Let's hear some of your spooky stories that happened while you were hunting.
Mine was surviving a Sasquatch attack in Crawford County, KS. I love setting up next to creeks. I knew where the birds roosted on this property and I knew where there was a big Sycamore tree right on the creek. The opposite side of the creek was a nearly straight up ridge about 60 feet up. The birds were roosting about 100 yards down the creek up on the ridge and they loved to pitch down and make their way to the opening where the Sycamore tree was.
On this particular morning, I had made my way to the tree in the dark and it was getting close to showtime, when about 60 yards behind me I hear a huge kaplooosh splash in the water. I was a little startled, but I just figured it was a beaver splashing his tail on the water. About that time, a turkey sounded off right where he was supposed to be and I went into turkey hunter mode. I quickly dismissed the splashing until all of a sudden it happened again. This time I could hear a rock on rock noise and it hit me that there shouldn't be any beavers in this normally dry creek bed. Then all of a sudden there was a frenzy of splashing----I mean BIG splashing. My first reaction was that a hunter was up on the ridge above me throwing rocks--big rocks--into the creek to try to ruin my hunt. The turkey gobbled again.... I scanned the horizon up on the ridge for movement and saw nothing. Splash again......gobble....splash......gobble. Then it hit me, a paperback I had read as a teenager about Sasquatch abductions talked about Bigfeets throwing rocks in creeks to warn humans out of their territory. My blood went cold. Gobble...splash....gobble. I was having an inner turmoil.
Finally the splashing stopped, but so did the gobbling. The next weekend my brother came up from Louisiana for our annual Kansas/Missouri hunt. I planned on hunting the same place that the Sasquatch attack had occurred the weekend before. As we were walking in, I relayed the story to my brother. He said, "You're kidding me, right?" I was a little surprised by the reaction of my much bigger and older brother who still holds weight lifting records at the high school we both attended. I had received more than one mauling from him and I knew better than anyone alive what his physical capabilities were. It was slightly rewarding to me to see him so visibly shaken by the thought of Sasquatches on the loose.
We made our way to the setup on the opposite side of the field from where I had set up the weekend before. We set up with our backs to one another Forrest and Bubba style. About 10 minutes into our wait for daylight, I catch some movement coming my way. I can tell it is moving along the cow trail that my legs are straddling. I tell my brother I see something coming towards us. Before he can respond, I make out the white stripes along the back of the SKUNK at about 6 steps. I jumped, kinda startled and said "get outta here" to the skunk. My brother, thinking the admonition was for him, tore down two saplings in front of him trying to get outta there before I could catch him and tell him it was just a skunk.
I couldn't breathe I was laughing so hard. He was a tad bit on the jumpy side the rest of the weekend.
Later I told one of my hunting buddies that hunted the same place and he started laughing and told me the same thing had happened to him on that creek. He thought someone was throwing rocks in the creek also and he got up to investigate. He had made it about 40 yards up the creek and spotted a doe standing in the creek stamping her feet on the rocks.
If he hadn't told me that, I would still think it had been a Sasquatch.
True Story. :goofball:
I do not have a spooky experience as much as I have a spooky place where I used to hunt. My step dad and I loved to hunt a ridge line that to access it you had to park at a old country family cemetery, and I mean out in the middle of nowhere. I was about 12-13 when he started letting me go off on my own direction. We would park at that cemetery, he would go one way and I would go the other and would meet back up when it was dark. I hated walking by that place late in the afternoon. Never failed that my heart rate would pick up and my eyes were set like a flint towards that cemetery yard. Not only was that creepy, but coyotes loved that area too and you could here them hunting in groups, yipping and cruising for rabbits. If someone had wanted to scare the life out of me all they had to do was dive off in the bushes and wait on me to come by :emoticon-cartoon-012:
This involves the same type of thing. I sleep in my SUV, so no one can beat me to a spot, and I had scouted a spot in Kansas I liked, but it was in the middle of nowhere in a pretty spooky area with a one lane dirt road winding down to a dead end along a river. I get up at 3:30, and get ready for a long walk. The skeeters are bad, so I got my mask pulled up to my eyes, and carrying my shotgun I walk out of the brush where I had backed my SUV into, just as a pickup came down the road. Thinking hunters I walk towards the pickup to see where they planned on walking in. Man, as soon as their headlights hit me, they slammed down on the accelerator, and go flying by me almost out of control, and disappear in a cloud of dust. I'm like standing there trying to figure what that was all about, when it dawned on me that I had just scared the crap out of a couple of guys with coming out of the brush in full leafy wear including a mask, and carrying a shotgun. ;D Later I found out people were catfishing at night on the river, and there was even a place to launch a boat at the end of the road.
