything. The turning point happened when 1 night the oldest guy in the group (40ish year old retired SEAL) was passed out on the couch with my lab sleeping behind it. The couch came out from the wall and the back faced the kitchen in the double wide we were staying in. My dog started growling and staring into the kitchen about 1 in the morning and that woke my buddy up. He sat up on the couch and told Remi to quiet down and lay down. She continued growling and staring into the kitchen but eased her way around the couch to get further away. She eventually laid down in front of the couch but my buddy was awake at this point laying there listening because he trusted dogs when they told him something. He heard a click in the kitchen and sat up again to look. The old basic coffee pot in the kitchen had been turned on and nobody had been there. It had a toggle switch that couldn't just flip on by accident. At that point he kinda just shrugged it off and went back to sleep knowing there wasn't anything more to be done. It happened multiple more times over the following months and we just kinda got used to the ghost or whatever it was messing with us. There were MANY other odd things that happened to us while we worked this job but this was the easiest to explain.

I'll wrap it up here but if you guys want more, I've got more crazy stories from my travels and adventures.

 

[Mr.Klutzy2017]

These subjects always peak my interest. The part that gets me is the creepy similarities between cases.

Person with experience in the woods goes missing. Friends or family file missing persons report mere hours after disappearance. SAR mission hampered by bad weather right away. Sniffer dogs lose trail. Someone presents evidence of missing persons in a different vicinity which is mostly ignored by SAR. Remains found YEARS later in completely different area from the original search area. Or remains are never found.

 

[EastHumboldt]

I've got a few odd stories ranging the gambit of odd but nothing really backcountry. But here goes in the interest of keeping this amazing thread going. I just spent 2 nights at work reading all 62 pages.

1) When I was really young (4 or 5) my parents were archery hunting way up in Northern CA almost to the Oregon border. In camp 1 day I was wandering around the area surrounding camp and got the most terrifying feeling in my chest that I dropped my little longbow and sprinted back to the camper. I have no idea what caused me to be so scared but it's 1 of my strongest memories from being that young.

2) I was archery hunting pigs along a creek in high school and could hear a herd in the bushes on the far side of the creek. I was waiting on the trail they used and hoping they'd make it before dark. All of a sudden I hear 1 of them screaming it's head off and the rest of the herd scattered. It went quiet and then I heard the mountain lion start making noise. Scary as hell cuz I only had a bow. I got back to my truck quick and headed home.

3) Working a seasonal job in Northeast Colorado just out of college I was staying in housing provided by my employer with 7 other folks. We all had an odd feeling about the place but no real concrete reason for our feelings. After a few weeks some odd things started happening but once more not enough to really prove anything. The turning point happened when 1 night the oldest guy in the group (40ish year old retired SEAL) was passed out on the couch with my lab sleeping behind it. The couch came out from the wall and the back faced the kitchen in the double wide we were staying in. My dog started growling and staring into the kitchen about 1 in the morning and that woke my buddy up. He sat up on the couch and told Remi to quiet down and lay down. She continued growling and staring into the kitchen but eased her way around the couch to get further away. She eventually laid down in front of the couch but my buddy was awake at this point laying there listening because he trusted dogs when they told him something. He heard a click in the kitchen and sat up again to look. The old basic coffee pot in the kitchen had been turned on and nobody had been there. It had a toggle switch that couldn't just flip on by accident. At that point he kinda just shrugged it off and went back to sleep knowing there wasn't anything more to be done. It happened multiple more times over the following months and we just kinda got used to the ghost or whatever it was messing with us. There were MANY other odd things that happened to us while we worked this job but this was the easiest to explain.

I'll wrap it up here but if you guys want more, I've got more crazy stories from my travels and adventures.

I wish I had a ghost that would Make coffee. I have to get up and do it myself.

 

[49ereric]

I wish I had a ghost that would Make coffee. I have to get up and do it myself.

Careful what you wish for

 

[EastHumboldt]

Careful what you wish for

Good point. I once spent a couple nights alone in an old house my brother had just bought. The place really gave me the creeps at night even though it wasn’t creepy in the daylight. I had nightmares both nights. I very seldom have nightmares. And I was glad to get out of there. I’ve never asked him if he has experienced anything in the house.

So I was just kidding. Let me go on the record… I DO NOT want a coffee making ghost.

