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.

 

[CRJR45]

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

I loved my Chevette , it got 30 miles a gallon , I had roof racks and took it everywhere ,throw the poles on the roof go pier fishing , four grown adults in a car pool , all for $3900 brand new .

 

[Sandhills]

When I lived in Ruby Valley, Nevada I was on my way to the bar in the valley to get a bite to eat and maybe a beer or 3. Headed down the road, it's dark as the inside of a cow that night. I can see something up along the road in the headlights, and thinkin it's a elk I slow down in case it bolts in front of me. Well it wasn't an elk but a horse, a guy standing next to it, and a calf on a rope with the other end in the guys hand. I stop and roll the window down and ask if he's doing alright. He said yep, doing alright. I asked him if I could help him out or if he wanted to tie off and we would drive slow down the road to get him home. He said he was fine and that someone would be along shortly but thanks for stopping. I asked him one more time if he was sure and he said yep. I get goin again and I just can't help but think something was off. I turned around to ask him if I could at least bring him some food or something to drink and when I got down there he wasnt there. You can see headlights for a hundred miles in either direction so I knew nobody picked him up. I get to looking around and there's no sign of him, the horse or the calf. No tracks, no horse shit, nothing. Needless to say I get a bit spooked. Head to the bar, and instead of a beer I order a whisky and water. The gal who owned the place knew something was up and after I told her what happened she said oh you seen the road ghost. Everyone see him sooner or later.