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At least 15 years ago I was still quite new to turkey hunting and hunting alone. At that time our turkey population was REALLY good and the turkeys gobbled EARLY, sometimes an hour before sunrise. I was standing at the edge of a bluff on the side of a mountain in a spot I could hear turkeys for a long distance. Two turkeys started gobbling a little over half way down the mountain and it was still dark enough you needed a flashlight to make your way through the woods. These two turkeys were losing their minds seemingly gobbling every breath. This was Monday morning opening day of turkey season and I had been in the woods nearly every morning since January listening to turkeys gobble, keeping a journal of where I heard them and noting which direction they went after flydown. As that tends to do to an inexperienced hunter I was way past being on edge waiting for opening day! Being the level-headed hunter I strive to be, I made a conscious decision to wait ten or fifteen minutes for some daylight and maybe I would hear one closer. This lasted about 30 seconds. Those jokers were tearing the bone out and I couldn't take it. I grabbed my vest and gun and started trying to figure out how to get off the bluff and on my way down the mountain to shut up one of these loud mouths!! I found a spot where the initial drop-off was a little over head high with a tree a couple feet off the edge I could use to help aid in the initial descent. When I finally had my plan and was committed it would require both hands for the climb off of the ledge so I put the flashlight in my pocket and let my eyes adjust to the light for a few seconds. This means until them jokers gobbled again. So I get slid off the edge past my butt where I am hanging by my elbows and seat cushion on my vest and reaching out with my feet trying to wrap around the tree and shimmy down to the ground when it all went down. Up until this point I had no idea there was a buzzard roosted on a branch right up under the ledge just a few feet from me. The buzzard finally became too uncomfortable being that close to me and let out an unrecognizable screech as it launched out from under the ledge and flew off to put some distance between us. I don't consider myself to be afraid of much of anything I can identify and know is around, but I do have a little bit of jumpiness when surprised and the unknown does make my hearbeat increase slightly. In other words, I let out an unrecognizable screech and had some sort of spasm trying to distance myself from the area the buzzard had vacated. I am not sure if I thought it was a panther or what, but my reaction was quick as a cat but I certainly did not land on my feet. I found that ground I was trying to reach and also learned it was far from level and more rocks than dirt. I tumbled, stumbled, rumbled, and crumbled several feet down the slope before coming to a stop in the fetal position and started trying to decipher what just happened. I was still trying to get my wits about me and convince myself it was just a buzzard when I realized the turkeys were still gobbling their heads off and that terror was over. On a side note, those turkeys shut up about 30 minutes later. I sat down and wondered what the heck happened?????? When I stood up about an hour later after not hearing anything, the two gobblers flew out of a tree less than 20 yards from me, but that's another topic.....lol
I don't consider myself a spooky person. For example, when I was a kid, we lived next to a large cemetery and we had no compunction at all to headlight rabbits amongst the grave stones after dark. My dad was a fearless type of individual and he would not accept any less from his boys. He subjected my brother & I to some scary situations that today I would never subject my son to. I could expound at length on this topic but for purposes of this venue I will limit it to one example.
Dad was a avid coon hunter and loved his Plott hounds. One night when my brother and I were 11 & 12 respectively, we were coon hunting on a September night in the Pearl River swamps, Copiah County MS. Around midnight, the dogs had swum the river and treed a coon on the opposite side. We had good tree dogs and good tree dogs won't leave the tree. The nearest bridge was miles away. So, without too much discusson, my dad had us strip off our clothes and swim the 50 yards across the river, leash up the dogs and swim back with them. I believe if my mother had ever discovered this caper she would have divorced my dad. This was a potentially dangerous and quite spooky event, especially for a pre-teen kid--but looking back==it was these types of events that helped to shape the man I am today.
I didn't intend to belabor my response to the initial poster's request for stories that had an alarming affect on us, but I thought it might help put the following tale in proper context.
In 2007, I was turkey hunting in Marshall County MS. It was a remote track of land about 3/4'ths a mile off the road. To reach the property , you have to gain access to two locked gates. I was on this piece of property early in the season when the temps were still on the "airish" side. The weather was not perfect for turkey hunting and he gobblers seemed to agree----it was after 9:00 AM before I heard my first gobble--it was a distant, weak gobble, but a bona fide gobble just the same. That lone pathetic gobble was all it took to renew by spirits and off I went in that direction. I got close enough to work this bird a bit, but I could tell he had some hens with him so despite my best efforts in luring him within shotgun range, he drifted off to the south. I backed away from my position with a plan to make a semi circle and get in front of this bird.
I did go far until I came upon a very steep sided, sandy botton creek with a 1/2 inch of clear water trickling in the bottom. I decided this would be the perfect travel route for me, I would be hidden by the tall banks and walk quietly on the soft sand. I had not gone up the little creek but very short ways when I saw something that literally stopped me in my tracks with amazement and gave me more that a touch of a spooky feeling. It was that kind of feeling that makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck like a mad dog. What I saw was a bare adult human foot print in the sand. It had crisp edges to it and I could tell it was fresh. Keep in mind it was cool, I was way deep in the middle of brier infested country and to my knowledge--there was not a house for miles. I rationalized that who ever owned this print was very tough or very crazy with a good possibility of being both. I was a bit surprised to find myself "spooked" at this situation and had absolutely no interst in proceeding any further up this creek. I deliberately turned around and eased myself out of there. For me on this day, it wasn't so much what I saw that gave me a chill, it was the imaginary image of what I didn't see that gave me the "willies" and caused me to leave a gobbling bird.
Great stuff catdaddy, I was hoping you would chime in.
Don't recall if it was turkey or deer season.My wife and I had a 16 ft .travel trailer on 10 acres we owned. It was back in the woods and fairly private. If you know anything about trailers they have the screen door on the inside and the heavy steel door on the outside. Just opposite of your house. Anyway I had finished cooking supper and decided to take the scraps and grease and such and toss it in the bushes about 20 feet away. Later on after dark I needed to water the bushes so I headed out the door.As I pushed open the two doors my feet hit the ground at the same time I slammed the doors shut behind me. Don't know if it was coyotes or bears but something tore the woods up in the direction of the grease I had thrown out.My hand was still on the door knob as it had just shut. I spun around in fear of my life ,focusing on the terror in the woods,and slammed into the steel outer door.Bounced back yanked the door opened and proceeded to collide with the screen door. Jerked it open and literally dove inside. The look on my wife's face was priceless as she hollered what the h^&l. Those doors still wear the dents from my knees.
I really don't have a story of my own, but thank you guys for sharing yours. This is good stuff.
Between these stories and snakes, I'm too chicken to hunt turkeys, now. :z-dizzy:
Man those are some great stories!! LOL! I dont really have any spooky spooky stories like those but i do have one that scared me and my buddy and was really funny at the same time.
A few years back me and my buddy went up to one of my farms to turkey hunt and we got there early and got all our stuff ready and waited for it to start breaking day to walk across this big field and up the mountain side. As we are standing there its breaking day and we can see what looks like dogs or coyotes running around in the far part of the field, but we couldnt quite make them out to see what it was, then they disappeared. So we walk through the yard at the camp and over to the gate to start going across the field. We open the gate and my buddy goes through and I go through, im standing there getting ready to close the gate and my buddy walked ahead to where the hill drops over to the field, then hear he comes back peddling back at me with his gun pointed ahead of him yelling "ITS COYOTES, ITS COYOTES!!!" We put our guns up about to unload on them and they get up to us where we could see and it was a pack of dogs, a couple boxers and other different dogs. They saw us and i hollered at them and they tucked tail and took off as fast as they could across the field never to be seen again. I wish i could have taken a picture of my buddies face, he looked like he had seen a ghost and he was about to pass out!! LOL!! I will never forget that as long as I live, he was so scared and so embarrassed but we talk about that still all the time and every time i think of it i bust a gut laughing!!
