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Doesn't have to be exclusively while in the turkey woods, but what is the scariest thing/scenario you have seen while hunting or scouting?..

For me, I would say coming across old and what appeared to be abandoned meth shacks and shantys in remote woods in Southeastern Oklahoma.. No shortage of those down here either

One time we were hunting out of Alton Mo. near Hurricane Mill's and as we were walking down this old logging road we came upon a make shift fire pit and all these weird things hanging from the tree limb's with string. Most all of these pieces were wood with weird sayings and were all painted different colors. The next day in town we asked some of the locals at a small convenient store and they told us it was a cult or religious group and for us to stay away from that area.. We did as we were told and scouted a different area of the forest.  Man you talk about something giving you a weird feeling coming upon that in the forest was pretty scary.

Last season I heard a sound far ahead of me on a path so I quickly sat and started the usual yelping routine. After a while of no luck I turned to my right and noticed what appeared to be a dead fawn laying right next to me. I was quite startled by the sight so I jumped up. I noticed its eyes were wide open so I gently touched its neck to see if it was alive. It didn't move at all so I walked off a little saddened. About 2 minutes later I walked back to the spot because I had forgotten my hat and the baby deer was gone. I'm assuming it was playing possum and the initial sound I heard was the fawn's mother. It did creep me out a little at first but I thought it was a pretty cool thing to see happen.

Got so tired one time that I thought I saw a man wearing a white sheet riding a 3 wheeler through the woods!!!

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Me and my buddy were setting against a fence row at that 10 o'clock lull, and I dozed off, dreaming about a 10ft tall turkey running at us. I jumped so hard, and he couldn't stop laughing at me when I told him. He still reminds me to this day about that danged old bird.

A human leg

We were locating birds in South Dakota well past dark on our way back to camp. We stopped on a back road to call into a ridgeline we could barely make out. Standing next to the truck I let out a squeal on my diaphragm call. Immediately all we heard was a large animal running at us with hooves pounding the ground. We could not see anything as the hooves got louder. Whatever it was, was coming for us . "Jeez, what the hell is that ?" My friend asked. We both jumped for the truck at the same time. We made a U-turn shining the edge with our headlights and found nothing.

Quote from: guesswho on March 11, 2022, 08:36:21 AM
A human leg

Man you can't write something like that and not share more details!

For me, a cottonmouth at head level with his mouth wide open 3 feet from my face. He was witting on top a root ball while I came across a blowdown straddling a creek  while trying to get in tight on gobbler who already flew the creek on us once that morning. My 12 yr old daughter was right behind me and a youth hunt. I don't typically carry a decoy, but we had one that morning and I'm glad I did as he came at me I blocked him with it and we both lost balance and went in the water. As we're both falling mid air I calculate his trajectory to land right in my lap and come over the top with big blow as he hits maybe a millionth of a second after me, knocking him who knows where. They talk about super human strength in times of crisis and I don't know how, but by some miracle I leapt from the chest deep water back up onto that big pine log like the bionic man in one jump.

To say my daughter was not impressed my battle with the snake is an understatement! After I calmed her down, dried her tears and dried myself off a bit, we did catch up to the slippery gobbler, who I now believe knew Mr. No Shoulders was there all along and tried to thwart our attack with his presence.

Funny I had a memory  pop up from that adventure yesterday morning and got to relive the horror and delight all over again. I'll see if I can post a pic.(https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20220311/061c6f55258f542cd6b317cc2c7b7596.jpg)

Quote from: Greg Massey on March 10, 2022, 11:08:48 PM
One time we were hunting out of Alton Mo. near Hurricane Mill's and as we were walking down this old logging road we came upon a make shift fire pit and all these weird things hanging from the tree limb's with string. Most all of these pieces were wood with weird sayings and were all painted different colors. The next day in town we asked some of the locals at a small convenient store and they told us it was a cult or religious group and for us to stay away from that area.. We did as we were told and scouted a different area of the forest.  Man you talk about something giving you a weird feeling coming upon that in the forest was pretty scary.

That's a great idea. I'm gonna do that all over my areas and start that cult rumor! Holy smokes, great idea!!!

In a remote area of eastern AZ, came upon a large Pee Wee Herman doll nailed to a Ponderosa pine in a crucifix manner. Very weird. Left that area fairly quickly.

Found a elderly African American gentleman  with a VERY angry emaciated dog living in a ramshackle shack on public in Alabama. It was very well hidden and in a spot I'm sure didn't get much hunting pressure. He was not very happy to see us nor was his dog!!!

Not creepy but as someone that hates snakes having 2 Copperheads in my blind in NC sure wasn't a comfortable event!


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This is just a screenshot of one, but these signs make my neck all tingly.

I don't have a hunting scare, but one morning a friend and I motored out to a large hump that we had been pounding the walleyes.   About an hr later, I noticed the the fog was getting a funny color and pulled up the radar on my phone and noticed a storm was brewing so we started to motor in.  That's when the scary started.....The storm was coming faster than anyone expected and was on us.  There was also a large bass tourney that was occurring.  Suddenly it was the sounds a high speed fishing boats blowing past but we could not see them.  We soon realized that like us, everyone was following their gps tracks back to the ramp.  After the 3rd boat had screamed by us close without being able to see it, we decided to take our chances and just pulled into a small cove and got drenched.  Luckily nothing worse.  Bass boats can go really fast....it sounded.

Quote from: bushangler on March 11, 2022, 10:39:51 AM
Found a elderly African American gentleman  with a VERY angry emancipated dog......
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That must have been one old dog! I wonder if he remembers Lincoln?

One dark morning in the swamps of South Florida (public land), I was tucked into a large "bush" waiting on daylight near a turkey I had roosted the evening before. It was very quiet, I heard something walking towards me from behind, it was now just breaking light, the "creature" sounded very close and I was sure I could hear it pressing into the bush I was against.....I then heard breathing, and it was getting louder, I could hear the brush moving behind my head, I quickly turned around and inches from my face was a horse head, this horse must have smelled me with all my DEET on....It bolted when I turned and I almost fainted....lol....scared the crap out of me for a second or two. Not 30 minutes after that encounter, a guy shot the gobbler I was set on right off the limb, he was as proud as can be too......crazy morning

Cool story. 

Quote from: FLGobstopper on March 11, 2022, 09:27:59 AM

Quote from: guesswho on March 11, 2022, 08:36:21 AM
A human leg

Man you can't write something like that and not share more details!

For me, a cottonmouth at head level with his mouth wide open 3 feet from my face. He was witting on top a root ball while I came across a blowdown straddling a creek  while trying to get in tight on gobbler who already flew the creek on us once that morning. My 12 yr old daughter was right behind me and a youth hunt. I don't typically carry a decoy, but we had one that morning and I'm glad I did as he came at me I blocked him with it and we both lost balance and went in the water. As we're both falling mid air I calculate his trajectory to land right in my lap and come over the top with big blow as he hits maybe a millionth of a second after me, knocking him who knows where. They talk about super human strength in times of crisis and I don't know how, but by some miracle I leapt from the chest deep water back up onto that big pine log like the bionic man in one jump.

To say my daughter was not impressed my battle with the snake is an understatement! After I calmed her down, dried her tears and dried myself off a bit, we did catch up to the slippery gobbler, who I now believe knew Mr. No Shoulders was there all along and tried to thwart our attack with his presence.

Funny I had a memory  pop up from that adventure yesterday morning and got to relive the horror and delight all over again. I'll see if I can post a pic.(https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20220311/061c6f55258f542cd6b317cc2c7b7596.jpg)

I passed a car on some public and they didn't look like hunters, old crack head lady steps out of car pulls her dress up and pissed in the middle of the road,NASTY!

