I was reading the interesting Mountain Man thread, and went one further- what's the weirdest thing to happen to you (or someone you know) while out bowhunting, roving, or otherwise out in the woods?
I've seen plenty of strange things, no doubt some of you have too.
On a staff training trip in the Trinity Alps Wilderness we watched lightning hit a giant cedar snag on the ridge right next to us, a mile from the nearest trail, starting a fire. Fifteen minutes later a fire spotter plane flew low over the snag. In the meantime we had cut a fire line around the fire, containing it. There were 8 of us. The plane flew over low enough to see the shock on the pilots' faces. They flew over once more even lower, tipped the wings twice and flew away. Many fires were started that day. We camped at Doe Lake. Two of us climbed the big peak that evening after the sky cleared, and standing on the summit (seeing a swirling mass of clouds/lightning around Mt. Shasta), our hair started floating and we were able to sustain a spark between his index fingertip and mine. We laughed and climbed down as fast as we could.
One of the strangest things I ever came across -- and I havent been able to find it again -- was a giant and I mean giant -- stone chair or throne...
someone went to a lot of work to build it...seat was probably four or five feet off the ground, it had arms and a back and the back had a huge arch probably six to eight feet high.
We are talking fi fo fo fum here.
And it was in the mddle of some of the thickest elk woods I have hunted but there was a small glade there.
Sitting in the stand and falling asleep. Then waking up at THAT hour when everything is perfectly still and not having a clue where I was or how to get back to the house. Was also the day I took my first buck...he was an OLD cowhorn with a sunk-in shoulder who made the mistake of walking up on me while I was taking a leake. Heard him coming, grabbed my rifle and then popped him behind the shoulder when he stepped down into the creek bottom...all while having to awkwardly stand to keep my oversized camo pants from falling to my ankles.
On a more serious note, we have extremely elusive cats here in MS. I've watched a cougar slink along the edge of a pasture, and I've seen the smokey-grey spotted cubs of a black panther. Never seen a full grown one personally, but know many people who swear they have.
Funny thing is, our great state wildlife department denies their existence (both cougars and panthers in MS), but the penalty for killing one is $10,000 minimum and a moderate prison sentence.
My story happend not in the woods, but very "nature near": I often take the dog out in the night, at 2 a.m. to 3 a.m. I walk not completely in nature, but at the periphery of our little town. 3 years ago, in an October-night I heard the "tweet" of a little bird when I left my home. I thought I waked him up. Starting my usual way I heard some more birds chirp. The longer I walked, the more birds I heard. I was a little amazed about that. My parents were on holiday and I emptied there post box in this night. As I went into there house and closed the door the noise of the birds became silent. It could not be a problem with my ears. As I went out from my parents house - the birds SCREAMED. I looked up to the roofs but I could not see one bird. Half a mile away from my home there is a crossing of two sidewalks, with a lamp and huge trees around. I had the feeling, as if a million sparrows are sitting in these trees and everyone yells as loud as it can. Perplexed I stopped, asking in the trees: Do you want something from ME? Suddenly a picture appeared in my brain from a friend: She lays in bed, could not find sleep, worrying about her possibly problematic future. I closed my eyes and talked to her: BELIVE THAT EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT! BELIVE IT, PLEASE! At once it sounds like a swarm of birds takes of, flying in the diretion of her home. The last half mile to my home I heard two little twitters...and nothing more. I swear that I didn't consume to much alcohol, drugs or pharmaceutical products this morning or the day before and I didn'd experinece something else again. To be honest: I dont want to experience something strange again. The future of my friend turned into a wonderful live, with a son, marriage, etcc. But I never told her about this night in October 2009.