Too funny!!! Thats what its all about. Not really spooky, but it did give us a good scare that morning. Im pretty sure if i remember right we went on to kill a great gobbler that morning. Great memories, keep em coming guys.
A few close calls with snakes, but other than that nothing to mention. Tons of old cemeteries where I hunt. Nothing spooky though
I hunted a spot in OK called The Cemetery. Guide said it was rumored to be haunted.
I heard a couple weird sounds but the wind was blowing about 40mph so that's what I heard...I guess. ;)
I killed a nice tom there. :icon_thumright:
I also killed a tom in TN at a place they called The Cemetery. One grave in grove of trees in the middle of a big pasture. Come to think of it, I have good luck at cemeteries! :funnyturkey:
this past spring was camping in the forest the first few days of the season and getting out of your tent one morning and look over towards the canopy and there is cash, seeing that in the dark with a latern barely on scarrrrrry.
scott
I was set up in a good spot covered with turkey sign in central FL one time.
I had been there a while, calling blind, when I suddenly heard a deep, gutteral growl. :o
I was up on my knees with my 12 gauge pointed at the sound without even realizing I'd done it.
I heard it again. Long, low and deep. The only thing I'd ever heard like that was an African lion a the zoo one time when he was mad a another lion. :help:
I realized pretty fast I wasn't at the top of the food chain in the area and 2 1/4 oz of hevi shot wasn't enough for whatever made that growling sound!
I booked out fast. :emoticon-cartoon-012:
A local told me it was likely a large hog in the cypress hammock. I don't know for sure, I suspect he was right, but I left then and I'd do it again if I hear that sound!
One scary moment I had occured a few years back on a turkey hunt with my son Harrison.
We were headed out to a spot where I had had a successful harvest the year before. It was early in the morning with a bright full moon.
About halfway across the field, coyotes started howling. I have never in all my years of walking in the pre-dawn woods heard so many. They were literally all around us, howling and baying at the moon. I look back, and Harrison's eyes were as big as quarters, and I have to admit, for the first time I was afraid. Not for me, but for my son. I actually clicked the red dot on on my shotgun, and had him stay right where I could see him. I figured between my headlight and the moon, I could fill at least one dog with birdshot if need be.
We got into our spot, and never encountered a song dog all morning. Interestingly enough, it didn't keep the turkeys from gobbling.
Plenty of encounters with coyotes that make you uneasy at the time.
When I was younger, my dad and I would fish our pond in Orangeburg Country, SC a lot. The pond had been there for 50 years when my great-grandfather and his friends built it. They had always told a story about stopping to give a fella a ride on the road outside the gate, and when they got out the car, the guy had just vanished. It shook them up, but everyone thought it was a bunch of bunk.
This particular morning was probably in January, cold and windless, and I was around 12 years old.
Being December, all of the leaves had hit the ground, so we had good visibility up around the banks and into the woods. We had been fishing for an hour or so, and I noticed my dad kept looking up into the woods and was taking a good bit of time between cast when he was looking. He whispered and asked me if I saw "that" back up in the trees. I figured he was trying to get me looking hard so he could rock the boat, holler loud, and try and spook me.
I just told him I didn't see anything and kept casting. He intentionally (at least it looked like it) casted his plastic lizard up into a tree, pulled the boat up to the bank, and stood up. Him standing up had me on edge since he always preached that I couldn't stand up in the little 12' jon boat, especially by myself.
He got his line free, and motored out from the bank, never taking his eyes off a spot back in the woods. Without talking louder than a whisper, he told me to look back in trees, 100 yards or so. Finally I saw it. It looked like a person standing half behind a tree, looking at us.
Now there wasn't a whisper of wind, and without a doubt, that "person" was swaying, a little unsteady on "his" feet. We just sat there quiet, watching. It eased behind that tree, and that was all we saw of it. We sat there waiting to see the trespasser (no reason for there to be one after deer season and pretty poor fishing weather) or deer or whatever walk off, but the woods kept deadly silent and still.
We fished for a little while more and rode to where we saw that thing. No leaves overturned, no tracks in the dirt road (7/10 of a mile from the locked gate to that spot), no car tracks on the road outside the gate, nothing.
I don't know what that was, but it still gives me chills typing this up.
My story isn't a turkey hunting story, but it was spooky...
First day of deer season in Pa. I had scouted out a spot far down an abandoned logging road. The road curved around the side of the mountain as it descended toward the bottom and a creek that I would set up along. There were fallen trees and rocky areas that required my attention on the descent in the darkness.
As I was making my way I heard what sounded like a faint "woof"
Knowing that bears could still be circulating and the idea that the coyote population was booming, I stopped and listened intently. Being a dark morning and not being able to see more than a few feet, I waited for the rushing of feet in the leaves.
I HEARD IT AGAIN! This time slightly louder!
I unshouldered my rifle ,jacked a shell into the chamber, thinking I'd at least be able to get one shot off before the attack...
Suddenly I heard it... the sound of a mans voice... "easy..."
That's when I realized that some hapless fella' had decided to stop for his morning constitutional, right in the middle of the trail...The "woofing"...well you can guess
I'm not sure who was more shook up!
I just passed by and offered my apologies...Thankfully it was too dark to get a good visual :^)
A couple of years ago my hunting buddy and I decided to camp out for a couple of nights in the national forest on the opening weekend of turkey season. We spent the night in one area that had a horse camp. The next morning we got to the place we had scouted the previous day and found 2 vehicles already parked there before daylight. Grrr. We did some more scouting and found even more sign on a gated road with no sign of human entry. We moved our camp and set up the tent right in front of the gate, about 20 yards off the main road. We used the nearby creek to bathe and freshen up before bedtime. We stayed up late talking around a campfire and eating roasted peanuts. All was good in the woods.