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Quote from: bushangler on March 11, 2022, 10:39:51 AM
Found a elderly African American gentleman  with a VERY angry emancipated dog......
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That must have been one old dog! I wonder if he remembers Lincoln?

Lol, good catch!


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I had stumbled upon a homeless camp on a piece of public that was known for homeless inhabitants near the lake's edge from the main access points. I went up on a main ridge of the lake, but it was not easily accessible and pretty deep from the access, on top was a very large camp that was at the time I was there, was abandoned. There was several large military style knives hung up with fishing line in sheaths all around the camp for easy access to any inhabitants. There was a large fire pit with sizable cast irons next to it, as well as multiple lean-to's made of thick brush and rocks with tarps for a roof.

I observed the location quickly, and ventured back off the main lake ridge to just get deeper into the hardwoods. It forced me to find one of my now public "honey holes" after that encounter, so it wasn't all bad.

Bear tracks in my boot print that I left crossing a creek in the dark. It was a half hour difference when I was crossing back over the creek to chase a bird. The bear track was headed the same direction I was when I crossed the creek in the dark 

I have three and these are not embellished one bit. Make sure you don't skip reading the third incident because it is about as out there as it can get.

1.  The first one was in 1988, and we were deer hunting (sorry no turkey hunting) up in the mountains in a pretty remote area, and it was my father and myself and we had gotten back to the truck on the WMA gun hunt we were participating in and were headed out back to a main road. About halfway out (and it was well after dark by then), we came upon a black hearse backed up into a parking spot on the dirt road and there were folks walking all around the hearse and out in the road dressed in all black from head to foot. They all had on some type of black robes. Even had something black over their faces. Needless to say, my father who was driving put a little extra weight on the accelerator and we got on by them as fast as possible. Still can see that in my mind very vividly even to this day.

2.  About ten years ago, I was hunting the same WMA up in the mountains by myself and was up in a canyon rim and found a series of garbage bags with pieces of clothes and it sparked my curiosity and I got to looking around and found a man's wallet with driver's license, hunting license and money, etc. in it. Well of course, I could not help but think that I had found a murder scene where someone had dumped a dead body in garbage bags and coyotes or something had found the site and tore things up. So I came home and contacted the game warden and gave him the wallet (no phone service up at the site where I found the wallet), and he eventually got back to me and said that the guy was alive and well and that he was very grateful that I had found his wallet so he could get his money back. The game warden also was very concerned about the man's well being before running him down, but turns out the story from the other hunter was that he was tracking a deer and had lost his wallet and had looked and looked for it to no avail. Still wonder about the garbage bags and clothes, but maybe that being in the same place was just a coincidence as we have had some tornadoes and that stuff could have blown in from far away with high winds.

3.  I saved the best one for last and God as my witness this is the truth. About fifteen years ago, one of my good buddies who I trust with my life was hunting the same WMA, and had drove up to the very top of the mountain way before daylight (he was hunting alone that day) and had just parked his truck and gotten out to gather his stuff to walk out the ridge. Keep in mind before I finish the story that there was only one road going in and out and that he had just driven the entire length of that road and seen no one. That is a key fact to grasp about how weird this is fixing to get. But anyway, he had just parked and gotten out and was gathering his stuff when he heard someone walking up the gravel road and the sound was getting closer and closer. Needless to say, he had not seen anyone on that road on the way up the mountain, so he was very fixated on the sound as it approached. Well, out of the dark (the light from the truck cab kinda gave some ambient light as the sound got real close) appears this man who is very elderly and is dressed in dress clothes with dress shoes and what my friend said looked like a dark members only jacket came walking right by him on the road and walked right by him. My friend said hello and good morning and yet the man never did say a word but instead walked right by him and up the road and out of sight and was gone just like that. Keep in mind that this is about 4:30 in the morning and it is about 30 degrees outside and this man was not on the road anywhere when my friend drove in. Needless to say, my friend was very apprehensive to even hunt that morning, but he eventually did go onto into the woods where he intended to hunt.

NOW - this is where it really gets interesting. Without my friend saying a single word about this to another friend who was a big coon hunter,  - a few years later - this coon hunter one day told an odd story about an elderly man dressed in similar fashion who suddenly appeared on the very top of the mtn on a ridge in heavy timber well off of the road one night (very close to where my friend had the original sighting) about 3:00 a.m. and wallked by and once again the man did not say a word or answer the coon hunter - but instead just walked on by him and out of sight into the middle of the night. The coon hunter was very shaken by the sight to say the least. Think about it, what kind of deal is this where an old man is in dress clothes and is walking around in the high elevations of the mtn in the wee hours of the morning with no light or nothing and does not even speak when spoken to?? Now - here is the thing, my friend encountered a third man who saw basically the same thing about a mile down the mtn from the first two sightings and his story was very similar to the first two. I guess the next question is this - do you believe in ghosts? I would have said no, but just don't know because this is a true story and it is hard for me to believe an actual man could be hanging out like that in such an elderly state and dressed so wrong for the elements and yet be among the living. Anyway, we still talk about that often and we eventually named the man "Members only man."

A dogs head that had been sawed off

Quote from: mountainhunter1 on March 11, 2022, 12:56:56 PM
I have three and these are not embellished one bit. Make sure you don't skip reading the third incident because it is about as out there as it can get.

1.  The first one was in 1988, and we were deer hunting (sorry no turkey hunting) up in the mountains in a pretty remote area, and it was my father and myself and we had gotten back to the truck on the WMA gun hunt we were participating in and were headed out back to a main road. About halfway out (and it was well after dark by then), we came upon a black hearse backed up into a parking spot on the dirt road and there were folks walking all around the hearse and out in the road dressed in all black from head to foot. They all had on some type of black robes. Even had something black over their faces. Needless to say, my father who was driving put a little extra weight on the accelerator and we got on by them as fast as possible. Still can see that in my mind very vividly even to this day.

2.  About ten years ago, I was hunting the same WMA up in the mountains by myself and was up in a canyon rim and found a series of garbage bags with pieces of clothes and it sparked my curiosity and I got to looking around and found a man's wallet with driver's license, hunting license and money, etc. in it. Well of course, I could not help but think that I had found a murder scene where someone had dumped a dead body in garbage bags and coyotes or something had found the site and tore things up. So I came home and contacted the game warden and gave him the wallet (no phone service up at the site where I found the wallet), and he eventually got back to me and said that the guy was alive and well and that he was very grateful that I had found his wallet so he could get his money back. The game warden also was very concerned about the man's well being before running him down, but turns out the story from the other hunter was that he was tracking a deer and had lost his wallet and had looked and looked for it to no avail. Still wonder about the garbage bags and clothes, but maybe that being in the same place was just a coincidence as we have had some tornadoes and that stuff could have blown in from far away with high winds.

3.  I saved the best one for last and God as my witness this is the truth. About fifteen years ago, one of my good buddies who I trust with my life was hunting the same WMA, and had drove up to the very top of the mountain way before daylight (he was hunting alone that day) and had just parked his truck and gotten out to gather his stuff to walk out the ridge. Keep in mind before I finish the story that there was only one road going in and out and that he had just driven the entire length of that road and seen no one. That is a key fact to grasp about how weird this is fixing to get. But anyway, he had just parked and gotten out and was gathering his stuff when he heard someone walking up the gravel road and the sound was getting closer and closer. Needless to say, he had not seen anyone on that road on the way up the mountain, so he was very fixated on the sound as it approached. Well, out of the dark (the light from the truck cab kinda gave some ambient light as the sound got real close) appears this man who is very elderly and is dressed in dress clothes with dress shoes and what my friend said looked like a dark members only jacket came walking right by him on the road and walked right by him. My friend said hello and good morning and yet the man never did say a word but instead walked right by him and up the road and out of sight and was gone just like that. Keep in mind that this is about 4:30 in the morning and it is about 30 degrees outside and this man was not on the road anywhere when my friend drove in. Needless to say, my friend was very apprehensive to even hunt that morning, but he eventually did go onto into the woods where he intended to hunt.

