Big bore dinosaur
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- NORT OF COW.TOWN.EH
Found this and others every year. Some small and some are big like this one my imagination cooked up. Far .far from my truck in November
Weirdness in the woods
- Thread starter Covenantor
- Start date
years ago hunting trip with my Father deep in the bush by Squamish .... we were sitting in the truck this guy in coveralls and dress shoes comes out of the bush behind us walks right past us on the FSR doesn't say a word then walks back into the bush in front of us ... no other vehicle around , just strange
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IronNoggin
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- Port Alberni, Vancouver Island
Many years ago (like decades) I was engaged as a Guide for Churchill River Canoeing Expeditions in Northern Saskatchewan. As were a decent handful of my Buddies.
Between trips, three of us set off to establish a new route into areas we had not been offering to date. Assessing and marking good navigable water and portage routes.
Three days in, we camped after having drug our large freighter up onto the beach.
Set up our tent and were sitting around the fire after dinner.
Suddenly the fellow next to me let out a loud GASP and his eyes literally bulged.
I looked in the direction he was staring at, and felt a cold chill come over me instantly.
There, framed in the moonlight on the short trail to the beach stood a long haired & bearded fellow dressed in fringed buckskins, high top moccasins and packing an ancient muzzle-loader. A powder horn hung from one shoulder, and his belt sported a beaded large knife sheath.
Our third companion let out a loud WTF when he turned and saw the same.
My rifle was leaned against a tree shortly behind me.
I rolled to it and quickly snatched it up.
The fellow stood there and stared at us, but for some reason I no longer felt threatened.
Then he simply turned and strolled quickly away.
We went in short pursuit, yelling for him to communicate with us.
He did not.
The next morning we investigated where he had stood, and the direction he had left in.
There were no tracks.
All three of us were experienced hunters, but could find no sign of him.
To this day I wonder what or who it was we ran into.
We had no booze whatsoever, no drugs, and nothing that could have potentially caused all three of us to witness the exact same apparition.
Took a hell of a long time before any of would talk about this outside of the three of us.
I will always wonder...
Cheers
Between trips, three of us set off to establish a new route into areas we had not been offering to date. Assessing and marking good navigable water and portage routes.
Three days in, we camped after having drug our large freighter up onto the beach.
Set up our tent and were sitting around the fire after dinner.
Suddenly the fellow next to me let out a loud GASP and his eyes literally bulged.
I looked in the direction he was staring at, and felt a cold chill come over me instantly.
There, framed in the moonlight on the short trail to the beach stood a long haired & bearded fellow dressed in fringed buckskins, high top moccasins and packing an ancient muzzle-loader. A powder horn hung from one shoulder, and his belt sported a beaded large knife sheath.
Our third companion let out a loud WTF when he turned and saw the same.
My rifle was leaned against a tree shortly behind me.
I rolled to it and quickly snatched it up.
The fellow stood there and stared at us, but for some reason I no longer felt threatened.
Then he simply turned and strolled quickly away.
We went in short pursuit, yelling for him to communicate with us.
He did not.
The next morning we investigated where he had stood, and the direction he had left in.
There were no tracks.
All three of us were experienced hunters, but could find no sign of him.
To this day I wonder what or who it was we ran into.
We had no booze whatsoever, no drugs, and nothing that could have potentially caused all three of us to witness the exact same apparition.
Took a hell of a long time before any of would talk about this outside of the three of us.
I will always wonder...
Cheers
Great stories !!!!!
Mine…was walking back to my truck in the evening after calling coyotes. Left foot plunged into a hole right up to my hip and I couldn’t get out. Struggled for 15 minutes but no luck, still stuck, tired and concerned about freezing as it was early February. Finally looked down and much to my surprise my left hand was resting on a dark gravestone that was lying horizontal on the ground. Needless to say my efforts to get my trapped foot out went into overdrive, with no luck!!
After exhausting myself yet again I settled down and read the inscriptions on the gravestone. It was a double, husband and wife born in the 1870’s and died around the 1930’s. I won’t lie, the thought of something holding me by my ankle entered my mind even though I knew it was impossible. After nearly an hour(seemed longer) I finally got out, took a cell phone picture of the gravestone and noted its exact location and got back to my truck.
….what was the probability of walking a 200 acre farm and then stepping directly into a hole with my hand coming to rest on a gravestone??
On a hunch I visited a nearby cemetery a few days latter and found a similar headstone with the same names and dates.