When my dad had his farm back in Greene County,Pa.one morning i was on top of the ridge bowhunting out of my treestand,well about 11AM i decided it was time to head back out towards the truck and head back down to the house for lunch.Well on the walk back to the truck came across a goat that must have got lost,so i walk past this goat and the dang thing just kept following me,so i tried to shoo it off but that didn't work,so i picked up a couple of branches and tossed them towards it to scare it off,no success,just PO'd off even more.So i figured i'd just walk off and pay no attention to it but then the darn thing would come up behind me and start head butting me,finally got the thing to leave but what a fiasco that was.LOL Rich
While were at it here's another. Again same ridge as before.This happened during rifle season in the late 80's.Was coming in from the bottom of the ridge behind the house,it was a light drizzle which made it good for stalking,i was making my way up the ridge from a place we called High Point,it was my dad's favorite spot because 3 ravines funneled down towards the bottom and the deer would always use this for an escape route,well was working my way up the one ravine and seen a nice little spike buck,took the shot but the deer took off running up the ridge,so i went to the spot where it was standing,no hair,no blood and just a spot on the sapling right behind where it was standing from the bullet.I scanned the area for quite awhile looking for any clues and found none other then the bullet hole.Well after about an 1 1/2 hours and no shots fired anywhere heard someone yelling and asking if this was my deer laying up here.I looked up towards where the yelling was coming from and seen nobody,then again heard the same voice yelling again,looked and nobody,so now i was starting to think i must be going crazy so i walked up to where i heard the yelling coming from,seen nobody but just over the edge of the top was my deer.I looked for an entrance hole from my shot and found none we also looked while butchering and found none.To this day i still don't know who was yelling at me or how the deer even died.Rich
Some years back while bowhunting with the wife we came across an old family grave yard in the woods owned by a timber comapany. There were 5 grave stones, two adults and 3 children. They all died on the same day and on each headstonne was written "murdered by" and gave a man's name and date.
stump shooting yesterday I found a mint seed package stuck on the top of a stick in a remote little meadow I hunt. Half hour drive from town, and a half hour hike from the truck. Somebody was hoping to create deer/elk/bear that had good breath I guess, never heard of mint as a food plot. oz
The strangest thing I've seen were some trees along the bank Delaware River near Hancock, NY. I was 12 and it was my first time in the woods. The trees (maybe 20-30) were all stripped of bark and severely twisted. They had a creamy white coloring that was quite sickening to a 12 year old. Spooky too. I never went back there and sometimes wonder about them. I know a great deal about trees now but I don't remember too many details about them for an ID. Frank
While pig hunting in South Carolina last fall I was sneaking up this dirt road and a large black animal came out of the brush onto the road. It had a long tail and it was walking away from me. I couldn't get more than 100 yards from it and it turned to look at me and slunk back into the brush. To this day I don't know what it was.
I think the few times I saw western diamonback (male) rattlers doing their version of the Elk slapdown mating ritual was the strangest thing I have ever seen..I don't have pics but this Youtube shows it pretty well..Jim
Headed out duck hunting one morning we are going down an old dirt road that dead ends into the lake. Its pitch black and there's a couple inches of fresh powder snow on the ground. Something explodes out of the ditch next to the truck scaring us. It was an ostrich and he ran down the road in front of us in the headlights for hundred yards or so and headed off across a field.
Well..You don't really want to hear about Harry and the Hendersons..or other bigfoot-sasquatch encounters..:) I have some experiences there..but no pictures..You'd have to hunt with me to maybe experience them..)
PS: The rattlesnake encounters were from Arizona..No real snakes live in Oregon..:) Jim
I was hunting in a tree at the edge of an overgrown apple orchard. I flock of a few hundred crows came and all landed in the orchard, and started throwing the apples to the ground. With the loud crowing and so many apples hitting the ground sounded like a heard of buffalo stampeding it was deafening. I never experienced anything like that before.
Back years ago it had rained all night that morning i went to the woods way before daybreak i used to think be the first and last to be in the woods.Sitting on my tree stand 3/4 asleep 1/4 daydreaming something like a water soaked bath towel wrapes around my face, after i almost jumped from my stand i grabed my light to see what was going on i spotted a flying squiral what a way to wake up on a foggy morning
Saw a bare-footed hunter. In and of itself maybe not so strange, as the weather was warm enough for it. What I thought made it questionable, if not strange was that I had seen 2 pigmy rattlers a few hours prior.
Maybe he could slip thru the woods better that way. Me, I like boots while in the woods and swamps.
From my treestand I saw a squirrel fifteen yards away fall from a tree. He laid on the ground and didn't move for five minutes. I thought the fall killed him. Suddenly he began to roll on the ground and continued this for three or so minutes and stopped. Dead for sure, I thought. But, three more times he did the rolling thing moving downhill away from me. I lost sight of him as darkness fell and I searched for him when I did get down. He had vanished.