NOW - this is where it really gets interesting. Without my friend saying a single word about this to another friend who was a big coon hunter,  - a few years later - this coon hunter one day told an odd story about an elderly man dressed in similar fashion who suddenly appeared on the very top of the mtn on a ridge in heavy timber well off of the road one night (very close to where my friend had the original sighting) about 3:00 a.m. and wallked by and once again the man did not say a word or answer the coon hunter - but instead just walked on by him and out of sight into the middle of the night. The coon hunter was very shaken by the sight to say the least. Think about it, what kind of deal is this where an old man is in dress clothes and is walking around in the high elevations of the mtn in the wee hours of the morning with no light or nothing and does not even speak when spoken to?? Now - here is the thing, my friend encountered a third man who saw basically the same thing about a mile down the mtn from the first two sightings and his story was very similar to the first two. I guess the next question is this - do you believe in ghosts? I would have said no, but just don't know because this is a true story and it is hard for me to believe an actual man could be hanging out like that in such an elderly state and dressed so wrong for the elements and yet be among the living. Anyway, we still talk about that often and we eventually named the man "Members only man."

Great story. You mind at least telling what state? And yes, I believe in ghosts. I've seen and heard way too many stories.

Does a dismembered, melted, plastic baby arms, legs, & head nailed to a tree count?  I've got a pic somewhere...

Not really spooky or creepy, but more of a mystery - a very large and beautiful metal cross, must have been 8' tall and 6' across.  Miles from any road and not even a foot trail nearby.  I looked around for any kind of plaque, nothing.  No inscription on the cross either.  I can only assume that cross marked a very special place for someone.

Back in the mountains several miles from any road of any kind found a late 60 ford sedan, no motor, transmission, or wheels. Every thing else just, like off the show room floor, less that 100 miles on it, have no idea how they got it there, and sure no way to get it out.

I was following the sound of a gobbler in a low area of my hunting lease.  Pretty dark and swampy most of the time and smells like swamp mud.  I came across a cross nailed to a tree, with flowers on it and a name.  It looked like something you see on the side of the road marking where someone was killed.
This was 1/2 mile from any road.  Turns out, a man put there years before where his wife died.  She was deer hunting and died in her stand I learned.  Eerie out there in the middle of some woods tho.

A meth lab during turkey season. We had walked an old quarry ridge about a half mile back in north Missouri and came across it. We immediately left and contacted authorities. They arrested the guy a few days later and he escaped from jail to be arrested again a week or so later. He was as crazy as they make them before meth, I'm guessing crazy and meth'd out don't make a good combination so I'm awful glad he wasn't there.

Another time on the same farm a few years later a buddy and me had set up in an old barn to deer hunt. We had been setting there for about 30 minutes and looked over and there was a skunk about 10 ft away from us...it had came in the door to the right, we went out a hole to the left. Went in about an hour later to get our stuff. Thankfully neither us nor our gear got sprayed.

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Quote from: mountainhunter1 on March 11, 2022, 12:56:56 PM
I have three and these are not embellished one bit. Make sure you don't skip reading the third incident because it is about as out there as it can get.

1.  The first one was in 1988, and we were deer hunting (sorry no turkey hunting) up in the mountains in a pretty remote area, and it was my father and myself and we had gotten back to the truck on the WMA gun hunt we were participating in and were headed out back to a main road. About halfway out (and it was well after dark by then), we came upon a black hearse backed up into a parking spot on the dirt road and there were folks walking all around the hearse and out in the road dressed in all black from head to foot. They all had on some type of black robes. Even had something black over their faces. Needless to say, my father who was driving put a little extra weight on the accelerator and we got on by them as fast as possible. Still can see that in my mind very vividly even to this day.

2.  About ten years ago, I was hunting the same WMA up in the mountains by myself and was up in a canyon rim and found a series of garbage bags with pieces of clothes and it sparked my curiosity and I got to looking around and found a man's wallet with driver's license, hunting license and money, etc. in it. Well of course, I could not help but think that I had found a murder scene where someone had dumped a dead body in garbage bags and coyotes or something had found the site and tore things up. So I came home and contacted the game warden and gave him the wallet (no phone service up at the site where I found the wallet), and he eventually got back to me and said that the guy was alive and well and that he was very grateful that I had found his wallet so he could get his money back. The game warden also was very concerned about the man's well being before running him down, but turns out the story from the other hunter was that he was tracking a deer and had lost his wallet and had looked and looked for it to no avail. Still wonder about the garbage bags and clothes, but maybe that being in the same place was just a coincidence as we have had some tornadoes and that stuff could have blown in from far away with high winds.

3.  I saved the best one for last and God as my witness this is the truth. About fifteen years ago, one of my good buddies who I trust with my life was hunting the same WMA, and had drove up to the very top of the mountain way before daylight (he was hunting alone that day) and had just parked his truck and gotten out to gather his stuff to walk out the ridge. Keep in mind before I finish the story that there was only one road going in and out and that he had just driven the entire length of that road and seen no one. That is a key fact to grasp about how weird this is fixing to get. But anyway, he had just parked and gotten out and was gathering his stuff when he heard someone walking up the gravel road and the sound was getting closer and closer. Needless to say, he had not seen anyone on that road on the way up the mountain, so he was very fixated on the sound as it approached. Well, out of the dark (the light from the truck cab kinda gave some ambient light as the sound got real close) appears this man who is very elderly and is dressed in dress clothes with dress shoes and what my friend said looked like a dark members only jacket came walking right by him on the road and walked right by him. My friend said hello and good morning and yet the man never did say a word but instead walked right by him and up the road and out of sight and was gone just like that. Keep in mind that this is about 4:30 in the morning and it is about 30 degrees outside and this man was not on the road anywhere when my friend drove in. Needless to say, my friend was very apprehensive to even hunt that morning, but he eventually did go onto into the woods where he intended to hunt.

NOW - this is where it really gets interesting. Without my friend saying a single word about this to another friend who was a big coon hunter,  - a few years later - this coon hunter one day told an odd story about an elderly man dressed in similar fashion who suddenly appeared on the very top of the mtn on a ridge in heavy timber well off of the road one night (very close to where my friend had the original sighting) about 3:00 a.m. and wallked by and once again the man did not say a word or answer the coon hunter - but instead just walked on by him and out of sight into the middle of the night. The coon hunter was very shaken by the sight to say the least. Think about it, what kind of deal is this where an old man is in dress clothes and is walking around in the high elevations of the mtn in the wee hours of the morning with no light or nothing and does not even speak when spoken to?? Now - here is the thing, my friend encountered a third man who saw basically the same thing about a mile down the mtn from the first two sightings and his story was very similar to the first two. I guess the next question is this - do you believe in ghosts? I would have said no, but just don't know because this is a true story and it is hard for me to believe an actual man could be hanging out like that in such an elderly state and dressed so wrong for the elements and yet be among the living. Anyway, we still talk about that often and we eventually named the man "Members only man."

Great story. You mind at least telling what state? And yes, I believe in ghosts. I've seen and heard way too many stories.

