Creepiest time hunting EVER!!!!
- Thread starter zedex
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MapleSugar
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
- Location
- On the loose from NIMH
Greenfields
CGN Regular
- Location
- Lower mainland BC
Do we have zombie hunt in the making?
In some communities the banjo never stops playing.......
I recall going along with my Father in law doing Landman duties by Rimby. The folks were really on edge and made me nervous to say the least. It was just like the Bayou.
I recall going along with my Father in law doing Landman duties by Rimby. The folks were really on edge and made me nervous to say the least. It was just like the Bayou.
Greenfields
CGN Regular
- Location
- Lower mainland BC
I think you can find the season under the three s's section.
Disclaimer: meant for those with a sense of humour.
Disclaimer: meant for those with a sense of humour.
Maybe they were just pissed off at finding some random hunter in the same place they've been hunting for years.
I hunt private land as well, and if some random hunter I didn't know or didn't expect to see walked up to me in the same place I'd been hunting for 20 years to ask what I was hunting for I wouldn't give him the time of day either.
I hunt private land as well, and if some random hunter I didn't know or didn't expect to see walked up to me in the same place I'd been hunting for 20 years to ask what I was hunting for I wouldn't give him the time of day either.
I found a tidy little grow op in Nova Scotia of all places while out bird hunting. I took off pretty quickly (but not without a 5 foot "walking stick" in my hand) That walking stick lasted me almost 2 months of steady smoking.
These scum bags were on private property.
=Skippy;2535823]Maybe they were just pissed off at finding some random hunter in the same place they've been hunting for years.
I hunt private land as well, and if some random hunter I didn't know or didn't expect to see walked up to me in the same place I'd been hunting for 20 years to ask what I was hunting for I wouldn't give him the time of day either.[/QUOTE]
=Skippy;2535823]Maybe they were just pissed off at finding some random hunter in the same place they've been hunting for years.
I hunt private land as well, and if some random hunter I didn't know or didn't expect to see walked up to me in the same place I'd been hunting for 20 years to ask what I was hunting for I wouldn't give him the time of day either.[/QUOTE]
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.
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.
Ummm! Interesting Zedex. MY weirdist hunting experience was about 25 years ago.
I was duck hunting late season long reach SJ River NB, November for Whistler. As our hunting party was getting all the gear to the icy river edge to launch our boat, there was this guy about 5'8", very stern look on his face and seemed to be surprized by our early morning appearence.
As he walked back from the waters edge towards his truck, I nodded to him good day. but he never winked an eye as he walked past me.
Then about 20mins later as we were already out on the water about 50 feet off shore, the same blue ford half ton truck came back down to the beach.
This time three people got out of the truck. One was that same guy, and two other's. One of the new guys was a big ####er..
The three of them walked right to the waters edge where we launched the boat. They all were armed with shotguns and just stood there and watched us.
After a few minutes of each party gawking at each other, they moved over to the warf, and fired shots off into the air.
Real wierd situation I thought. And felt compelled to get my gun out of the case and load er up.. The senior man in our party said, aw they are just RCMP checking us out.
BS I said, they are no RCMP.
Anyhow they soon left and we continued on with our duck hunt.
Strangley about a month or so later, turns out New Brunswicks biggest murder mystery was unfolding.
A man by the name of Nole Winters, was under arrest for some greusome murders involving cutting the bodies up and dumping them in the public garbage dump in Brown's Flat (other side of river)
And RCMP were searching the river bottom at Crystal Beach for evidence, pistols, knives etc..
Well Crystal Beach was where we launched our duck hunting boat that morning. Turns out that the guy was Nole Winters himself, who I said good day too,
talk about passing the devil.
The other two guys I won't name as they never did go to jail as they made deals with the crown.
Nole Winters was found hanged in jail very soon after convicted. After all two of the people killed were HA!
Now that is spooky.. but all along as it was happening, I had a weird feeling about the body language of those guys, before the story broke..
I was duck hunting late season long reach SJ River NB, November for Whistler. As our hunting party was getting all the gear to the icy river edge to launch our boat, there was this guy about 5'8", very stern look on his face and seemed to be surprized by our early morning appearence.
As he walked back from the waters edge towards his truck, I nodded to him good day. but he never winked an eye as he walked past me.
Then about 20mins later as we were already out on the water about 50 feet off shore, the same blue ford half ton truck came back down to the beach.
This time three people got out of the truck. One was that same guy, and two other's. One of the new guys was a big ####er..
The three of them walked right to the waters edge where we launched the boat. They all were armed with shotguns and just stood there and watched us.
After a few minutes of each party gawking at each other, they moved over to the warf, and fired shots off into the air.
Real wierd situation I thought. And felt compelled to get my gun out of the case and load er up.. The senior man in our party said, aw they are just RCMP checking us out.
BS I said, they are no RCMP.
Anyhow they soon left and we continued on with our duck hunt.
Strangley about a month or so later, turns out New Brunswicks biggest murder mystery was unfolding.
A man by the name of Nole Winters, was under arrest for some greusome murders involving cutting the bodies up and dumping them in the public garbage dump in Brown's Flat (other side of river)
And RCMP were searching the river bottom at Crystal Beach for evidence, pistols, knives etc..
Well Crystal Beach was where we launched our duck hunting boat that morning. Turns out that the guy was Nole Winters himself, who I said good day too,
talk about passing the devil.
The other two guys I won't name as they never did go to jail as they made deals with the crown.
Nole Winters was found hanged in jail very soon after convicted. After all two of the people killed were HA!
Now that is spooky.. but all along as it was happening, I had a weird feeling about the body language of those guys, before the story broke..
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sgthoskins
New member
- Location
- New Hampshire
Future reference if by the slim chance you have an encounter like that again. I've seen it deer hunting before in Minnesota. Someone walking by my stand in a daze, not responding to my greeting. Then I noticed blood coming from his ear and I quickly got down and ran up to him. Blood was coming out of his nose and ears. He had fallen out of his stand, was in shock and had no idea where he was.
I had my radio called camp and and we got him out of the woods and to the hospital. He spent a week in the hospital recovering from all sorts of internal injuries. The doctor said if I had let him walk by me he probably would have walked for few hours before passing out and probably dying.
Just food for thought, weird sh!t happens in the woods.
My balls will probably continue to get me into trouble. If they were on private property and were not supposed to be there, I would have pointed that out.
"Despite how hideous and scary looking you are...you ARE trespassing. GTF outta here, and bring your freak brigade with you!"
Topped with...
"Ya sure gots a purdy mouth on ya boaaa!"
"Despite how hideous and scary looking you are...you ARE trespassing. GTF outta here, and bring your freak brigade with you!"
Topped with...
"Ya sure gots a purdy mouth on ya boaaa!"
Yea. If i had known who owned the property and who had access to it i probably would have said something. But. I didn't know the area and had never been there before. We arrived in the early morning by quad in the pitch black so i had no clue where i was. It was a weird experience and i have never felt fear for my life like this time. The way they went into huddle and split up i was thinking "holy ####,wtf is happening" Then seeing these low lifes in person.
I can laugh about it now .
Goodtimes.....Goodtimes.