While on my way to a deer stand, I spotted a flock of turkeys moving down a draw parallel to my path. I decided to move with the ridge between us and see how close I could get where the ridge tapered down to the bottom of the draw. I didn't have fall turkey tags and only wanted to test my stalking ability. As I expected they spotted me at about fifteen yards away. As I remained motionless they stayed calm and continued to browse. After five minutes I wanted to get going and slowly began to move away. They watched me but did not panic and even continued to browse. I was shocked as they then began to follow me, a few at a time. I had a black outfit on and I really think that put them at ease since they continued to browse. I set up my climber and went up twenty feet and the turkeys watched me from about twenty yards away.
I once had a bat attack the broadhead on my nocked arrow and leave blood. I believe he thought the two blade profile was a moth.
I was flounder gigging by myself in a small John boat many years ago. I was so far back in the Murrels Inlet SC, marsh I wasn't entirely sure I could find my way home before daylight so I was already a little spooked.
It was a dark and moonless night when I saw a flying saucer. It came straight at me with lights twinkling as it appeared to spin round and round. At first I had doubts, as it got closer all doubt faded, I knew I was looking at a spinning saucer.
As it flew directly over my head I heard the motor. Then I saw the lights for what they were, it was a lit up sign being towed by a small aircraft advertizing some restaurant at Myrtle beach. Had that rig stayed another 100yds away I would be swearing to you I saw a real alien spacecraft.
I got out of the the car to hunt and it was pitch black. Started walking to stand and heard loud screams. I did an about face and went back to the car at a fast pace. Later I learned it was a bobcat but it's pretty freaky when it's dark and your alone
Went fishing about 20 years ago with my buddy and my brother. Got a late start as my buddy had to work until 10 pm that night. We parked and was walking up a gated road for a couple miles with each caryying a chair, poles, bait and drink. I was the only one with a light.
We were walking up this road in the dark that paralled the river on one side and the mountain side with laurel on the other. All of a sudden my brother stopped and said do you hear that?
We did, it was something 85 to 100 yards up on the mountain in the laurel rustling the leaves around. We stood there for a couple seconds and this unknown beasts just breaks and starts a full on charge down the mountain right at us. I was frantically trying to get the light on and it was closing fast. About the time I flicked the light on my brother who was closest to the noise and a mere few yards from it now panackied and pushed my buddy as to get a runny start on his departure.
Jason, came flying back and just as I was casting the light upwards towards the sound he hits me in the face with his lawn chair while flaying his arms trying to keep his balance from my noble and brave brother. He took of running as well. Well here I am and this monster is close fellas and bearing down, so I do what anyone else would do and take off down the road after my "friends" in a full on charge with nite light bouncing behind me and my hands full of gear.
We run about 200 hundred yards and stopped. We were pretty shaken up and I was mad at my busted lip and loyal brother and friend for hanging me out to be eaten alive. The problem was we had run farther from the car and we had dropped some gear along the way. The typical fighting in the ranks presumed for several minutes as our predicament became reality. We really were not sure what the remainder of the night held as we only knew there was no way we were going to walk back down that road in the dark.
So we found a spot and built a huge fire and fished/watched all night long until daylight broke. We never did find out what that was and it probably was just a deer or bear that had gotten confused or something but it was real and when I say bearing down on us it was. I guess we will never know, but we surely have never went back there fishing and it is a shame too. We caught 30+ channel cats that night in the 20-24 inch range. Good eating but not worth that.
We have a good laugh about it now but there was not one person there that wasn't bothered by it at the time. I am sure there is an explanatin for it, I just have had no intentions to go and try to find it out. Nor do I now. God BLess
I had to include this one as well. Scared the heck outta me. Explainable but pulse pounding.
About 4 years ago I was in Colorado elk hunting. The unit we were in has grazing permits the farmers buy for their sheep herds. We had been there for 3 days and found the elk at this point. So the next morning about an hour before daylight I started my ascent towards the elk up this game trail. I clipped along pretty good as the terrian wasn't that steep and I was in a hurry. I stopped about 20 minutes in and took a break to cool off. While standing there I could hear some brush breaking periodically above me at the edge of an open park about 200 yards away.
I was standing there thinking about what to do as I knew the noise was being made by elk. I got a plan together and started out another game trail that looped around the big meadow and came up on the other side of it. I hadn't went but 100 yards or so and I was really humping it now fired up about my possibilities and wanting to make sure I got to the other side well before daylight. As I was walking out the trail, it turned up pretty steep for about 50 feet going up on a little ridge.