 

[bgipson]

Serial

Careful what you wish for

I 2nd this. The dang thing would only flip the pot on, not change the ground or add water haha

But in all seriousness there was other things that happened that fall/winter not at that house that were a lot less entertaining. The area had an Indian massacre in the past so I'm guessing that may have played a factor? But who really knows

 

[49ereric]

Serial

I 2nd this. The dang thing would only flip the pot on, not change the ground or add water haha

But in all seriousness there was other things that happened that fall/winter not at that house that were a lot less entertaining. The area had an Indian massacre in the past so I'm guessing that may have played a factor? But who really knows

We all live on Indian burial grounds. It bothers some people. My son won’t walk or hunt the woods across the road south of the house and another spot a few miles off he sees as black as well but neither spot bothers me so go figure. my wife won’t go across the road anymore either after an experience I won’t relate cuz I can’t prove anything to anyone.
Cutting firewood in the woods at times my head will pop up quick but I never see anything but feeling watch but no bad vibes. No living person is around neither I know for certain. I live in an area that has been an Indian village for centuries.

 

[sbaker0029]

Just stumbled upon this thread a few days ago and almost got all 62 pages read. All I have to say is wow and I've got to quit reading the sh!t haha, especially will working midnight.


Here's one that scared the crap out of me about 15 years ago, I was fairly young and new to turkey hunting so I was more amped up and excited than I get now. Sorry for the length.

Spring Turkey season, weather is absolutely perfect. While at work that afternoon I decided that the moment I get off work I'm making the hour drive to the farm I hunt and going to camp in the bed of my truck under the stars and enjoy the night before hunting the next morning.
I run home immediately after work grab my sleeping bag, turkey gear, pack a cooler and get on the road. It's every bit of 10:45pm at this point, I'm tired but don't care I'm driving windows down enjoying the night drive through rural Kentucky.

I arrive to the farm about midnight. I drive down the treeline a bit and pull off in the middle of the field to get an unobstructed view of the magnificent starts without presents of a moon. I hope in the bed of the truck and get nestled in my bag while sleeping under the stars.
I'm instantly awakened, heart pounding out of my chest by what felt like someone or some THING was jumping up and down on the bumper or climbing over the tailgate to get. I mean whole truck shaking and rocking.
I lay there frozen in fear mind racing thinking ol squatch is in the bed of the truck with me coming to get me.
I lay there a few eternities and become brave enough to stick my head out of the bag and above the bed of the truck. NOTHING AROUND.
I get a phone call from my mom, it's like 2:30 in the morning very odd.
"Hello?"
"Holy cow did you just feel that earthquake? "
"EARTHQUAKE?!?!"
"Yes, earthquake just rattled the whole neighborhood!"

So now I know what an earthquake feels like in the middle of field in the bed of a truck

 

[Blowdowner]

You heard someone yelling help and you sat there for over an hour without going to give them aid?

Yep. I did TWICE put myself between a woman I never met and a stalker with a hand down his pants. But out in the woods it’s different. First off all it abruptly stopped. Second of all there’s only one way to safely intervene if it’s a crime in progress. And I can’t have a gun during bow season. I would come gladly If I was judge jury and executioner and armed accordingly.
I would certainly take a job clearing all weird bandits out of the woods. Are you paying?

 

[manitou1]

I would be more inclined to think someone had fallen or got hurt out there. There is no way my conscience would allow me to be selfish enough to possibly leave a person out there to die.

 

[rcwso]

Saw a wolf while hunting deer last season and it followed me my bro and dad up the trail 1/4 mile. Went to some of the local restraunts and come to find out wolves haven't been seen in that area for over 20 years.

 

[treeratslayer24]

Man this page really drew me in, so I figured I’d contribute. I’ve got nothing on a lot of y’all but still, some might appreciate it.

I grew up across the road from a fairly large(for the east) chunk of state land that I would hunt and hike on some. When I was probably 15 I was really getting into bow hunting, but being unable to drive, my only option unless my dad was going was to go to this public land. Now this is northern WV. Thick Mountain Laurel and not a lot of deer on public land, but it was a way for me to get out. I had an old school junky climber that used wing nuts to strap to the tree so it was super time consuming to pack up in the dark.

One night I hunt and if I recall correctly saw a couple deer out of range, which was rare honestly. Since id seen deer I was feeling brave and decided I’d sit till dark dark(15 year old kid not used to being alone, kinda rare for me to actually stick it out lol) so it gets dark and I climb down and start packing up. I’m feeling a little uneasy because it’s dark dark now and I’m fiddling with this stand when all of a sudden right behind me I hear a noise clear as day. The only way I can describe this noise is a really aggressive buck grunt. I jumped up and looked all around but never saw anything or heard anything. I grabbed that stand and booked it out there without even strapping it all together.

I spent 20 minutes trying to make my grunt make that noise without me blowing through it but it wasn’t going to happen. I have no clue what it was but it took weeks before I hunted in there again and I still feel uneasy after dark in there. Things as a kid have a way of sticking with you..

