I was moose hunting in Northern Ontario once. This place was the middle of nowhere, after driving for hours from civilization down a logging road it was another full day ride on the atv to get to where we were hunting.
On the second last day we were there I saw a little bit of orange in the bush so I thought it was one of my hunting buddies. I went up to see what they were up to. It was a guy probably in his 60s (we were all in our 20s) walking through the bush with a rifle (.303 lee enfield of course) in hand and a shotgun (some kind of coach gun) on a sling. He never acknowledged me even though I said hi. He never even looked at me, just a blank stare.
When we got back to our tent later that day I asked my friends if they had seen him. I was sure they would have because there were two very large lakes with a creek/swamp/beaver dam between them and one friend was hunting there while another had been hunting in the direction he had come from. Nobody else had seen him!
What was even weirder was that the whole way out we looked for any sign that someone had come in on the trail (the only way in unless he walked 10-15 miles through nasty bush) and we saw no new ATV tracks or footprints. It had rained the day after we got to the tent so we didn't even have our to confuse them with.
Then when we got back out to the logging road (we were parked at the end of it) we saw no sign of a vehicle, and there were no tracks the whole way in. It was waaay too creepy.
Hehe. good story.
My experience was with low life druggies who were actually alive. Your experience was with the afterlife,the dead,ghosts,goulies. How the #### do you sleep at night.


















