When I topped out I almost stepped on one of the Great Persinesse dogs the sheppards use to protect the sheep. He was asleep but come aware of my prescence about the same time I did his. He sprang to life as I was jumping backwards and outta his bed he came to "introduce" himself. I was fending him off with my bow and I screamed "HEY!". Well as soon as he heard me he stopped and jumped back. Here we were standing there about 6-7 seven feet apart in the predawn, me talking to him real soft like and him being rather upset about me rousing him that way. Afte a couple seconds of deep gutural growls and me speaking real easy with him he finally wagged his tail slightly and just turned around and walked off.
It turned out that the noise I heard was the sheep because the sheppards had moved them about a mile the eveningh before unbeknownst to us. So I didn't kill an elk that morninbg and I almost lost my leg to a very big, irriated, and startled dog. You gotta respect those animals though. He was reacting naturally as I really startled him.
The ironic thing about these highly trained and noble animals is I have never been able to pet one while out there hunting as they will stand and come to you and set beside you. Always wagging their tail when you come across them and talk with them, but they just do not respond to you wanting to pet them. They just move away and set back down, always watching the brush for signs of danger. Cool animals in themselves. God Bless
Speaking of flying saucers, we were on the way to church one morning with a lot of fog. Up ahead we could see clearly a flying saucer a few hundred yards across. Battleship gray. I didn't investigate because I had borrowd my neighbors car when mine wouldn't start. After church we came to the same spot without the fog, but this time I saw the knoll of a hill. Fog plays tricks on you.
D4 - your's reminds me of my first deer kill, though it was not with a bow.
I thought I shot a doe among a group of them because she fell over and started flailing about the ground. She kept at it for some time, so I approached her to find no bullet hole or blood, but her still flailing about. After I killed her I noticed that on 3 of her 4 legs, the bottom most joint was dangling by only threads of flesh. I suppose she had gotten tangled up in a fence or traps some weeks or months prior, and had managed to get free, breaking her legs in the process.
I don't remember her looking any different in posture or height among the others with which she was grazing.
JohnBoy. im from marion county. ive seen a "mountain lion" as well. on marion county wma to top that off. game wardens thought i was crazy too until a guy seen one last year crossing a creek bottom and they were able to get prints.
A few years back I was hunting the rut hard several days in a row. A few sightings of good bucks but no shots. One evening I was getting delirious from lack of sleep but I was snapped to attention by movement. This thing was huge huge and coming my way. Amazing how adrenoline puts you into high gear. Got the shakes big time. This was obviously the biggest deer I've ever imagined. It was the neighbor's bull that had gotten loose and was walking a deer trail. He was exactly the right color.
In 1987, on a day hike along the length of Jacoby Creek near Arcata we found ourselves far from our destination with night closing in. We stopped to rally for the long walk to town when we heard an odd swishing sound. We followed the sound to a large huckleberry hedge and peered over the top. We were surprised to see a very old woman in a calico dress sweeping the leaves around with a broom. Nightfall with the nearest house 3+ miles away in any direction. After a couple of minutes she suddenly turned and looked right at us. We decided to jog for a while, since it was so late and all.
Buddy of mine set his doe decoy up in the dark, got up in his tree stand and waited till it started getting light. He seen a couple deer coming in close to his decoy. He decided to take a shot at the one standing broadside to him. He shot and the other deer took off, but the one he shot just stood there, and stood there, and stood there. LMAO, he shot his decoy...
have seen lightning hit a tree twice in my life & no thunder involved. absolutely silent. first time it was the first bolt in an approaching cloudburst, hit a tree within a hundred yards of my tree stand across a food plot. have NEVER taken a stand down that quick before...
Twenty years ago we were hiking cross country near Jacoby Creek (see old woman story, above), and we came across a tree with a perfect alien face carved into a tree. It was at least 10 years old, and far from trails/houses. It was strange. We visited the 'Alien Head' several times thereafter.
I was hunting Bear in Dolly Sods Wv and it was a crazy day you could several different packs of hounds. Running and a snow storm came from nowhere. So I started the hike back up the mountain from an area called the pipeline and I seen these fresh huge tracts by the road I followed because you could hardly see 5ft and then there he was BIGFOOT !!! AND I know he was bigfoot because he offered me a ride and a man came over his CB saying how bout ya bigfoot and he. Anwsered dropped me off at me truck and I got off the mountain to hunt the next day lol
Around here we don't joke much about Bigfoot. There's many stories about first-hand sightings from this area over the years - clear up to northern Alaska (Kiana) where I once spent a month. Nearby Willow Creek was host to the International Bigfoot Symposium. I was the M.C. Jane Goodall told me a story of her own on the phone. Sorry about dropping her name, but credibility is a rare resource in the field of cryptohomonology.