I talked to the farmer and he told me that relatives had replaced the gravestone and took the old one to the back of the farm to prop up a line fence that was leaning over. I guess the post rotted out over the years creating that hole that I walked into. That was 15 years ago, every time I drive by that farm I think about it. Seems funny now, not so funny the night I thought I fell into someone’s grave. Cheers…. Bill
Mine…was walking back to my truck in the evening after calling coyotes. Left foot plunged into a hole right up to my hip and I couldn’t get out. Struggled for 15 minutes but no luck, still stuck, tired and concerned about freezing as it was early February. Finally looked down and much to my surprise my left hand was resting on a dark gravestone that was lying horizontal on the ground. Needless to say my efforts to get my trapped foot out went into overdrive, with no luck!!
After exhausting myself yet again I settled down and read the inscriptions on the gravestone. It was a double, husband and wife born in the 1870’s and died around the 1930’s. I won’t lie, the thought of something holding me by my ankle entered my mind even though I knew it was impossible. After nearly an hour(seemed longer) I finally got out, took a cell phone picture of the gravestone and noted its exact location and got back to my truck.
….what was the probability of walking a 200 acre farm and then stepping directly into a hole with my hand coming to rest on a gravestone??
On a hunch I visited a nearby cemetery a few days latter and found a similar headstone with the same names and dates.
I talked to the farmer and he told me that relatives had replaced the gravestone and took the old one to the back of the farm to prop up a line fence that was leaning over. I guess the post rotted out over the years creating that hole that I walked into. That was 15 years ago, every time I drive by that farm I think about it. Seems funny now, not so funny the night I thought I fell into someone’s grave. Cheers…. Bill
There is a guide here in BC and his name escapes me atm hunts deep in the woods and was a GB guide when it was legal too.
Used to post lots of experiences with GB and his horses on trails and Moose hunts too.
He went off the deep end imo and delves deeper into BigFoot ewe toob vidjas more than his guiding and fishing productions .
His camera work is exceptional and his stories are top notch too !
I have yet to run into a Sasquatch hanging from a tree trying to steal my wrist watch.
Stay safe out there folks and keep a sharp eye out for the elusive BF.
Tight Groups,
Rob
Used to post lots of experiences with GB and his horses on trails and Moose hunts too.
He went off the deep end imo and delves deeper into BigFoot ewe toob vidjas more than his guiding and fishing productions .
His camera work is exceptional and his stories are top notch too !
I have yet to run into a Sasquatch hanging from a tree trying to steal my wrist watch.
Stay safe out there folks and keep a sharp eye out for the elusive BF.
Tight Groups,
Rob
IronNoggin
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- Port Alberni, Vancouver Island
My dear departed Uncle had a story about graves...
He was stumbling home from a party, fairly soused, through the local cemetery when he fell into a freshly dug grave.
Too drunk to get out, so he curled up and went to sleep. A couple hours later another fellow managed to fall into the same hole.
My Uncle woke and said Sure as hell is dark down here!
He roared with laughter explaining just how fast that second fellow managed to get out of the grave and run.
Shortly after he had recovered enough to get himself out.
Years since I thought of that one - thanks for the reminder!
Cheers
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In 1977 I was hunting in the state of Maine in deep forests. My father and I came across an old cemetery which dated back to the 1700's. I believe it was a family cemetery, many with the last name of Campbell or Carson.
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Big Bad
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
Too bad he didn't have his revolver on him, hopefully held in a more useful way. Or would have he defended his ween's honour if he did?
Steve Isdahl from How to Hunt.
- Location
- AB foothills
BlackPowderBurner
CGN frequent flyer
- Location
- the chesterfield
Nope, that was me.
Pileated Woodpeckers can sound an awful lot like jungle monkey's sometimes.
Thats the guy there....a hair raising moment is when he and his horse and client are on a trail and Moma GB and cub walk up onto the trail in front of his horse and himself ...
My description does not do the scene justice.
Clowns from the 604 in the woods for the first time can sound a lot like jungle monkeys too.
Rob
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Spent two months a year travelling around BC, 98 - 04. Too many things to tell. Fished 104 lakes in BC in 25 years.
The strangest was a cry of a small baby. Made me want to go investigate the source.
Next day we seen a deer being chased by a cougar. So we thought it was the sound was a cougar voice. The deer ran across the river but cougars hate water so it didn't follow, or it was more interested in watching my wife and I. Ran and got the shotgun and later packed up camp and left the cottonwood river like wheels on fire.
Very eerie sound the cougars make.
The strangest was a cry of a small baby. Made me want to go investigate the source.
Next day we seen a deer being chased by a cougar. So we thought it was the sound was a cougar voice. The deer ran across the river but cougars hate water so it didn't follow, or it was more interested in watching my wife and I. Ran and got the shotgun and later packed up camp and left the cottonwood river like wheels on fire.
Very eerie sound the cougars make.