That night a thunderstorm of epic proportions rolled in. Laying on a cot in that tent, I had never heard thunder so loud or experienced lightning so bright. Even my buddy, who's a good guy, but doesn't claim to pray much, commented the next morning that he made a point to pray that he was ready to go if it came to that. I don't know that I have ever experienced that kind of intensity in a thunderstorm.
The next morning as I was walking down the forestry road to where I planned to hunt (still dark out) I noticed something light colored on the road that wasn't there the day before. As I got closer, I noticed a light colored place on a nearby tree. Lightning had hit a tree within 150 yards of our tent and blew bark across the forestry road.
Several years before my accident a friend and I decided to hunt the National Forest on the last day of turkey season. We chose a spot where I had bear hunted the fall before, it had a good walking trail that went thru hundreds of acres of big woods. We walked and listened and walked and listened, nothing. As we neared the end of the trail, a mile or more from the truck, we decide to just sit for a while and see if we could hear one gobble. I sat straddling and old dead log. We sat there for 1/2 an hour or so without hearing a peep. Deciding that was long enuff we stood up to continue on, in doing so I looked under the log I had been setting on and there was a rattlesnake coiled up. It was then that I realized that my feet had been just inches away from him the whole time, that's when my legs got a little weak.
I would have probably wet myself a little.
It was a cold dark night right on the edge of hell......
OK, it was an out of state hunting trip to South Carolina, and I was far from the camp house. I was dropped off by truck at mid-day, and I told them that I would hunt until dark. I put out some Tink's 69 before I climbed into the shooting house, partly because this had been a very slow trip with very few deer sightings by anyone in our hunting party. At least the trip didn't cost much.
About 10 minutes before black dark, I got down out of the shooting house and started walking in the direction I expected they would approach from when they came to pick me up. I got a couple hundred yards down the trail, and I heard something rustling the leaves. I stopped. My flashlight couldn't illuminate the source of the noise in the brush. I had a bolt action rifle with a large scope as low as it could be mounted, and a fairly weak flashlight. (LED flashlights weren't out yet.)
I hear the noise again. I can't see the source. It moves. I still can't see it. Now it's getting really dark. The source of the noise is circling me. I can't see it. I hear it over here. Then I hear it over there. I'm turning around in circles, thinking that I must have gotten some of the Tink's 69 on my hands or shoes. The guy who hosted us at this camp had said that they had a lot of coyotes on their property.
The source of the noise is getting closer. It's still circling me. I try to remain in a position facing the noise. It occurs to me that there may be more than one. Still getting closer. Still circling. Where's that dang truck?, I wondered. Still closer. Still circling. I would have shot whatever it was, but I couldn't see it. It stayed just outside of my flashlight's reach. Still circling.
In desperation I did the only thing I could think of........I started loudly singing Victory in Jesus, right at the chorus, "Victory in Jesus, my Saviour Forever!!!".
#1. I thought that doing so might keep me from being misidentified by any potential predators.
#2. I was ready for Jesus to show up.
Just then I saw the headlights of the truck.
As you can see this is my first post. As I read some of the stories, I couldn't help but laugh at my story from years ago. My brothers and dad still laugh about it.....As youngsters, my dad always carried us deer hunting on a dog hunting club on a nearby river. old bottomland woods if you will....Anyways, I had finally reached the age of being able to sit by myself. My dad and brothers dropped me off and continued on to the next stands. Well, we all know how creative a young boys mind can get, especially in the woods when alone. As it turns out, it wasn't long before i saw IT. And man was it big. I kept telling myself it wasn't real but again, creativity was kicking in. So I sat for the rest of the morning with one eye watching IT. although enormous, IT was very patient as it never moved the whole time i sat there. Near lunch time, my dad and brothers come by and pick me up and we walk out. I relay the mornings events and my brothers begin laughing and picking on me. Dad even chuckles a little bit. Much to my dismay, they don't believe my story, despite my detailed account. I still hear about it today.....
I don't care what they believe, dadgummit, i know what i saw, and it was a Man Eating Rabbit. rumor has it he still lurks in those woods. you know what, that could have been the crash i heard this year that ran off the ole TOM that was coming to me.......
I've had a few things scare me when I'm hunting, but the only thing I can recall as actually being "spooky" was once while turkey hunting here in MO some 30 years ago. I was on public land and had heard a bird gobble in the vicinity. I was sitting, calling occasionally, as best as I can remember. A friend of mine, Paul, had discussed going that morning, but was a no-show. I was sitting, listening intently, when I swear I heard someone say my name. It didn't scare me at all, because I immediately thought it was probably Paul, who had simply arrived late, and saw me sitting by the tree. When I spoke to him, no one was there, anywhere!
Now, years later, I think I probably dozed off into that place between being awake and sleeping, and thought someone had spoken my name, but I'm still not sure. Neill
I'm going to post a story that I read many years ago in some outdoor magazine. I apologize to the original author, whoever he may be. If I remember correctly, it was in a "letter to the editor" section, or something similar.
The author said he was hunting from a tree stand along the edge of a large field late one evening. Several does moved out into the open and were feeding. He was after a buck, so just sat there and watched them. Suddenly, the does all alerted on something at the far end of the field. He couldn't see anything, but all the does kept watching intently.
Then, as if something was walking down the center of the open field, all the deer watched, moving their heads in unison, as the unseen object of their attention went past them, until they eventually went back to feeding.