Driving down to Northern CA from Anchorage, my friend Pat and I stopped at Laird Hot Springs near the BC/Yukon border. I sat too long in the hotsprings and had such a bad headache that I couldn't sleep. It gave me time to think about the strange plywood 'walls' that blocked all of the trails to and from the springs. Only the wooden walkway was open. Painted on the plywood: "DANGER EXTREME GRIZZ HAZARD".
I got my answer a little while later (2:00 AM) when I heard a sound that literally made my hair stand up - a loud, deep ringing howl that echoed for miles, forcing up a ball of vomit from my gut. I never puke.
The next day I casually inquired about the Grizz signs to the lodge's bartender. He poured me a beer, looked me in the eye, and said "Hey, man, that aint a grizz".
As kids, my step brother stepped outa the cabin to take a pee in the middle of the night. Came in screaming like a girl, soaking wet and hysterical. We all woke up and went out to look at whats going on. There stood a young black bear with a wet head right on the steps! We moved the fish cleaning station closer to the lake after that. We still tease him about bears that like to eat worms, even funnier now that he ain't so small!
In the 1990's I was walking to lunch during an eclypse of the moon between the earth and sun and I happened to walk by a large tree. Every light spot on the ground created by the sun shining through the leaves had the perfect dark circle of the moon imbedded in the center. Hundreds of spots all identical. Never seen such a wonder either before or since. BW
Squirrel hunting in very rural South Georgia in the mid-seventies along the Alapaha River. Three does walked by at about 40 yards, accompanied by a white goat who appeared to be a regular member of the group. On a fishing trip in my canoe down the same river came around a bend to find a naked woman swimming in the river. Not as unusual as the goat, but certainly a more preferred event.
On 4th of July 1999 I was visiting Michigan and walked in to a place called Meadowbrook, near where I grew up ( Rochester). I watched a fireworks show from below a big round oak on a slope. I had hiked in from the woods, so I was far from the crowd, but not far from the fireworks. The grand finale was fantastic with big golden orbs bursting all over the sky. The second the fireworks ended all of the car lights went on and all of the cars lined up to get out, a process that took about 15 minutes. I was determined to enjoy the afterglow, and sat for a few minutes after the last car disappeared down the road. Just about the time I was acclimating to the dark, the big round canopy of the great oak lit up all at once with thousands of fireflies. Every other inch of every branch and leaf was lit up by slowly flashing little lights. I watched for a while and walked away, the oak still lit up.
I was hunting this last year throughout the rut. I had taken about a week and a half worth of vacation and gone home to Kansas. The 8th day was a drizzly evening and the darkness set in very quickly after the sun went down. My path back to the car takes me through woods, then through the edge of a pasture with a lot of big old cedars in it and then back through the woods again to the truck. On my way back I came over the hill top and was about to slip back into the woods when around one of the cedar trees was a ghost. It was free floating about 5 ft off of the ground give or take I stood there frozen. It moved up and down a few times as I was still frozen. Then it even got skinnier and then back to its original size again. I was absolutely petrified. Finally after about 45 seconds or so my eyes adjusted a little bit and made out the head of a horse. It was the very large white patch on its face. In the drizzle I had snuck up on it and it didn't know what I was. Figure we both were just paniced and stood there staring each other down. He was bobbing his head up and down trying to make me out. All I could see was the white moving around. My heart still skips a beat when I think about that evening though.
My wife and I were out with one of her friends and our dogs hiking the trail around Friendship Hill Park (Albert Gallatin's homestead.) We happened upon a small cemetery that had a knee high stone wall all around it.
I wanted to see how old the tombstones were, so I took Luau (my Chesapeake Bay Retriever) over the wall. As we started over the wall he hesitated and looked back at my wife with a soft growl. We entered the cemetery and the hair was standing on the back of his neck and the growl was full force. He started barking, then lunged forward at one of the tombstones snapping at the air.
I hurdled that stone fence like an Olympic track star on my way out! Still have no idea how old the tombstones are--I was too freaked out to get close enough to read the weathered engravings!
I was hunting one bright, beautiful morning and there was absolutely no wind, the woods were so quiet and still that you could have heard a pin drop. All of a sudden the various trees began to drop their leaves in unison and the falling leaves sounded like rain. It was down right noisy and after about an hour and a half it just stopped. In all of the 50+ years that I have hunted I've never experienced or heard of anything like that.