This is in North Georgia. There is so much to consider about what happened. Imagine taking an elderly man from an assisted living place and having them go and climb around on the mtn. Maybe that example is too extreme as some elderly men are pretty active, but this area is very steep terrain, so physically this just does not seem like something an elderly person would be doing - especially in the middle of the night and the individual was just not dressed right for the low temps regardless of age. Whoever or whatever it was, it happened, but it defies human logic. My buddy did not tell about this event for several years because it bothered him and he thought folks would think he was out of it, but eventually did after the other hunter who was coon hunting told about seeing what sounded like the same man under similar if not even more bizarre conditions. After that, a third person as said earlier, saw and also described the same type event about a mile or so down the mtn from the other two sightings.

This is good stuff fellas.. keep em coming

Sioux county, Nebraska.

Parked in the dark on the municipal road and, flashlight in hand, walked a sandy two-track 1/2 mile down through a series of really narrow, deep ravines and road banks.  It was the third, and last, day between the two horrific blizzards of April, 2013.   Hunted til about 9:00 when I froze out and had to go back to the truck to warm up.  There was 15-20 inches of snow everywhere except on the two-track which had been plowed by a grader the morning before.  As I walked back up the two-track, something caught my eye that hadn't been there on my way in.

That's a Gerber Gator for scale.  And, yes.............that's a cat track. 

Very few things.......maybe nothing else I've ever run across whole turkey hunting........gives me the craps like THOSE things.   :help:


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I hesitate to say it because some will think I am crazy but I had a mt lion sneak up behind me once. That was was more erie than anything I have felt. I have found moonshine stills and been within a few yards of black bears several times. Nothing came close to that. 2 coyotes fighting 50 yards in front of me in the dark had my attention but still didn't really put the fear into me.

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Quote from: guesswho on March 11, 2022, 08:36:21 AM
A human leg

Man you can't write something like that and not share more details!

I was turkey hunting in Laurens county Georgia.  Was messing with a gobbler and finally made the decision to let him walk off then reposition.   While I had been messing with that gobbler I saw what looked like the base of a deer antler sticking up.  I thought once I kill this gobbler or he walks off I'll ease over there and pick it up.  After he was a safe distance away I went to pick it up.   What I thought was the base of the antler was actually the hip joint.   Earlier a quarter mile away I found a moonshine still.  You could tell it had been used a few months prior.  I'm not sure if it was related to the leg I found or not.  The Sheriffs came out and investigated the area and hauled off the leg in the back of their car.  I lived in Florida at the time and had to leave the next morning.  I never received a call back.  After a couple weeks I was back up that way turkey hunting.  On the way to camp I stopped at the Sheriffs office in Dublin to get an update.  After several minutes a Cop came out and told me upon further investigation they had determined that it was a deer leg.  I said allrighty then and left.  I figured it was something I wanted no part of.  Here is a picture of the deer leg.
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guess, as a veterinarian who has repaired more than a few deer leg fractures (local wildlife rehab brought them to me and I would try to repair them at no charge) I have a fairly good knowledge of deer anatomy and while I cannot with 100% certainty tell you what that was, I can definitely confirm what you already know.  That ain't no deer leg.

One of my favorite pant soiling stories was my son and I were sitting in our boat on an oxbow of the Mississippi waiting for daylight. We had found some birds there the day before and it was public, so we got there real early on a full moon night. We had our lights off in the woods and I was just sipping coffee, with my gun laid across my lap, unloaded.  I hard a rush of wind and looked up to see an owl fixing to light on the tree stump that was actually my head.  My son let out a yelp and I came up with the gun to swing it at him. I felt the brush of wing on my hand as I warded him off. Scared the heck out of all three of us.  I have seen some serious talon injuries from folks that tangled with owls and hawks.  Would not have been fun. 

I got a little spooked one day in the river swamp when a bird made a sound like I had never heard.  Very eerie sounding.  No birds gobbled that morning and I tried all morning to get closer, but it stayed just out of visual.  Buddy had heard it the same week and I hunted that stretch of swamp another 10 years and never heard it again.  Would love to know what it was. 

I heard a panther scream in 1972 while camping in a screened room with my folks.  I was 10 and it spooked the every loving snot out of me and my brother.  Sounded like a woman getting murdered.  It was on the Weeki Wachee River. I know the year it happened because we watched the Munich Olympics and all that happened on a TV while camping that week. 

Quote from: gergg on March 11, 2022, 11:21:12 AM
One dark morning in the swamps of South Florida (public land), I was tucked into a large "bush" waiting on daylight near a turkey I had roosted the evening before. It was very quiet, I heard something walking towards me from behind, it was now just breaking light, the "creature" sounded very close and I was sure I could hear it pressing into the bush I was against.....I then heard breathing, and it was getting louder, I could hear the brush moving behind my head, I quickly turned around and inches from my face was a horse head, this horse must have smelled me with all my DEET on....It bolted when I turned and I almost fainted....lol....scared the crap out of me for a second or two. Not 30 minutes after that encounter, a guy shot the gobbler I was set on right off the limb, he was as proud as can be too......crazy morning

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i hate horses. i probably would've shot the damn thing

in my days of chasing trophy trout, i was sitting in my truck at like 4AM in june. so foggy you couldn't see 30 feet.  my window is down as i smoke a camel. i look left as i flick an ash out the window and there's a frickin' horse head coming into the cab.  i scream and suddenly there's 3 horses surrounding me.  i blasted music, i honked the horn, i eased the truck forward. nothing would make them move.

after 10 mintues i'm losing patience. i need to get on the stream. suddenly one of the horses plants his maw onto my hood and bites.  when they moved on i got out and saw a 2 inch long bite mark right down to metal.  suddenly a dually comes flying by and i'm flailing my arms to stop them. they fly past and i see their taillights veer sharply left and then right

i caught a 23" brown about an hour later

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A human leg

Man you can't write something like that and not share more details!

I was turkey hunting in Laurens county Georgia.  Was messing with a gobbler and finally made the decision to let him walk off then reposition.   While I had been messing with that gobbler I saw what looked like the base of a deer antler sticking up.  I thought once I kill this gobbler or he walks off I'll ease over there and pick it up.  After he was a safe distance away I went to pick it up.   What I thought was the base of the antler was actually the hip joint.   Earlier a quarter mile away I found a moonshine still.  You could tell it had been used a few months prior.  I'm not sure if it was related to the leg I found or not.  The Sheriffs came out and investigated the area and hauled off the leg in the back of their car.  I lived in Florida at the time and had to leave the next morning.  I never received a call back.  After a couple weeks I was back up that way turkey hunting.  On the way to camp I stopped at the Sheriffs office in Dublin to get an update.  After several minutes a Cop came out and told me upon further investigation they had determined that it was a deer leg.  I said allrighty then and left.  I figured it was something I wanted no part of.  Here is a picture of the deer leg.


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Wow, guess those boys meant it when they said they would not tolerate any one messing with their still - guess that included humans with "deer legs." You were wise to drop that when you did, that was some bad business going on up on those ridges.

Several years back myself and buddy where way back in ozarks listening to several gobblers sounding off . While deciding which direction to go we suddenly hear the prettiest sounding female voice I've ever heard singing amazing grace !
She sang the whole song .  It echoed up that valley like it was coming from every direction.  We couldn't believe what we where hearing .  All the gobbling stopped and even the song birds shut up while she sang . But once she stopped , the gobbling started back along with the song birds etc . It was pretty cool experience, but also a lil spooky due to the fact that there isn't a home within miles .
Later that day I found a old fallen down church in a small pasture up that valley .  Never heard her again .