That story still gives me the willies. Neill
A few years ago we had a place in SW Texas and my Brother in Law had came out there with me turkey hunting for the first time (first time in TX - , not first time turkey hunting -he's from Bama) and I dropped him off on a spot we'd roosted some birds. It was unusually cold and wet for that area and time of year and he'd borrowed every spare piece of hunting clothing he could find. He looked like a camoflauge Michelin Man he was so bundled up. Anyhow, I drop him off WAY too early because I had to get a good ways to walk/ set up in another spot. I had just got to my listening spot and almost immidiately I hear 3 shots right together BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! and then nothing... This area isnt real populated and we had about 2600 acres to ourselves so I knew it had to be him and it was way to early to be shooting light and he isnt the kind of inexperienced hunter to just go blasting around in the dark like that. I immidiately assume the worst and head back his way. I'd probably walked a good 10-15 min and then got to the truck to drive back up to the area he was in. It was still fairly early and I could hear birds in the distance when I got to the area so instead of driving right out on top of the area, I decided to park with as minimal disturbance as possible, just in case he was still planning on hunting etc. So I ease up out there and it's just enough light at this point that he could see my outline and I hear him start sort of shouting "HEY! HEY! GO ON NOW GET OUTTA HERE!!!.....SHU SHU!!!" ..... When he started "shu'ing" me, I realized he didnt know what I was and he must have thought I was some kind of animal he was trying to alert of his presence.... I thought about playing along and trying to scare him further but I realized he'd manage to find the only climbable size tree out in west Tx and he was ALL the way up it!!!
I told him it was just me and then had to ask what the hell had happened. He came down out of that tree and said that right after I'd left, he could see a couple dark shapes run out in to the field beside him and start walking his way. He said he couldnt make out what they were and had almost talked himself into them being turkey.....well he didnt know it at the time but he'd just seen his first javalina's! He said they kept getting closer and closer to him and then when he tried to shuffle around and move to let them know he was there, they started chomping their teeth at him and one of them grunted and started acting like he was going to charge so he shot 3 times, dropped the gun, and climbed the tree!!! said he wasnt planning on coming back out of the tree till I showed up with more ammo! Hilarious to hear him tell it.
Wheres the story of the fella where him and his brother were abducted by Indians?
My father in law told a story that sends chills up my spine every time I think about it.
He and his brothers own some old family land that is sectioned off for each brother. They used to live there years ago, but now the old house spot is grown over, the house is fallen down, and there is a long winding road that bi-sects the property. He told me a story of one time, late one evening he was walking down that road to feel the presence of like something was following him. He looked behind him and there was a red colored orbe/ball that was hovering following him. He looked hard to make sure it wasn't a flashlight and could tell that it wasn't. He got the willies and headed on out of there :alien:
I heard another guy on this forum talk about a orbe or light following them........
There are some good stories that will keep you out of the woods.
Well my spooky story literally just happened. I was engrossed in Hooksfans sasquatch story and didn't hear my wife open the door to my man cave. All I heard was "G'night" and I just about wet myself and bolted out of my lazy boy
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Quote from: hootn on August 01, 2012, 11:00:50 PM
this past spring was camping in the forest the first few days of the season and getting out of your tent one morning and look over towards the canopy and there is cash, seeing that in the dark with a latern barely on scarrrrrry.
scott
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Quote from: CASH on August 10, 2012, 10:36:16 PM
Well my spooky story literally just happened. I was engrossed in Hooksfans sasquatch story and didn't hear my wife open the door to my man cave. All I heard was "G'night" and I just about wet myself and bolted out of my lazy boy
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We were not turkey hunting but once me dad and my cousin were hunting up on Choccolocco wma here in AL we got there alittle early about 3 hours before daylight so we just parked and waited for daylight my cousin started seeing lights going on and off in the woods at first we just said it was a flashlight but they just moved funny like they were dancing in the woods they would come close to the road then go back in to were you could barely see them well we all agreed to drive down past them and go in the other side after the hunt on way out we stoped to look at area were we had seen the lights it was just cleared pines .
Man, I really didn't want to get into this because the story is to long & most people won't believe it anyway. After coming home from working in Alaska for several years, I rejoined an old deer camp I had been a member of in the past. Every year the members are assigned stand that they are responsible for to keep maintained for the coming season. The camp was about 20 miles south of Pine Bluff Ark, my brother & I lived in Greenbrier Ark a distance of about 100 miles, which made it impossible to run down in the eve's. So we decided to go down on a Fri eve & spin the night & get up early and squirrel hunt before repairing stands. We had both just bought ourself's new three wheelers ( no four wheelers made then). The club house was an old school house that had been cut in half & moved it place & set up on blocks with a space of about 12 feet left in between & closed in for the kitchen. The main entrance was there at the kitchen with double doors. The door knobs were removed & we had a big log chain running through the holes where the knobs had been & a lock on the chain. That first night, we decided to go to town to eat, before we left, we put our new three wheelers behind the out house so they couldn't be seen from the county road. After we got back we stoked up the wood stove & went to bed. Before we went to bed, my brother went over to put the chain through the door, I said, What are you doing? he said, I'm locking this door, I said, no your not, What if one of the members comes down, they will rib us for having the door locked. He said, well I'm not going to lock it, I'll just put the chain on & hang the lock on it. ( boy am I glad he did) The bedroom was about 30x40ft, kitchen in between & then the dining room about 30x40ft, double doors in front, single door in back & then, on the far end was a porch with our meat saw & extra fire wood & one single door there.
My brother was on one side of the room & I was on the other. We had probably been in bed about one hour, me thinking my brother was asleep & him thinking I was. Then we heard it, something was pulling very slowly on the chain. You could hear every length of that chain going through those knob holes. Then it reached the lock & stopped. We both heard it, but we also though the other was asleep. Then this thing started around the building, first passing the side my brother was on, then on my side, we could hear it as it moved about & it had the most guttural growl I had ever heard. About that time, my brother whispered loudly ROBERT!, I said WHAT! He said something's trying to get in here, I said I know it. he comes running over to my side & said man I'm glad you were awake to hear it too. Understand, no one in there right mine would tried to scare us, knowing we surely had guns in there with us & smoke coming out of the chimney. We could tell what ever it was, was walking on two legs & now it was trying to get in the back door. Guy's I'm only half done with this story, if that. I hate to type, will it be alright if I finish this tomorrow?
NO, you aren't finishing it tomorrow. ;D
I have too, I'm 72 years old & can't type worth a crap, that took me about two hours.