Was fishing at night with my old man when we came across a empty boat in a backwater on the Mississippi. I told my dad we should go and check it out so we went over to see if anyone was hurt or needed help. As we did a guys head looked up and waived us off as we could see the young female underneath him at that point :)....Did get caught with my wife in a trout creek up in the UP of Michigan one time by a family of hikers...a little embarassing for us but horrified them.
My youngest daughter Jessie was 10 at the time, but already a "no BS" kind of person. Me being a joker, it took a while to convince her to come check out an amazing tree I had found. I was attracted to a bright golden fall-foliage oak tree about 30 yards off of the south edge of my property. I saw it because it had turned full fall color before any of the other trees had even started. It glowed compared to the others. I had gone close to check it out and came nose to branch tip to one of it's branches by accident. What was amazing was that when I pulled my face away, the branch moved with it. I experimented putting my nose (and even just the tip of my index finger) close to a branch tip, and every time the branch would actually move to make contact. Sometimes the movement was 6" or more. I had successfully done this every time I tried. That's why I ran to get Jessie (Arlene not home yet). I took her to the tree, praying that it would do it again, hopefully with her, too. It did, over and over. By the time we got Arlene there 2 days later it didn't seem to work. Never did again. It must have had something to do with the extreme color phase. ?
Early one morning while elk hunting near Silverton Colorado my hunting buddy and I broke out of the timber into an alpine meadow above timberline. Looking across the valley we saw one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Across the canyon stood 12,968 ft. Engineer Mountain, a loan peak, with the first rays of the morning sun shining on the peak. Suspended exactly above the peak was a huge full moon. The canyon floor was full of thick fog so thick it looked like whipped cream and the fog was flowing down the canyon like a slow moving stream.
Of course I didn't have a camera and no picture would have done justice to the sight we saw. We forgot all about hunting and just stared at the sight before us.
Many years ago I was hunting deer in WNY near Poverty Hill during what was then called shotgun season. I watched a large doe moving up through the woods ahead of me (probably 3o yards or so). I took aim with my shotgun and shot one shot. She fell within sight. As I approached the downed deer, I saw something around her neck. It was a old very faded worn deer drag rope. At one time it was hunter orange but now it was faded to almost white. I inspected the deer and found just one hole which was from my shot. After getting the deer home, I skinned it out and examined every part of the hide and could not find any healed over broadhead or bullet holes. I still to this day wonder how that drag rope ever got tied around that deers neck? Did someone wound the deer in a previous season and when they tied the drag rope on did the deer run away? Did somehow the deer get a lost drag rope wrapped around it's neck? Who knows but I thought it was pretty strange.
(no drugs or alcohol involved) i was rifle deer hunting on private land a friend had leased in a semi agriculture area near the arkansas river in oklahoma. i was using a marlin 30/30 lever action, a weapon i have been very familiar with for a long time. i was slowly walking down a two track road along a ditch with a lot of timber in it when i spotted a nice buck loping out of some tall grass on the left headed to the ditch on my right. just after he crossed the road about 100 yds in front of me i unshouldered the rifle and was bringing the barrel down to take aim and see if i could get on him. as i was taking aim the rifle went off in the air way over the deers back, like the barrel had been pushed back up as i shot. i was kind of perplexed because i have done a lot of rabbit,dove and deer hunting and shooting for 30+ yrs and never had anything like this happen. after a while i started toward the tall grass to see if i could jump out another deer. i came to a chain link fence and climbed over. stalking along i started seeing grave markers and then to my left some kind of swirling apparition like circular thing came up from the ground about 7-10 ft and made a growling sound. i was kind of panicked so i growled back at it and then took off straight ahead and came to another fence and scaled over it quickly and kept running for a while then walked out of there. what the ?????????????????????
I was hunting in a ladder stand with a compound bow over a salt block back in the 80"s and I was board and wanted to shoot a arrow so i took a shot at the salt block and the arrow came back about half way and vibrated in mid air for about 2 seconds and disapeared ? I looked for about a half hour and came back the next day with my girlfriend and we never did find the arrow
This is strange. Yesterday, I was in the woods with my brother when we came upon this mushroom. I assume it's a puffball, but it looks exactly like a round loaf of bread sitting on it's side atop a log! It's about 12" diameter. I'll post both the front and back of it.
