Most unusual thing you've seen in the woods

[Dos Perros]

My parents were hunting the area for the first time in two years. They were camped in their van for the weekend hunt. They were hunting separately but after the first day they’d both seem the crash sight at different times. Saturday late afternoon they drove to the nearest town and called the county sheriff to report their discovery of the crash scene.

They were asked to stay where they were camped and a sheriffs party would meet them Sunday morning. It turned out they waited till about 4pm Sunday and then there wasn’t time to head out to the crash sight. My folks had some topo maps and with that everyone headed home.

For the years before the crash I’d hunted the forest near the crash site to the point that I’d given it a name. “The Crossing”. The reason that name was given, there is a stream that was easy to cross in only one place. Above the crossing there was a large rockslide with boulders the size of cars and steep clay walls. Below the crossing there is a steep rocky slope with a ridiculous amount of fallen logs. In short the crash site (The Crossing) is a natural funnel.

The ultralight was probably a result of a fast down draft and a very in experienced pilot. (Taking lessons to be licensed to have a passenger on board.) The field of rocks with a stream could have turned the lift into a quick down draft. The ultralight had a parachute that wasn’t deployed.

The people who knew the victims of the crash included the selling rep. I was in contact with him by phone. He and a number of other volunteers removed and carried out ultra lite parts. The engine, parachute, & Landing gear. (The guy who carried out the engine must have been a beast.

I was in my late 30’s and didn’t like seeing the crash site in the wilderness hunting area. I dragged out the fuselage. It took a few hours and the month was September as I recall. I took it in for aluminum scrap metal.
Now what’s left is covered with 30 years of branches and fir nettles.

Here’s the Only article I‘ve found on line.

Hunters Find Remains At Site Of Crash

The remains of a pair of best friends who disappeared nearly two years ago in an ultralight airplane were found by hunters Sunday in a heavily wooded area north of Old Baldy Mountain. Greg Berglund, 28, and his friend, Mike Flake, 29, disappeared on Nov. 13, 1993, after taking off from the...

www.spokesman.com

So I'm a curious dude. I plotted Oregon City, Mt Hood, and where they crashed "north of Old Baldy Mountain." It looks like they probably took off, went and landed on Mt Hood like they planned, or maybe decided not to for whatever reason, and then flew to north to go look at Mt Rainier. No wonder the initial search never found them. That seems like a lot of distance for an ultralight.

 

[FlyGuy]

I also found a plane crash. This was September of 2017 in WY, unit 11. It didn’t look to us like it had just happened, but it didn’t seem too old either. we guessed it was 2-3 years old. I’d met the local game warden on a scouting trip, so I notified him by inreach. I assumed he already knew all about it but It was easy enough to tell him. He was shocked, he had worked the area for many years and had never heard of any plane wreckage before. That made us think we should have spent more time searching for the bags of money. A few days later he followed up with us after getting with the sheriffs department. Turns out The crash was from the 70’s. No survivors.

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[StevenB]

There was a plastic gas can at the crash site though there were teeth marks that had punctured it. Bears and coyotes like to test chew plastic items discarded or lost.

The crash site

So I'm a curious dude. I plotted Oregon City, Mt Hood, and where they crashed "north of Old Baldy Mountain." It looks like they probably took off, went and landed on Mt Hood like they planned, or maybe decided not to for whatever reason, and then flew to north to go look at Mt Rainier. No wonder the initial search never found them. That seems like a lot of distance for an ultralight.

I’d only heard the flight plan was to stay in Oregon. (Land on a Mt Hood glacier fill tank with gas in jug. )

There are some photographs somewhere in my house showing the nose down ultralight. I also took video that ended up on the news. A helicopter was trying to film the crash but even with the GPS coordinates their efforts were for not.

The coincidence of the same last name as the passenger had the effect of my feeling of my inevitable mortality.
That said I carry a PLB almost anytime I venture out of cell coverage.

 

[SydneyKing]

Buddy and I were hunting a deep bowl in Victoria, Australia chasing sambar deer. Due to the terrain and geography there was only one way in and one way out which also involved crossing a river and an extensive blackberry patch. After hunting for the day, as darkness fell we started to pack up. So you could imagine our surprise when we saw what appeared to be the headlamp of another hunter moving parallel us, but on the other side of the draw.

We were both like, no f-ing way there has been another hunter in here with us

But that wasn’t the only odd thing. The light source wasn’t casting any shadows. And what I mean by that, normally when someone has a headlight on it’s casts a shadow as the wearer moves in and out and around trees.

So we both swung our binos up and put eyes on what can only be described as a floating orange orb

We were armed to the teeth with our 300wm’s but weren’t too keen on hanging around to get to intimate with said orb. So we bounced out of there pretty quickly

Strangely too, that weekend there was a heap of orb activity reported on the news

 

[Demlockian]

Couple hundred yards from the road I found a sex doll that was very, very well used. Previous "experiencer" went as far as to break all ten fingers by bending them backwards and even broke a few toes.

 

[type2bowhunter]

Last year I was in the high country of Colorado chasing mule deer when I heard a dirt bike ripping around. I was in the middle of wilderness so this guy was definitely not supposed to be there. I got eyes on him up on a ridge and then noticed another guy who was glassing about 300 yards away from him. Initially I thought that they were together until I realized that the fella glassing was upset and trying to get the dirt biker to pull over and talk to him. The dirt biker ripped past the other guy and then the fella who was glassing pulled out a pistol and fired a few shots into the air. A very bizarre thing to witness 6 miles into the backcountry...

 

[Loper]

Didn’t happen in the woods but similar story as the OP’s. One day my father in law (a devout waterfowler) sent me a picture of him kneeled down next to his black lab, and a dead goose in front of them. Knowing that it was far outside of hunting season and seeing that they were in the backyard, not in the field, I asked what was going on In the photo.

He said that morning when some landscapers came over he walked them into the backyard to explain to them what he wanted them to do. When they entered the backyard, the dog saw three geese in the pool and ran and jumped in the pool, which flushed them up. As they got up and started flying away my FIL acted as if he had an imaginary shotgun in his hand and said “boom, boom, boom” (something he often. Does when waterfowl fly overhead). As he did that one of the geese flew into the power lines, got shocked, and dropped dead into his backyard. He said one of the Spanish speaking landscapers looked at him mysteriously, got spooked, said something in Spanish and turned around and walked back to the truck. The other landscaper told my FIL that the spooked landscaper called him a devilish sorcerer and wanted to get away from him.

 

[glennjones]

When I was about 12 I was on a turkey hunt with my uncle. We were hunting a 20000 acre hunting club in the most rural part of Alabama. Lunchtime rolls around and we are sitting on the tailgate of the truck eating sandwiches when what I thought was a turkey steps out about half a mile up the road. My uncle looks kind of confused goes and gets the binoculars out of the truck and just goes to laughing. I took the binoculars from him and what I see is not a turkey but an emu. To this day I have no idea where that thing came from.

 

[akcabin]

OK I'll bite. Although I know the response. But you asked. I was out at our remote cabin with my buddy moose hunting. He liked being cool and had a shooting stick. He'd set it in the outside corner of the cabin at the top of the ladder stairs. I get up in the morning n go out to pee. His shooting stick is laying on the ground at a 45 degree from the corner of the cabin. 2 mornings in a row. So I asks him about it. Plays nill. We get back to civilization and hanging out. I asked him again. He tells me he found it the day before me in the same position. You asked.
My beautiful wife n me were out. Needed to cut some firewood. A huge 2' spruce tree had been blown over stump n all. Stump root ball was 12 foot around, tall. Tilted heavy forward. I limbed it and beautiful wife drove the snogo next to it while I cut it n loaded the freight sled. Got to about 10 foot from the base. Beautiful wife says make a bench seat. I have the it almost done and run out of chainsaw gas. Fly back out the next spring n go looking for moose antlers and fiddlehead ferns. The stump is sitting upright. And you couldn't hardly see where the original root system tore out of the ground. It was tilting forward last time I was there. You asked
I'm out there a few years ago with a buddy that spends a lot of time in the bush. We're chilling mid afternoon in the cabin. We hear an extremely loud screech. What I thought I heard. We both immediately jumped up grabbed our rifles and in the bush. Never saw anything. I asked him what he thought it was. He said moose or bear. Sounded like a young wolf getting a lesson to me. Who knows. Shoot what happens at the cabin is supposed to stay at the cabin. Beautiful wife hung that above the door out. So don't tell her eh. I'd say that you asked