Talk about a cliffhanger.......I'll check back in tommorrow Crawdad.
My story took place in PA during spring gobbler season when I was 13. I had just got permission to hunt this farmers land down the road from my grandmothers and was used to hearing stories from my grandpa and his friends about having mountain lions in the area. Some people say that they are not in PA & NY but their are to many stories out there for them all to be just "stories". Anyway I had all of those stories in the back of my head that morning when I made my way across the cut in the middle of a corn field that was about 300yds long. Just hearing the corn rustling and thinking that at any moment something was going to jump out of the corn and grab me was spooky enough but I managed to stay on task and made it to the woods and up on the ridge. Turkeys started to gobble about 60yds on the opposite ridge just like the farmer had told me they would. I let all the fear leave me after hearing this and knowing that daylight was on the horizon. At about 7:30 I had been calling to this one gobbler since he flew out of the roost and had him coming in and was ready for him to come into view when all the sudden he just shut up. I went silent thinking he would break his silence first. Wrong. At about 8:00 i hadn't heard him for about 20min when i started to hear noise behind the tree i was sitting in. I thought it was him so at first i didn't move but after hearing it continue in my direction curiosity got the best of me and I started to peek around the tree to see what it was. I about pissed my pants. Less than 20 yds to my rear and moving at an angle was the biggest cat I have ever seen. It was orange-ish color and had a huge black tip at the end of its tail. I clicked the safety off my 12gauge and started to yell at it (truth be known I was probably screaming like a school girl). I immediately fired all my shells into the dirt knowing that the farmer would be up to pick me up when he heard them. This is when I realized that if the cat came back I had only my knife for protection. When the farmer appeared I ran to the 3 wheeler and was never so happy to leave the woods. To this day I always think of this when entering the woods. Some people still think I am making it up to this day but the farmer that picked me up that day believed me and said that he has never seen a 13yr old boy shake so badly in his life. Just writing this has given me goose bumps.
After that thing tried to get in the back door, it then went all the way down to the far end of the building & as far away as we were, we could hear it come up the steps, it didn't stomp it's feet or nothing, but we could hear it as if it was something heavy. We could hear a faint sound as if it were saying Whoooop Whooop, Whooop Whooop, My brother got really scared & said, I'm going to make a break for it, I said what do you mean? He said I'm heading for the truck. I said your crazy, that thing is out there & were in here & you want to go out there where it is???? I said anything that comes in here has to come through that bedroom door & we can see it coming ( we both had our shotguns pointed at the door) Well after about another half hour of that, he couldn't take it anymore. There was an outside light, but we couldn't find the switch for it. So we go to the door & he Say's run to the truck & I'll cover you. lol. well I ran to the truck, started it, turned on the lights, he gets in & we drove around to the outhouse to load our three wheelers. I load mine pretty quick & wondered what was keeping him. got my flashlight & went around the outhouse & there he was trying to get his started. He couldn't find the shift lever, I looked down with my light & something had drove that lever completely up under the transmission. We had to get a steel pry bar to get it out far enough for him to be able to shift it. Well, we went into Pine Bluff & rented a room & came back the next morning, we found the biggest set of tracks we had ever seen & had never seen anything like, kinda like a man's track about a size 25 & a triple f. on the far end of the building & up on the deck, we found some bloody looking slimmy stuff & noticed a terrable smell. Well we spent the day fixing our stands & went home. Two day's before the season opened, we started down there to hunt. I told my brother, don't you mention a word about that or they will never let us live it down & well catch heck from now on. Well we weren't there a day before he blurted it out & man did we ever catch it from the old country boys that lived down there, you all know what I'm talking about (the old tough guys) really let us have it. Well about midway through the week, some of the tough guys from another camp which our tough guys knew came over to see if any of there dogs had been picked up by our dog drivers, just so happend we had some of there dogs. Setting around that night, our tough guys started telling the guys from the other camp, about some of there bravest hunters & told the story about us. I noticed the other guys weren't laughing, after he finished, one of the other guys said they had a problem similar & a couple of his hunters had seen this thing & one of the guys that saw it was right there with us. He said it looked to be about 7 1/2 - 8 foot tall & stood out in the wood & made a sound like Whooop Whooop. He said they began to call it the Whoooop Whoooop monster. Well you should have seen the faces of our tough guys then, they even began to be afraid to even hunt any more. Boy it sure was nice to get even. Hope you weren't let down by the ending.
Oh, i forgot to tell you, that was not the last of our encounters with that thing, they got worse, but I'm going to stop here or i'm going to have to take typing lessons.
You need to carry more than three shels. Plus I would have shot the cat and would not have had to worry with him coming back.
Quote from: tomstopper on August 15, 2012, 07:19:43 AM
My story took place in PA during spring gobbler season when I was 13. I had just got permission to hunt this farmers land down the road from my grandmothers and was used to hearing stories from my grandpa and his friends about having mountain lions in the area. Some people say that they are not in PA & NY but their are to many stories out there for them all to be just "stories". Anyway I had all of those stories in the back of my head that morning when I made my way across the cut in the middle of a corn field that was about 300yds long. Just hearing the corn rustling and thinking that at any moment something was going to jump out of the corn and grab me was spooky enough but I managed to stay on task and made it to the woods and up on the ridge. Turkeys started to gobble about 60yds on the opposite ridge just like the farmer had told me they would. I let all the fear leave me after hearing this and knowing that daylight was on the horizon. At about 7:30 I had been calling to this one gobbler since he flew out of the roost and had him coming in and was ready for him to come into view when all the sudden he just shut up. I went silent thinking he would break his silence first. Wrong. At about 8:00 i hadn't heard him for about 20min when i started to hear noise behind the tree i was sitting in. I thought it was him so at first i didn't move but after hearing it continue in my direction curiosity got the best of me and I started to peek around the tree to see what it was. I about pissed my pants. Less than 20 yds to my rear and moving at an angle was the biggest cat I have ever seen. It was orange-ish color and had a huge black tip at the end of its tail. I clicked the safety off my 12gauge and started to yell at it (truth be known I was probably screaming like a school girl). I immediately fired all my shells into the dirt knowing that the farmer would be up to pick me up when he heard them. This is when I realized that if the cat came back I had only my knife for protection. When the farmer appeared I ran to the 3 wheeler and was never so happy to leave the woods. To this day I always think of this when entering the woods. Some people still think I am making it up to this day but the farmer that picked me up that day believed me and said that he has never seen a 13yr old boy shake so badly in his life. Just writing this has given me goose bumps.