Going into the woods pitch black on a fall hunt one year and someone had dumped some deer carcasses. Didnt think much of it just commented to my friend how stupid it was to dump them where they were. Made it 60yrds or so away and stopped to rest before continuing up a very steep incline that was the best approach to a group of birds we saw roost the evening before. Sitting in the dark with no lights we begin to hear movement in the deep leaves coming towards us, I had forgotten my light in the truck and had not chambered a round as of yet. Both of these things occured to me quickly. What followed was and I hope will always be the scariest thing to ever happen in the woods. A group of coyotes began fighting in the darkness moving closer and farther multiple times. Growling snarling yapping and snapping jaws in the pitch black. We backed in against a downed log and chambered a round in each of our guns. They eventually moved away in the dark still, but we watched carefully until it was light enough to see and missed the fly down.

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Had a sugar glider fly within about 4 inches of my face while bow hunting. Startled me to death. Scariest thing that happened to me is getting attacked by dogs while squirrel hunting when I was a kid.

Walked up on a very large woman with her pants down pooping miles deep in a wilderness area.

Oh yeah I forgot about this one. I shot a gobbler and went out to get it him and when I was walking back to my tree I found a gravestone probably 10-15 feet right behind the tree I was on. It was for a young girl who had died 101 years to the exact day I was there. That kind freaked me out a little bit. Story below if you're interested.





5 or 6 years ago I was hunting a WMA in my neighboring state to the north and as usual struggling a bit. Finally one the 3rd morning I get on a couple good gobbling birds off the edge of this old road. They were in a mature, but relatively open pine stand that had been burned recently and the road ran across the top of this little hill that rolled off into a creek bottom in front of me, the food plot a couple hundred yards to my front left and a thick 6-8yr old stand of planted pines behind me. I had walked this road many times before this day, but this was the first time I had ever seen this particular block get burned. Everything was obviously much more open and from the old road behind me you could now see pretty well, but there was still a lot of remnants of the head high brush paralleled the road all the way over to the short pine stand.

On this morning I heard birds roosted and gobbling in another large creek bottom 400-500 yards away, but I was pretty sure they were going work their way up out of the bottom up into the burn and towards the food plot. So, I picked this spot to set up and hope to call them up to me or catch them working up the old road bed. Sun was at my back, I had some remnants of some thicker burned brush around and behind me and I could see and shoot well out to 40 yds if they came up and crested the slow rolling hill.

Because all the turkeys had already flown down I didn't rush my setup but I made a quick decision and got set as quick as possible just in case a silent bird came sneaking through that burn and would likely pick me off and possibly any other prospects nearby. So, I didn't notice then what I had walked by probably 20-30 times before without ever having an idea it was their due to thick impenetrable brush that had previously occupied this area.

On this day, for once it seemed everything went absolutely according to plan. after a long back and forth with a few gobbling birds I took a beautiful strutter at 28 yds as he came slipping up the old road looking for love. April 3, that day was a beautiful cloudless, cool and crisp morning in the southern woods and as I walked back to my tree I felt a great sense of peace and thankfulness for the Lord, His creation and the entire experience I was so fortunate to have that morning.

It was on that short walk that I finally noticed something sticking up out to the charred ground and remaining brush right behind where I had been sitting just a few moments prior. It looked like an old survey post at first but as I got closer I realized it was broken and the part of it that had broken off was laying on the ground beside it. As I got within 2-3 feet I could see others sticking up in various positions and shapes. Then it hit me, I was standing in the middle of an old burial site.

I stooped down to look at the broken stone and I wiped away some of the dirt and debris on the remaining standing stone. On it was the name of young girl not even a teenager who passed on April 3, 1916. It took me a moment and finally looked at my phone to realize what day it was, April 3, 2017. I went from stone to stone (8 - 10 maybe) reading the names and the inscriptions describing their lives. It appears most all were family members and several past within a short time frame. It was an odd and surreal experience and I felt a both a sense of intrigue about the way of life, the family and land they once occupied and sorrow for the young girl and what appeared to be at least 1 or possibly 2 of her siblings who passed within a very short time.

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I stooped down to look at the broken stone and I wiped away some of the dirt and debris on the remaining standing stone. On it was the name of young girl not even a teenager who passed on April 3, 1916. It took me a moment and finally looked at my phone to realize what day it was, April 3, 2017. I went from stone to stone (8 - 10 maybe) reading the names and the inscriptions describing their lives. It appears most all were family members and several past within a short time frame. It was an odd and surreal experience and I felt a both a sense of intrigue about the way of life, the family and land they once occupied and sorrow for the young girl and what appeared to be at least 1 or possibly 2 of her siblings who passed within a very short time.

Really makes you wonder what caused that considering the Spanish Flu didn't reach the United States until 1918.

Found a meth lab once. Found a prosthetic leg hanging in a tree.
One night we were bowfishing and found a mannequin floating in a log jam.

I hunt a WMA with an active cattle farm on part of it. The one side I like to hunt has an upper field and a lower field.

One spring morning, I walked down the tractor path to the lower field due to hearing gobblers the day before on one of the hill sides down there. Upon walking out that afternoon, there were tracts, in my boot prints, from an unknown animal coming down towards where I was. Possibly a bobcat maybe even a coyote. Kind of creepy not knowing if what ever it was, was following me or not.


Second story ... bow hunting during the fall. On this same WMA you have to cross a field from the parking lot, to get to a gate that leads to the paths for the upper or lower fields. This particular day, a lot of the cows and calves were in the field between the parking area and the gate. Long story short, I had several p!ssed off mamas staring me down, bluff charging me and trying to circle around behind me when I was crossing the field that morning. A lot of hollering and waving my bow trying to get across a 300 yard field. To make matters worse, the gate was open and all the cows and calves went towards the upper field where I was going to hunt that day. BTW cows will stare at you in a tree stand, if they are in the vicinity and see you.


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Was once down in a creek bottom late one morning in MS trying to strike up a bird when I looked up and right beside me there was a tire swing hanging from a very old rope. Very old tire. This was a mile or more from a dead end, desolate road in the middle of the woods. Nothing else around. Kinda spooked me.

Also, had a deer lease that would be considered more or less an urban deer lease close to the house but about 100 acre chunk of timber that I bow hunted more so out of convenience than trophy hunting. Walked to very corner of it one day and stumbled into an extremely old graveyard of pre-civil war head stones. Many of them very elegant with inscriptions. Some of them were broken but many were in good shape all things considered. I found myself going to each one and reading the names and dates. Also kinda spooky.

30ft of black alligator water in south Florida between me and a dead gobbler w no way around it.  This was just last week. I thought can't be that bad right?  Waist deep maybe, wrong!  2nd step I went in over my head.  Never pounded water so hard in my life!  I don't know if I was more happy that I reached the bird or more horrified that I had to turn around and do it again!

Hunting on private with a buddy several years ago.  Decided to take a break for lunch, arrived back to the truck about noon.  We noticed a strange looking critter a ways off, we couldn't tell what it was, but it was coming toward us.  When it got close we could see it was a young pup with his head stuck in a plastic peanut butter jar.  No idea how long he had that jar stuck on his head. 

It took almost 30 minutes of tugging before I finally got that jar off his head.  We gave him some water and fed him some peanut butter cookies my buddy's wife had made for us.  He gobbled them down, drank his water, and went on his way.

One spring I was hunting ground that I had not been on before.  I was following an old road in the woods and came upon the intersection of maybe four roads.  Once in the opening I began to see doll babies of all types hung and nailed to trees.  It looked like one of those places on tv where satonic rituals would take place.  Seemed kind of odd but nothing dead or alive appeared to mess with me.

Several years ago was hunting in a public ground area in NY. Came across an area about twenty feet in diameter...dependent upon available trees...whereas someone(s) had gone around and around with binder twine enclosing the area. Were a number of huge oaks there and, up in the large limbs, there were four or five plywood cutouts of humans placed there. Eerie...obviously some cult or such.

Quote from: Zobo on March 10, 2022, 11:20:21 PM
Last season I heard a sound far ahead of me on a path so I quickly sat and started the usual yelping routine. After a while of no luck I turned to my right and noticed what appeared to be a dead fawn laying right next to me. I was quite startled by the sight so I jumped up. I noticed its eyes were wide open so I gently touched its neck to see if it was alive. It didn't move at all so I walked off a little saddened. About 2 minutes later I walked back to the spot because I had forgotten my hat and the baby deer was gone. I'm assuming it was playing possum and the initial sound I heard was the fawn's mother. It did creep me out a little at first but I thought it was a pretty cool thing to see happen.

Very cool Zebo!

Quote from: bear hunter on March 12, 2022, 12:46:32 AM
Walked up on a very large woman with her pants down pooping miles deep in a wilderness area.

That sounds down right traumatizing, are you ok?

Great stories, though I have never had anything really creepy happen. Walking out in a pitch dark field and getting to close to some deer that you had no idea are there and having them blow at you from what sounds like way to close always gets my attention, has happened numerous times in turkey season. I am betting just about everyone's here has experienced it, it wakes you up a bit if your still groggy for sure.

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Quote from: Zobo on March 10, 2022, 11:20:21 PM
Last season I heard a sound far ahead of me on a path so I quickly sat and started the usual yelping routine. After a while of no luck I turned to my right and noticed what appeared to be a dead fawn laying right next to me. I was quite startled by the sight so I jumped up. I noticed its eyes were wide open so I gently touched its neck to see if it was alive. It didn't move at all so I walked off a little saddened. About 2 minutes later I walked back to the spot because I had forgotten my hat and the baby deer was gone. I'm assuming it was playing possum and the initial sound I heard was the fawn's mother. It did creep me out a little at first but I thought it was a pretty cool thing to see happen.

Very cool Zebo!

BIG FOOT have a way of mesmerizing their prey !

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Walked up on a very large woman with her pants down pooping miles deep in a wilderness area.

That sounds down right traumatizing, are you ok?

I havent been the same since.

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Scouting an archery draw unit in Tennessee, I came across scores of fish carcasses. They were mostly large catfish. I was at least 300 yards from the nearest water, on a hill.


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Just last year, hunting my own property during turkey season, I walked up an access road early one foggy morning towards a gobbling turkey. At the top of a roadside embankment sat a clown doll, eerily similar to the Saw doll for those that are familiar with the movie series. The doll was sitting upright on a small tree, like a hunter waiting on an incoming bird and facing the road. It's clothing was pristine and shiny.  It was as if it was dropped there out of the sky just before I arrived. Since I had a gobbling turkey up ahead, I took only a few moments to take in the bizarre experience and continued on.  My hunt led me away from this road that day.  But I came back the next day and the doll was gone. 

Now I fully understand the possibility of some kids riding ATVs and throwing the doll out as a prank or something of the sort.  But this location is far from a well traveled road. My property is not part of a hunting club.  No houses nearby. The road doesn't lead to anywhere.  It's not a throughway to somewhere else.  The fact that this doll disappeared in less than 24 hours just adds to the weirdness of the whole experience. 

This happened to a buddy who is not a member.  He was 2 miles deep into public land in PA a few years ago when he encountered a completely naked guy walking the opposite direction on the trail.  They passed each other without saying a word. People are weird.....

Fellas....this is why I won't bow hunt for turkeys...woman making mud pies....old man walking out of no where and naked people deep in the woods! It's comforting knowing I carry a 12 guage...hahahahaha

Okay. Here goes. Honestly dont remember telling very many ever about this. Several years ago, I bet over 15 years or so maybe longer my wife and I were riding horses near our place on public land. Not many close houses nearby. However up creek there was a big piece of private land owned by a wealthy orthopedic surgeon from out of state. He always had a big bunch of guys come up to deer hunt each year. Anyways we were riding along on the public and I was up on the ridge looking down towards the creek. Open woods as it was before spring green up. I noticed something looking out of place stuck in a drift log jam in the creek. I had to go look and believe me I was not expecting anything like this! I grabbed ahold of it and pulled out A LIFE SIZE BLOW UP DOLL THAT SOMEONE WOULD HAVE BOUGHT AT AN ADULT STORE!!!  Dont know if it came from the deer camp up creek or if someone tossed it off the bridge crossing the creek or what! We were stunned to say the least. We never laughed so hard on our lives. I thought NOBODY will ever believe this!! So then I thought I'd haul it out of the woods and not leave it there. Then immediately thought how the heck would I explain me riding a horse out in the National Forest and someone seeing me with this blow up doll on back of my horse!!! Lol left it right there and never went back but we laughed all the way back home. Honest true story guys.

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Down New Mexico way I came a across this creature traversing a ridge line. It moved like a ghost. It was completely silent and flowed through its environment with the confidence and stealth of an alpha apex predator, Almost snake like. As soon as it appeared it faded away like an eerie, evil, and foreboding mist.  The sight of such a menacing predator sent shivers up my spine. It was all I could do to keep my cool. Sasquatch I thought. Nope I was mistaken. Turns out it was GobbleNut out for a Sunday stroll.

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Scouting an archery draw unit in Tennessee, I came across scores of fish carcasses. They were mostly large catfish. I was at least 300 yards from the nearest water, on a hill.


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I found an Eagles nest one time and there was a bunch of catfish skeletons underneath it. I'd look around for a nest nearby.


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Not turkey hunt but was out west elk hunting. Me and my hunting partner were on a ridge top early in the morning waiting to hear a bugle when something in the sky caught my attention. It was a line of lights evenly spaced outflying in the sky. U could hear no sound and the line stretched to no end it seemed. Kinda creepy seeing it go by. Anything from aliens invading to some top secret military experiment went through mind.

Starlink satellites Stoeger.  I had the same thing happen and looked it up. 

 Nothing out of the ordinary for me but....

Had a guy I went to school with find a dead guy. He was hunting a large piece of ground and was hunting along. He was walking and looked up and seen a guy setting, resting against a tree. He thought it was odd, just the look of it and the surroundings but when a bird landed on the guy he knew something was up.

He eventually got the nerve up to check it out a little closer. Wound up calling cops or something to that nature. The guy had been missing since deer season the November prior.

I was hunting hardwoods several years back with A buddy,we were tuck in tight to A big hardwood tree.We stomped down A single row of the thick vegetation in front of us for A shooting lane,but everything else was pretty tall limiting visibility. There was A old logging road in front of us and we were working A vocal bird. All at once I looked up and A bobcat was less than 2ft from my boot and we were in A stare off. It let out A low growl/hiss and leaned down as if it was going to pounce at our faces. We both hollered and shewed it and it worked, my heart skipped A few beats on that one.


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Quote from: Will on March 13, 2022, 09:54:15 AM
Fellas....this is why I won't bow hunt for turkeys...woman making mud pies....old man walking out of no where and naked people deep in the woods! It's comforting knowing I carry a 12 guage...hahahahaha

When I bowhunt I always carry a pistol..period!

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Down New Mexico way I came a across this creature traversing a ridge line. It moved like a ghost. It was completely silent and flowed through its environment with the confidence and stealth of an alpha apex predator, Almost snake like. As soon as it appeared it faded away like an eerie, evil, and foreboding mist.  The sight of such a menacing predator sent shivers up my spine. It was all I could do to keep my cool. Sasquatch I thought. Nope I was mistaken. Turns out it was GobbleNut out for a Sunday stroll.