 

[sbaker0029]

Man this page really drew me in, so I figured I’d contribute. I’ve got nothing on a lot of y’all but still, some might appreciate it.

I grew up across the road from a fairly large(for the east) chunk of state land that I would hunt and hike on some. When I was probably 15 I was really getting into bow hunting, but being unable to drive, my only option unless my dad was going was to go to this public land. Now this is northern WV. Thick Mountain Laurel and not a lot of deer on public land, but it was a way for me to get out. I had an old school junky climber that used wing nuts to strap to the tree so it was super time consuming to pack up in the dark.

One night I hunt and if I recall correctly saw a couple deer out of range, which was rare honestly. Since id seen deer I was feeling brave and decided I’d sit till dark dark(15 year old kid not used to being alone, kinda rare for me to actually stick it out lol) so it gets dark and I climb down and start packing up. I’m feeling a little uneasy because it’s dark dark now and I’m fiddling with this stand when all of a sudden right behind me I hear a noise clear as day. The only way I can describe this noise is a really aggressive buck grunt. I jumped up and looked all around but never saw anything or heard anything. I grabbed that stand and booked it out there without even strapping it all together.

I spent 20 minutes trying to make my grunt make that noise without me blowing through it but it wasn’t going to happen. I have no clue what it was but it took weeks before I hunted in there again and I still feel uneasy after dark in there. Things as a kid have a way of sticking with you..

Probably was a buck grunting. I used to have a ol man climber like you described many times right at dark or before it got light climbing down or up and clanging around fiddling with the thing I "rattled" up a few bucks looking for a fight or wondering what other buck was making runs in his territory during rut over the years
Definitely terrifying though and make you jump out of your skin.

 

[Blowdowner]

There are approximately ten of these scattered in a 60 mile radius in Utah. Weirded me out when I stumbled upon one of them, so I did some research and learned about the others. Police have searched the area for bodies but turned up nothing:
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If you took this photo in 2020 or close I’d say it’s fake/newer than 1975. In parts of Tahoe there are perverted drawings done by 1800’s shepherds carved in aspens.

 

[49ereric]

Man this page really drew me in, so I figured I’d contribute. I’ve got nothing on a lot of y’all but still, some might appreciate it.

I grew up across the road from a fairly large(for the east) chunk of state land that I would hunt and hike on some. When I was probably 15 I was really getting into bow hunting, but being unable to drive, my only option unless my dad was going was to go to this public land. Now this is northern WV. Thick Mountain Laurel and not a lot of deer on public land, but it was a way for me to get out. I had an old school junky climber that used wing nuts to strap to the tree so it was super time consuming to pack up in the dark.

One night I hunt and if I recall correctly saw a couple deer out of range, which was rare honestly. Since id seen deer I was feeling brave and decided I’d sit till dark dark(15 year old kid not used to being alone, kinda rare for me to actually stick it out lol) so it gets dark and I climb down and start packing up. I’m feeling a little uneasy because it’s dark dark now and I’m fiddling with this stand when all of a sudden right behind me I hear a noise clear as day. The only way I can describe this noise is a really aggressive buck grunt. I jumped up and looked all around but never saw anything or heard anything. I grabbed that stand and booked it out there without even strapping it all together.

I spent 20 minutes trying to make my grunt make that noise without me blowing through it but it wasn’t going to happen. I have no clue what it was but it took weeks before I hunted in there again and I still feel uneasy after dark in there. Things as a kid have a way of sticking with you..

They can grunt damn loud when they want. Heard one a 100 yards or so off once chasing 2 does in rifle season and he went right past the stand grunting at the top of his lungs but in early morning light.

 

[treeratslayer24]

They can grunt damn loud when they want. Heard one a 100 yards or so off once chasing 2 does in rifle season and he went right past the stand grunting at the top of his lungs but in early morning light.

Sure scare the crap out of you in the dark when you aren’t used to it haha

 

[Mobilehnter4556]

Seen a bunch of posts on here about strange things found on the ground, but anyone seen unexplained things in the sky? I had one walking out of the woods after sunset and a glowing ball appeared in the sky. Bright enough to cast my shadow but not too bright I couldn’t looked at it. Multicolored and appeared to be spinning in a downward direction. There for a min or two then vanished.

 

[blackdog of vt]

Seen a bunch of posts on here about strange things found on the ground, but anyone seen unexplained things in the sky? I had one walking out of the woods after sunset and a glowing ball appeared in the sky. Bright enough to cast my shadow but not too bright I couldn’t looked at it. Multicolored and appeared to be spinning in a downward direction. There for a min or two then vanished.

Was it in an area where there was a drone maybe?