Great story Crawdad. Thanks for sharing it.
Great scary story.
Quote from: Crawdad on August 15, 2012, 06:09:19 PM
Oh, i forgot to tell you, that was not the last of our encounters with that thing, they got worse, but I'm going to stop here or i'm going to have to take typing lessons.
Quote from: ncturkey on August 15, 2012, 06:50:12 PM
Great scary story.Quote from: Crawdad on August 15, 2012, 06:09:19 PM
Oh, i forgot to tell you, that was not the last of our encounters with that thing, they got worse, but I'm going to stop here or i'm going to have to take typing lessons.
Squatch lives.
When I was in my late teens, I deer hunted a farm across the road from my house. To access the farm I had to drive down a long drieway that was close to a mile long. I parked at their house and walked a long way up a pasture in a hollow and then up thru the woods to my stand. One morning while driving in, I passed a coon dog on their driveway. I parked as usual and walked up the pasture in total darkness. As I walked up thru the woods and got about a hundred yards from my stand I could hear something walking behind me like it was following me. My heart rate and my pace toward my stand picked up as I could tell it was gaining ground on me. As I got to my stand with only my small mag light, I got to about the third step up thr stand when it made it to the bottom of my tree. Of course it was that #&@# dog, but I hadn't given it any thought that's what it might be. I would be lying if I didn't say I was scared to death. I couldn't get up that tree fast enough, it was a black and tan coon dog but all I could tell was that it was black at less than ten yards when I finally seen it. Not a good day in the deer wood with only a bow.
Had another day bow hunting when 3 wild dogs got real aggressive in the daylight with only a bow to fend them off. Another high heart rate day, but made it out ok.
Could be the reason I hate dogs today.
strutnva, I had a somewhat similar experience one evening. I was getting off the deer stand and a pack of 'yotes was yipping, howling and cutting up something fierce that evening. They sounded REAL close too.
I got to my 4 wheeler and cranked it up, certain that sound would deter them from coming my direction.
It was full dark now, and I was riding along in 3rd gear or so, having put a half mile between me and the 'yotes when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Something was running right on my back tire! COYOTE!!!! :o :o :o :o
I did a dang wheelie on that 4 wheeler I tell you. When I was confident that I had hit a hundred mph or so (on a Yamaha 250 :laugh:) I turned to look back and laugh at the creature I had left in the dust.
Rut Roh, he's still with me!!! :o
Concerned he may bite my face off, I courageously turned around, hoping to be able to identify the man eater should I happen to survive the impending mauling I was certain to receive. :character0029:
Even on my adrenaline filled, heart pumping ride, I realized it was....a dog from a nearby farm. :z-dizzy:
Guess he was afraid of the coyotes too, he was flying right along with me to get the heck out of Dodge! :TooFunny:
I loaded him in the back of the truck and dropped him off in front of the house I figured he belonged to. He didn't waste much time heading under the front porch either. :D
Quote from: Crawdad on August 15, 2012, 06:09:19 PM
Oh, i forgot to tell you, that was not the last of our encounters with that thing, they got worse, but I'm going to stop here or i'm going to have to take typing lessons.
Man, you had better tell the rest of the story, or I'm really going to be ticked! :) I don't believe you mentioned what year this was? Just curious. Neill
Okay, I know this isn't technically on topic, but I just have to share it. I regularly turkey hunt on a military reservation in the South. I am pretty good friends with one of the game wardens. A couple of years ago, as he was patrolling during the night, he said a man crossed the road in front of him wearing a WWII uniform. The warden immediately stopped and called out to the man and searched for him with a flashlight, but found no sign of anyone. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
Quote from: ncturkey on August 15, 2012, 06:45:08 PM
You need to carry more than three shels. Plus I would have shot the cat and would not have had to worry with him coming back.Quote from: tomstopper on August 15, 2012, 07:19:43 AM
My story took place in PA during spring gobbler season when I was 13. I had just got permission to hunt this farmers land down the road from my grandmothers and was used to hearing stories from my grandpa and his friends about having mountain lions in the area. Some people say that they are not in PA & NY but their are to many stories out there for them all to be just "stories". Anyway I had all of those stories in the back of my head that morning when I made my way across the cut in the middle of a corn field that was about 300yds long. Just hearing the corn rustling and thinking that at any moment something was going to jump out of the corn and grab me was spooky enough but I managed to stay on task and made it to the woods and up on the ridge. Turkeys started to gobble about 60yds on the opposite ridge just like the farmer had told me they would. I let all the fear leave me after hearing this and knowing that daylight was on the horizon. At about 7:30 I had been calling to this one gobbler since he flew out of the roost and had him coming in and was ready for him to come into view when all the sudden he just shut up. I went silent thinking he would break his silence first. Wrong. At about 8:00 i hadn't heard him for about 20min when i started to hear noise behind the tree i was sitting in. I thought it was him so at first i didn't move but after hearing it continue in my direction curiosity got the best of me and I started to peek around the tree to see what it was. I about pissed my pants. Less than 20 yds to my rear and moving at an angle was the biggest cat I have ever seen. It was orange-ish color and had a huge black tip at the end of its tail. I clicked the safety off my 12gauge and started to yell at it (truth be known I was probably screaming like a school girl). I immediately fired all my shells into the dirt knowing that the farmer would be up to pick me up when he heard them. This is when I realized that if the cat came back I had only my knife for protection. When the farmer appeared I ran to the 3 wheeler and was never so happy to leave the woods. To this day I always think of this when entering the woods. Some people still think I am making it up to this day but the farmer that picked me up that day believed me and said that he has never seen a 13yr old boy shake so badly in his life. Just writing this has given me goose bumps.