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A grave from 1870, and an old model 87 Winchester.

Didn't think of that, a 30-30 in a trash bag laying under some leak/duff.

IDK.

I don't have anything in particular while turkey hunting ( I did find what looked like an old homestead grave site with graves stones so old they weren't legible, WAY out in the middle of the woods) but had a good one when I was hunting Ducks.

I was hunting solo in North Texas on big farm pond with my Black Lab and it was still dark (a good deal before daylight) and I already had the decoys out and I just got settled in, waiting for shooting light. I was set up in a layout blind along a the pond dam that was probably 6-8 foot tall behind me. It was really still/quiet but all the sudden my lab jumps up and flips around and his hair on the back of his neck stands straight up, he gets in this defensive looking posture, and starts growling and snarling like crazy so I get out of the layout blind and turn around but can't see anything in the darkness. Keep in mind, there's a ton of coyotes and hogs in this area and he's used to seeing them/hearing them and NEVER acted like this before. So, at this point, I'm definitely on high alert and fumbling for my light with my gun trained back that way. I never heard or saw anything. Anyway, my dog finally settles back down after a few minutes and things go back to normal but I was looking over my shoulder the rest of the hunt. When it finally gets light and we got a lull in the hunting we walked back to the back side of the levee and found a well worn/ dusty deer trail, probably 30-40 feet from where we were set up, and I could clearly make out mtn. lion tracks... I don't know if it was creeping up on us and the dog scared it away or if my dog just smelled/heard it etc, when it was traveling past us but it was enough to make me jumpy every time I hunted that area/property going forward. Either way, I'd never been so thankful to have that dog with me.

I rarely feel spooked if I'm toting a shotgun while hunting turkeys or a rifle for elk or deer.  However, in some areas of Montana, I'm a little more jumpy when bowhunting in the backcountry especially at night.  This one is funny now but made me stop for a while in September last year. 

I had been hiking for a little better than an hour in the dark into an area where I'd been close to a bull the previous weekend.  The trail follows a creek through the timber in a canyon.  You can't hear worth a dang whenever it's close to the creek.  It was probably 30 minutes before daylight and I was moving at pretty good clip.  I was stopped in my tracks by an awful scream that echoed around that sounded like it was within 100 yards. 

I stood there trying to decide what in the world???  I didn't hear it well enough to know what it was but it was loud.  I knew it wasn't a bear.  I thought it could have been a cat, but felt that was unlikely.  I finally decided that it must have been a bull.  I've heard some crazy bugles before that barely resembled a bugle, so that had to be it.

I stayed put to keep the wind in my favor and knew that I couldn't call to it untill daylight.  15 minutes went by and nothing, so now I'm thinking I imagined it.  I start heading down the trail listening and watching because everything was finally turning grey.  After a few minutes the thing screams again finally and I'm still thinking what the heck???  He did it at least once more as I worked my way towards it.  "That's the nastiest bugling bull I've ever heard if that's a bull.  Damn that thing must have blown a vocal chord or something."

I moved forward again and went ahead and bugled a couple times myself.  I finally get a response from higher up the hill.  A good sounding bugle but not as crazy as the first.  I cross the creek and start towards it.  The bull bugles at me again but still not the crazy bugle.  Something didn't seem right, but I kept easing forward trying to figure this out.

50 yards ahead, I can smell elk, there are fresh tracks, and I catch movement to my left 50 yards away.  I had to look at it a few seconds to understand what I was seeing.  My first thought was "elk", then "no, is that a moose? It's dark like a moose.". Then it shook its head and made that God awful noise and I realized what I'd been hearing. 

Some guy from a camp farther in had beat me to the area and was already following the elk but had parked his dang riding mule near the creek.  The mule was apparently none too happy about being left alone.

I turned and just headed back, finally understanding what I'd heard in the dark.  That was definitely a first for me.

Here is what he or she sounded like:.   https://youtu.be/_3QIabRz_kg

We drive by this place on my U.P. MI hunts, well I can't even explain this and even just typing this out gives me the chills. I stopped the truck and took this picture of this old, abandoned farmhouse. Nobody has ever been there in the 30+ years...

You be the judge CAF


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A Buddy of mine leased a small farm to deer hunt on in the mid west . It had a old abandoned home and barn on it .
Up in the hay loft of the barn was the carcasses of at least 30 dead gobblers . They were fully intact. Some still had beards still attached .
They didn't appear to have been eaten on . It looked like they just either died in there ? Or some body just put them up there ? It was very puzzling and quite spooky .   

   Around the year 2000,I was Hunting off of Famous CLINTON ROAD in New Jersey. Now this was " before",I knew anything  about this Very Dark and Creepy Road and back then Clinton Road was pretty bad as far as ruts + potholes.
   Right around 9am after doing alot of Calling and hearing only Hens and seeing 1-- the Woods grew Silent,I mean Super Quiet! Not a Bird,Squirrel,  or insect...
   I had this Weird Feeling of being Watched and " something" was Close. Muscles now Supercharged, I went with " my Gut" and Sprang up- ready to Shoot and Swing that Shotgun like a Club. I walked Slowly out- looking round at my Backtrail often.
   I figure a Black Bear heard all that Hen Turkey Talk and was Lumbering  Closer for a Look. And North Jersey and Black Bears go together! I have since called up 2 Black Bears while Turkey Hunting.
  Now a few years back,I was in this very same area and killed a Jake. Most Hunters would never go back. I am a - Front Ranks type of Dude though. Back through the centuries going back to ancient Greece- The Cowards were placed in the middle Ranks . Read the Iliad.
   So ,I figure a Big Black Bear was getting close or Bigfoot was taking a rare Daytime excursion  through the The Thick Woods.

Quote from: MK M GOBL on March 16, 2022, 10:24:36 PM
We drive by this place on my U.P. MI hunts, well I can't even explain this and even just typing this out gives me the chills. I stopped the truck and took this picture of this old, abandoned farmhouse. Nobody has ever been there in the 30+ years...

You be the judge CAF


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Resembles Loretta Lynn's old home place in Kentucky.  They have the same set-up. 

Creepiest thing I've ever ran across is the hunting public guys. 

That long haired dude is real strange.

I haven't had anything happen, or seen anything, that would match some of the stuff above, but the stories of "critter encounters" did remind me of an incident many years ago.  I was hunting mule deer in one of our desert mountain ranges and was walking along a relatively open hillside covered with assorted knee to waist-high brush.  I was slipping along, scanning for deer on the open hillsides, when two mountain lions sprang up out of the brush about ten feet in front of me. 

Now, they didn't want anything to do with me, and high-tailed it down the slope into a shallow draw below me and disappeared. I watched for them to reappear on the other side of the draw, and when they didn't come out, I decided I would walk down to see where they had gone.  I slipped into the draw below where they had gone out of sight and started walking up the bottom, mostly just curious as to how they had managed to vanish without me seeing them again.  Note: I was well-armed with my deer rifle and was not concerned that they might come after me.

As I moved up the draw, I noticed a small, cave-like depression in the side with some overhanging brush maybe ten yards in front of me, and there were the two lions hunkering down in the depression staring back at me.  They were both fully grown lions, but I could tell by looking at them that they were youngsters.  Anyway, we just stared at each other for a few moments and I decided I better leave them alone, so I turned to walk back down the draw. 

I took a few steps away, going around a slight bend in the draw, and there was momma lion coming up the draw towards me about ten yards away.  We saw each other about the same instant and she immediately turned and bounded out of sight.  To this day, that is probably the coolest experience I have ever had in my hunting lifetime, and I always wonder what might have happened if I had not turned to leave when I did and momma had come around the corner with me so close to her babies.  I suspect it could have gotten exciting... 

I have had one good scare in archery season and another creepy but ultimately cool experience in the turkey woods.

2015 - Hunting a public river island during the rut, I started my hike in about 2 hours before first light to get set up. I had my bow in hand and a climbing stand on my back and had about 300 yards of busting through thick cover to get towards a big stand of hardwoods that always has good sign.  I had about 15 yards of brush left to get through when all hell broke loose and deer started running past me from the direction I was heading.  I no sooner took two more steps and heard claws scratching up a tree directly in front of me, followed by an awful cry 20 foot up the tree.  In my state of confusion I stood still and was soon greeted by the jaw popping and growling of a presumably momma black bear on the ground no more than 20 yards in front of me.  Retreating a few steps to a tree, I nocked an arrow and drew my bow and waited (I had a bear tag for the season).  A few tense minutes in the pitch black went by before the cub came down and they bolted past me...I've carried my pistol every time archery hunting since then.

2021 - Hunting deep in the woods of Southern Virginia my buddy and I had roosted a gobbler the night before and snuck in tight the next morning.  We ultimately did not get a shot that morning, but he continued to roost in the vicinity for the next 2 days and stayed just out of range each time.  Getting in there in the dark each morning we never noticed it, but right behind us was a family burial plot from the mid 1800's to early 1900, probably a total of 15 head stones.  I hunted that longbeard for 5 days and never got him but have been left wondering if the Parker family of Southern VA kept him protected from me.  Really neat to see the place they picked to lay their family to rest.

Not spooky or while turkey hunting but I found a Remington 1187 in about 2" of water in the Mississippi Delta a few years ago. Couldn't make out all the serial numbers but listed it on several forums and facebook without locating the owner so I had it restored. I've never hunted with it but think it would be cool to kill a gobbler with it.

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Quote from: mountainhunter1 on March 11, 2022, 06:39:14 PM

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Quote from: mountainhunter1 on March 11, 2022, 12:56:56 PM
I have three and these are not embellished one bit. Make sure you don't skip reading the third incident because it is about as out there as it can get.

1.  The first one was in 1988, and we were deer hunting (sorry no turkey hunting) up in the mountains in a pretty remote area, and it was my father and myself and we had gotten back to the truck on the WMA gun hunt we were participating in and were headed out back to a main road. About halfway out (and it was well after dark by then), we came upon a black hearse backed up into a parking spot on the dirt road and there were folks walking all around the hearse and out in the road dressed in all black from head to foot. They all had on some type of black robes. Even had something black over their faces. Needless to say, my father who was driving put a little extra weight on the accelerator and we got on by them as fast as possible. Still can see that in my mind very vividly even to this day.

2.  About ten years ago, I was hunting the same WMA up in the mountains by myself and was up in a canyon rim and found a series of garbage bags with pieces of clothes and it sparked my curiosity and I got to looking around and found a man's wallet with driver's license, hunting license and money, etc. in it. Well of course, I could not help but think that I had found a murder scene where someone had dumped a dead body in garbage bags and coyotes or something had found the site and tore things up. So I came home and contacted the game warden and gave him the wallet (no phone service up at the site where I found the wallet), and he eventually got back to me and said that the guy was alive and well and that he was very grateful that I had found his wallet so he could get his money back. The game warden also was very concerned about the man's well being before running him down, but turns out the story from the other hunter was that he was tracking a deer and had lost his wallet and had looked and looked for it to no avail. Still wonder about the garbage bags and clothes, but maybe that being in the same place was just a coincidence as we have had some tornadoes and that stuff could have blown in from far away with high winds.

3.  I saved the best one for last and God as my witness this is the truth. About fifteen years ago, one of my good buddies who I trust with my life was hunting the same WMA, and had drove up to the very top of the mountain way before daylight (he was hunting alone that day) and had just parked his truck and gotten out to gather his stuff to walk out the ridge. Keep in mind before I finish the story that there was only one road going in and out and that he had just driven the entire length of that road and seen no one. That is a key fact to grasp about how weird this is fixing to get. But anyway, he had just parked and gotten out and was gathering his stuff when he heard someone walking up the gravel road and the sound was getting closer and closer. Needless to say, he had not seen anyone on that road on the way up the mountain, so he was very fixated on the sound as it approached. Well, out of the dark (the light from the truck cab kinda gave some ambient light as the sound got real close) appears this man who is very elderly and is dressed in dress clothes with dress shoes and what my friend said looked like a dark members only jacket came walking right by him on the road and walked right by him. My friend said hello and good morning and yet the man never did say a word but instead walked right by him and up the road and out of sight and was gone just like that. Keep in mind that this is about 4:30 in the morning and it is about 30 degrees outside and this man was not on the road anywhere when my friend drove in. Needless to say, my friend was very apprehensive to even hunt that morning, but he eventually did go onto into the woods where he intended to hunt.

NOW - this is where it really gets interesting. Without my friend saying a single word about this to another friend who was a big coon hunter,  - a few years later - this coon hunter one day told an odd story about an elderly man dressed in similar fashion who suddenly appeared on the very top of the mtn on a ridge in heavy timber well off of the road one night (very close to where my friend had the original sighting) about 3:00 a.m. and wallked by and once again the man did not say a word or answer the coon hunter - but instead just walked on by him and out of sight into the middle of the night. The coon hunter was very shaken by the sight to say the least. Think about it, what kind of deal is this where an old man is in dress clothes and is walking around in the high elevations of the mtn in the wee hours of the morning with no light or nothing and does not even speak when spoken to?? Now - here is the thing, my friend encountered a third man who saw basically the same thing about a mile down the mtn from the first two sightings and his story was very similar to the first two. I guess the next question is this - do you believe in ghosts? I would have said no, but just don't know because this is a true story and it is hard for me to believe an actual man could be hanging out like that in such an elderly state and dressed so wrong for the elements and yet be among the living. Anyway, we still talk about that often and we eventually named the man "Members only man."

Great story. You mind at least telling what state? And yes, I believe in ghosts. I've seen and heard way too many stories.

This is in North Georgia. There is so much to consider about what happened. Imagine taking an elderly man from an assisted living place and having them go and climb around on the mtn. Maybe that example is too extreme as some elderly men are pretty active, but this area is very steep terrain, so physically this just does not seem like something an elderly person would be doing - especially in the middle of the night and the individual was just not dressed right for the low temps regardless of age. Whoever or whatever it was, it happened, but it defies human logic. My buddy did not tell about this event for several years because it bothered him and he thought folks would think he was out of it, but eventually did after the other hunter who was coon hunting told about seeing what sounded like the same man under similar if not even more bizarre conditions. After that, a third person as said earlier, saw and also described the same type event about a mile or so down the mtn from the other two sightings.

Coopers creek wma???

Several years ago I was deer hunting and had shot a buck. I was about a 1/2 mile from my Scout. I went and got the Scout and loaded the deer. This is open fields and fence rows. There was no one near me. I hopped up in the driver's seat and shut the door. Before I could get it started I glance in the mirror and  there was a very tall man walking up behind me. I looked in the driver's side mirror and realized he was getting pretty close. I could see him vividly.  He was about 6' 6" tall. He was wearing a pale yellow sweater and a tie. Dressed very nicely.  I opened the door to get out and speak to him and when I looked back he was gone. I looked  all over as there wasn't anywhere to hide but he was no where to be found. I picked up my son at the other end of the farm and we went back and searched for him but he was gone without a trace.