Thanks for the advice. That experience has taught me so much. Today I carry more than three shells but even if I had them with me then I am not sure but my thinking is that shooting that cat with turkey shot would have just pissed it off and I dont want to deal with that. I would like to think that I scared it to death like it damn near did me. :TooFunny: :TooFunny:
Man, you had better tell the rest of the story, or I'm really going to be ticked! :) I don't believe you mentioned what year this was? Just curious. Neill
[/quote] Neill, I believe the year was 1982.
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Quote from: ncturkey on August 15, 2012, 06:50:12 PM
Great scary story.Quote from: Crawdad on August 15, 2012, 06:09:19 PM
Oh, i forgot to tell you, that was not the last of our encounters with that thing, they got worse, but I'm going to stop here or i'm going to have to take typing lessons.
X2..... But I would like to hear about more of these encounters please!!!
:agreed: Please....
scouted a grown over forest service road for the first time around parksville, s c one afternoon...decided to sit in a little oak grove alongside the road the next am...got to the grove in the dark and sat in a little depression while waiting for daybreak...a flat rock was hurtin' my butt so i laid it aside.... after it was good lite ,i noticed some scratching on the rock and about the same time a gobbler let loose about 100yrds away...i looked closer at the rock and it had a name and a dates etched on it....i'm sittin' on top [or in] this dudes grave and can't move....called and then sat real still waiting for the turkey....i swore i could feel movement under me....well, nothing else happened ,and when i got up, i observed many[about 8] grave size depressions in the grove w/ fallen or scattered rocks or pieces of slate w/ writing on them...
the funny part, about a year later,i told the story to a FS ranger at a FS office....he said not to tell anyone about this place because of trouble the FS must go thru to protect and maintain site like this within FS lands....
Quote from: Crawdad on August 16, 2012, 08:47:30 AM
Man, you had better tell the rest of the story, or I'm really going to be ticked! :) I don't believe you mentioned what year this was? Just curious. Neill
Neill, I believe the year was 1982.
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Well that creature couldn't have been my ex M-I-L, because I know where she was in 82, but probably the same family.
this didnt happen to me,
but many years ago at the railroad some of the old heads was telling the young guys then, about seeing some bobcats in the cut of the mountain here in birmingham. well one night on third one of the young guys was working a track near the cut an just so happens that he was thinking about the cats. well as he bends down something jumps on his back, under the coupler he goes and starts running back to the shanty at the other end of the yard over half mile away. of course he is a smoker and couldnt run far at a time. well he goes a ways stops and hears something gaining on him in the ballast. off he goes again. all the way back he slows down and hears"it" running behind him. when he hits the door to the shanty he tells everybody something is after him. the other guys go outside to see and they see ''it" ' a beagle puppy. ole gaylord took a ribbing for a long time about that.
scott
I've had more than a handful of spooky experiences. . . . a few that come to mind.
My first year hunting the South Florida swamps, I was 19 and had made the 12 hour haul alone on my college spring break. It was the 2nd morning of the season and I had walked through he!! and high water to get to a cypress head that birds were gobbling in the previous morning. I was there early and had to spend some time on a sandy bank along a buggy path in a palmetto flat. I kept hearing things move in the palmettos and for a boy unfamiliar with the likes of what all lived in the swamps I was nervous. Then the thicket came alive with crashing and the sounds of something smacking. Closer and closer it came and I was up with gun at ready. Totally forgetting about the birds I had hoped I was nearly under, I kicked the nearest palmetto and said HEY! The "thing" squealed and made a hasty exit. Now I'm used to the hogs. LoL
Two years later, South Florida again, Big Cypress NWR- several miles deep in the Glades, my buddy and I had hit the gold and were within 100 yards of a couple gobbling Osceolas in an oak hammock. The birds had entered our hammock and were closing the distance, we were trying to make them out through the staggered trees when I heard the faintest footsteps just over my shoulder. I turned my head to watch a huge panther, less than 10 yards away, sneaking through on his way to breakfast. I sat there with my mouth open not believing what I was watching. He foiled our sure thing but we never found any evidence that he was successful. We returned the next day to whack one of longbeards minus the cat interruption.
Last May I was in Arizona set up one evening over a pond where I'd been attempting to outwit the big boy in a flock of Merriams that were using the area. I had 4 hens around the pond in front of me and it was getting dusky dark. Thats when 20 yards away the most awful screaming you could ever imagine began, and continued. I was up to my knees and pointed that direction knowing I was dealing with a cat again. Sure enough, out the mountain lion came and we stood face to face checking each other out at 15 yards. It didnt seem concerned with me. So I put my gun down and took some pictures. It eventually made its way around me, continuing to scream. That raised some hairs. LoL
Quote from: Covehnter on August 18, 2012, 10:08:35 AM
Two years later, South Florida again, Big Cypress NWR- several miles deep in the Glades, my buddy and I had hit the gold and were within 100 yards of a couple gobbling Osceolas in an oak hammock. The birds had entered our hammock and were closing the distance, we were trying to make them out through the staggered trees when I heard the faintest footsteps just over my shoulder. I turned my head to watch a huge panther, less than 10 yards away, sneaking through on his way to breakfast. I sat there with my mouth open not believing what I was watching.
Last May I was in Arizona set up one evening over a pond where I'd been attempting to outwit the big boy in a flock of Merriams that were using the area. I had 4 hens around the pond in front of me and it was getting dusky dark. Thats when 20 yards away the most awful screaming you could ever imagine began, and continued. I was up to my knees and pointed that direction knowing I was dealing with a cat again. Sure enough, out the mountain lion came and we stood face to face checking each other out at 15 yards. It didnt seem concerned with me. So I put my gun down and took some pictures. It eventually made its way around me, continuing to scream. That raised some hairs. LoL
Awesome...I hope to encounter a mountain lion/panther one day in the wild..Very cool experiences!
Come on, Crawdad, I've been waiting for more than a week to hear the "rest of the story." :begging: