Weirdness in the woods

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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
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That's a wild story! That'd be so strange to witness.
 
About eight years ago, I was small game hunting I my.favorite hunting spot. Not far from La Corey, Alberta in our boreal forest.
On the edge of a forest road i discovered 3 cattle carcasses. Obviously a large cow with its head & hide the only parts intact.
The two calfs were virtually gone. Yet someone took the time to stack all thier legs between two spruce trees growing closely together. Not a single drop of blood anywhere, except a few stains the flesh side of the cow hide. No scavengers. Zero.bugs or maggots. There was a strange almost solvent smell in the air. Over the next few days, wolves, coyotes, bears, crows, ravens. Canada Jays ignored these 3 dead beasts. With an ear tag visible I reported it to the police. They were good enuf to get back to me and could confirm a few things. These cattle were reported stolen elsewhere in Alberta. They forwarded this incident to local livestock inspector. Because of privacy laws. Nothing else could be relayed to me.
When I breifly inspected the dead cows head, there was no smell of blood, offal or rot. Only that odd chemical smell. Weird.
Edit: This corner of forest road is very busy with fishers, campers, oil workers frequently moving back and forth along it. There is no long stretches of privacy in early fall.
 
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slinkylegs said:
I've never had cougar, but I did have lynx meat once. It was part of a men's night, where all the dishes were meat based. A friend brought a mystery meat, and it tasted quite good! No one guessed what it was though... My coworker looked sick to his stomach when he found out that he'd eaten a cat lol.

Another short story, although perhaps unremarkable: a friend and me once built a log cabin in the bush near his parents house and lived in it for a winter. Lots of good times out there... But after I had left to go back to college, he stayed for a bit longer. One day he was walking back and he said he felt an intense, unmistakable sense of evil. He's not a guy who gets rattled easily, but he was pretty tense I guess. He was scanning the area, and eventually he saw a raven sitting on a branch, just watching him. He swore to me that the raven was the source of that evil.

What was different about that raven versus the thousands of others he would have come across, I don't know, but he figured something was off about it! Maybe it was a primal sense of being watched, or maybe it was something more than that, who knows?
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Brutus said:
About eight years ago, I was small game hunting I my.favorite hunting spot. Not far from La Corey, Alberta in our boreal forest.
On the edge of a forest road i discovered 3 cattle carcasses. Obviously a large cow with its head & hide the only parts intact.
The two calfs were virtually gone. Yet someone took the time to stack all thier legs between two spruce trees growing closely together. Not a single drop of blood anywhere, except a few stains the flesh side of the cow hide. No scavengers. Zero.bugs or maggots. There was a strange almost solvent smell in the air. Over the next few days, wolves, coyotes, bears, crows, ravens. Canada Jays ignored these 3 dead beasts. With an ear tag visible I reported it to the police. They were good enuf to get back to me and could confirm a few things. These cattle were reported stolen elsewhere in Alberta. They forwarded this incident to local livestock inspector. Because of privacy laws. Nothing else could be relayed to me.
When I breifly inspected the dead cows head, there was no smell of blood, offal or rot. Only that odd chemical smell. Weird.
Edit: This corner of forest road is very busy with fishers, campers, oil workers frequently moving back and forth along it. There is no long stretches of privacy in early fall.
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Have you ever heard of cattle mutilations? They are reported all over for many many years. It's very similar to what you're describing. Did the police say how far away these cattle came from? I'm very curious. I've also had a friend tell me of some weirdness he experienced on his way to cold lake, which is very close by. Very interesting!
 
So clearly this is a CGN campfire... so I will share my first non drug or alcohol related experience... with the spine shivers of a predator...
Many years ago now.. I was camping with my girlfriend and good friends at Burkenhead lake provincial.. at this time in my life I was a pure fly fisher and drove to a little lake/big pond called Blackwater lake that is just off the road as you head into the provincial. Belly boats were in there heyday back then. I pulled into the little parking area under the forest shadows that had this narrow rickety wharf.. on the left side of the wharf was this big official sign not to disturb the area as it was designated Loon habitat and nesting grounds... I didn't see any around or near the very narrow little wharf so I carefully carried on prepping my gear.. pulling it out of the hatchback of an old Celica Supra... the whirr of the pump while I put my waders on seemed abusive to the quiet environment as I quickly prepared to make the incredibly awkward transition from land to water with my little stick and line... I managed to get in with the expected basic fumbles of someone who can't buy footwear like most but is adorned with flippers.. Almost immediately upon getting away from the wharf and nesting area I was greeted by a Loon with chicks... some on her/his back others frantically following her.. So I quickly moved away from the nesting area as I tied a fly to my tippet.. As I drifted and flippered my way around the lake they followed me... it seemed so odd as the chicks would struggle to be the one getting the free ride on the back and I began to feel sorry for them and moved back towards the nesting area in hopes they would go into it.. they didn't.. I spent many hours with them.. catching a few small bows in the tea stained water.. nothing special but a nice way to spend the day.. the sun was loosing it's altitude when I got a cool feeling.. of course I figured it was the evening air shift on the water and it probably was.. but the loon and chicks that had been with me moved away for the first time in many hours and started making noise.. I knew it was time to go so I moved towards the wharf and did the typical flopping around trying to get out of a round inner tube thingy... Walking back towards the hatchback with my tube and rod waddling like a duck.... my spine went cold... at first I thought it was the transition from the water into the cool forest canopy... I found the keys and unlocked the hatchback... the sensation became stronger and I looked back over my shoulder.... there sitting right beside the big loon habitat sign was a cougar... watching and blinking at me.. I put the tube down and collapsed the four piece rod and climbed through the back hatch with my flippers still on.. pulling them off as I struggled over the shifter and console into the seat.. Soaking the car as I squished into the seat and fired it up I watched it clearly in the rear view blinking at me as I pulled away.. I drove back to the campsite and proceeded to tell everyone what had happened and how I was okay with leaving the belly boat there... as I was explaining this to my friends who weren't believing me a conservation officer walked into the camp.. he quickly got to the point after introducing himself and explained that there have been several incidents of a young Tom that is being aggressive trying to establish area... my friends mouths dropped open and they looked at me...
The thing that get's me is this cat was clearly there the whole day... but when my spine chilled.. something was changing.. and my senses knew it..
Cheers
Btw the CO returned my belly boat that evening and continued to track the cougar over the next few days taking time every night to come to our camp and let us know it's approximate location..
 
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Covenantor said:
That's quite the story! I know that exact feeling. I've had that on a couple occasions. Not necessarily in the woods, but in certain places and homes. Just a sense of "I'm in danger and I shouldn't be here"...

Funny enough, Tucker Carlson shared a story about a similar thing to you.


This reminded me of your story.
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Tucker and I are in basic agreement about the Maine woods, which is also where Burton Spiller's encounter would have happened. Appalachian Trail end to end hikers often feel the same way it seems.
 
270WSMXBolt said:
So clearly this is a CGN campfire... so I will share my first non drug or alcohol related experience... with the spine shivers of a predator...
Many years ago now.. I was camping with my girlfriend and good friends at Burkenhead lake provincial.. at this time in my life I was a pure fly fisher and drove to a little lake/big pond called Blackwater lake that is just off the road as you head into the provincial. Belly boats were in there heyday back then. I pulled into the little parking area under the forest shadows that had this narrow rickety wharf.. on the left side of the wharf was this big official sign not to disturb the area as it was designated Loon habitat and nesting grounds... I didn't see any around or near the very narrow little wharf so I carefully carried on prepping my gear.. pulling it out of the hatchback of an old Celica Supra... the whirr of the pump while I put my waders on seemed abusive to the quiet environment as I quickly prepared to make the incredibly awkward transition from land to water with my little stick and line... I managed to get in with the expected basic fumbles of someone who can't buy footwear like most but is adorned with flippers.. Almost immediately upon getting away from the wharf and nesting area I was greeted by a Loon with chicks... some on her/his back others frantically following her.. So I quickly moved away from the nesting area as I tied a fly to my tippet.. As I drifted and flippered my way around the lake they followed me... it seemed so odd as the chicks would struggle to be the one getting the free ride on the back and I began to feel sorry for them and moved back towards the nesting area in hopes they would go into it.. they didn't.. I spent many hours with them.. catching a few small bows in the tea stained water.. nothing special but a nice way to spend the day.. the sun was loosing it's altitude when I got a cool feeling.. of course I figured it was the evening air shift on the water and it probably was.. but the loon and chicks that had been with me moved away for the first time in many hours and started making noise.. I knew it was time to go so I moved towards the wharf and did the typical flopping around trying to get out of a round inner tube thingy... Walking back towards the hatchback with my tube and rod waddling like a duck.... my spine went cold... at first I thought it was the transition from the water into the cool forest canopy... I found the keys and unlocked the hatchback... the sensation became stronger and I looked back over my shoulder.... there sitting right beside the big loon habitat sign was a cougar... watching and blinking at me.. I put the tube down and collapsed the four piece rod and climbed through the back hatch with my flippers still on.. pulling them off as I struggled over the shifter and console into the seat.. Soaking the car as I squished into the seat and fired it up I watched it clearly in the rear view blinking at me as I pulled away.. I drove back to the campsite and proceeded to tell everyone what had happened and how I was okay with leaving the belly boat there... as I was explaining this to my friends who weren't believing me a conservation officer walked into the camp.. he quickly got to the point after introducing himself and explained that there have been several incidents of a young Tom that is being aggressive trying to establish area... my friends mouths dropped open and they looked at me...
The thing that get's me is this cat was clearly there the whole day... but when my spine chilled.. something was changing.. and my senses knew it..
Cheers
Btw the CO returned my belly boat that evening and continued to track the cougar over the next few days taking time every night to come to our camp and let us know it's approximate location..
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I've had similar experiences with loons (but thankfully not with cougars). One time in particular there was a small loon family I was watching through binos and a scope, their territory was on a big pond in a provincial park and I dropped by one Saturday to check in on them. It was in the days of garish colours of fleece pullovers and I was sporting a bright bright green one from Patagonia, the worst offender, I believe the colour is called 'chartreuse,' like a flyfishing line. The damn thing glowed like it was made from tritium. But anyway, I was standing on the little spit of a beach where you could get a view of the water but I was having no luck until I looked over to see the loon chick sitting in the water about 5 feet away, staring at me in what sure looked like wonder, clearly asking itself "What in the hell is this bizarre creature?" I never quite thought of it this way before but in that case it was me, I was the weird swamp thing, the bizarre encounter for which there was no natural explanation!
 
Big Bad said:
I've had similar experiences with loons (but thankfully not with cougars). One time in particular there was a small loon family I was watching through binos and a scope, their territory was on a big pond in a provincial park and I dropped by one Saturday to check in on them. It was in the days of garish colours of fleece pullovers and I was sporting a bright bright green one from Patagonia, the worst offender, I believe the colour is called 'chartreuse,' like a flyfishing line. The damn thing glowed like it was made from tritium. But anyway, I was standing on the little spit of a beach where you could get a view of the water but I was having no luck until I looked over to see the loon chick sitting in the water about 5 feet away, staring at me in what sure looked like wonder, clearly asking itself "What in the hell is this bizarre creature?" I never quite thought of it this way before but in that case it was me, I was the weird swamp thing, the bizarre encounter for which there was no natural explanation!
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I still have the garish coloured belly boat from Berry's Bait and tackle.. I had never thought that the loon could have been responding to it's freaky pastel colours... interesting observation.. I'm rather sure it was actually due to the cougar though.. with it's bum sitting in the middle of the nest at the end of the day.. But I should mention that there was only one adult loon.. I hate thinking about that..
 
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Covenantor said:
I've heard of these lights so many times. Even the US government is releasing that they've seen these countless times via military observations. If you look up Sasquatch Chronicles strange lights, the host of that show and many guests have run into these in the sky and in the woods. I think there is something to it for sure.
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They were evident almost every night for months and the night crew used to compare notes.
One set of lights spent time examining the yarder tower just below the crest of the ridge.
 
Covenantor said:
I've heard of these lights so many times. Even the US government is releasing that they've seen these countless times via military observations. If you look up Sasquatch Chronicles strange lights, the host of that show and many guests have run into these in the sky and in the woods. I think there is something to it for sure.
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The people who believe there’s Bigfoot out there also believe aliens are watching us? I am so surprised. If true, why would such an advanced species that can travel from another solar system bother observing us? Keep in mind there’s zero legitimate evidence about these existing either. Or are they just good at hide and seek like Bigfoot?

It’s just strange how through all of humans existence there hasn’t been a single bone or fossil from either discovered. Zero. Not a single stitch of evidence.

Any explanation as to why there’s never been legitimate tracks, pictures, bodies, bones or evidence of these creatures ever existing?

There’s something to it for sure, but I don’t think you’re willing to accept the truth 😉
 
Moose hunt Ontario 2005 North of algonquin . Walking like a mile back to camp at start of dusk . It was an old old trail , Almost Sundown dead still quiet . Heard a snap like a 3 inch dead branch snap off . Stand absolutely still for a few minutes . Nothing . Walk another 15 minutes . Off on other side of trail a big dry branch snap . Stand wait nothing . by now 7mm mag is chambered and in hand . I get to where I think I,m about 100 yds from clearing at camp and snap in a cluster of old trees about 50-75 ft to my right . SNAP . I,m leaned against a tree , ready to shoulder . Wait , then hustle to camp . It wasnt cold enuff for that frost tree snap sounds . I didnt get to go moose for next two years due to work and bs .
2008 , same camp , same trail but off on a side trail . Dusk I,m packed up ready to head back to camp . Maybe 100 yds to get to main trail , walking main trail few minutes . Big snap at my 4-5 oclock . It sounded big and close . I usually carry two mags and 20 some loose rounds with my 7 mm . Spin around , scan , listen nothing . Chambered and not jog but quick walk maybe 1000 feet back to clearing at camp . In the evening I,m talking to guys about it . And they told me the two women that hunt together in our group used that trail the year before . Heard the snaps . Freaked out and ran . One fell and fractured a leg . And they quit the moose camp right then and there
I got a chance to join a camp 2 hours closer to home and never went back . But Ive often thought I shoulda went back in like early mid spring , after snows gone but before trees leaf out and scan the edges of trail for broken branches . In clear daylight , never did
 
Speaking of cougars (not the bar type)...

Several years ago I was fishing the Sproat River for steelhead with a handful of buddies and my very old wolf hybrid.
I decided to wander downstream and hit up a couple spots I knew well down that way.
Did well - limited and began to head back upriver to the rest of the ladz.

Big male Tom jumps onto the path in front of us.
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Crap!
My dog knows he is the target and immediately gets behind me.
I grab a big stick off the trail side, make myself as big as I could, and let out a tremendous ROAR while swiftly approaching the cat.
He leaves stage right, so we continue...

A 1/2 a mile further along he is back in the trail in front of us.
Crouched, staring intently.
This time he is not backing down.
My roars and yelling were heard by my buddies and several of them came running.
When they got close that was enough to spook the cat again and we got the hell out of there.

I went back 3 days in a row with a rifle looking for him.
Guess he understood the game had changed for I never did see him again.

Shudder to think of what might have happened if the ladz had not come running...
 
Mr Bill said:
Well…it’s official now !!!! It must be true, it was on Facebook.
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Well she's a nice looking woman for sure, and someone diddled her..........:ROFLMAO:

Maybe she's a bigfoot connoisseur and had bigfoot s@x fantasies......:unsure:

Or she is just another nice looking hot chick who is also a kook........:LOL:;):ROFLMAO:
 
Give me the funny response first
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I seen you, reader, we met in the woods...

and then spill the beans after 😅
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Right as dusk hit and I was leaving my hunting spot I thought I seen a huge hedgehog, about 10 inches diameter like a ball, scurrying in the underbrush. Just ball of short spikes waddling along. Way, way too messed up looking to be a beaver or porcupine but also too big to be an actual hedgehog (and no native hedgehogs either). It was some time later I figured out I might have seen a porcupine with short spine syndrome.

Recently raccoon with short spine syndrome has been in the news and reminded me of this: go search Jimothy the Raccoon.

Every time I see something strange in the woods it ends up being explained by science, eventually, but that one was the strangest and took the longest to figure out.
 
conor_90 said:
This is the wildest thing posted in the thread
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That's what I was thinking, I started getting my gear together for my goat hunt in early August last night and went back on forth on how many rounds to bring. I settled on 9 rounds. 2 full mags and 1 extra for good luck. But even that seems excessive really, I could rezero with 3 if needed. shoot a goat with 1-2 and keep one for bear issues so 5 would probably be more realistic.
 
^^^ Well then, one more true story…
Had a farm on a remote road that my brother moved to and I would visit him with my girlfriend from time to time. We would sometimes see an old lady dressed in rags all hunched over walking the road in the moonlight carrying a large butcher knife in her right hand. Im sure she was a nice lady but you could tell ‘she wasn’t all there mentally’. Probably carried that butcher knife for protection from farm dogs and coyotes, but she did look scary !!

I don’t know how or why I conjured up a story about how ‘Shirley’ murdered her husband and she was kept in a mental institution for 10 years before they released her back into society. And that is how the legend was born and it spread in that small rural area like wildfire…needless to say everyone was frightened.

About a year latter after visiting my brother and getting the girlfriend drunk and frisky we stopped on that old road about 1/2 mile down and started fooling around. To this day I don’t know why I pranked my girlfriend by suddenly looking up into the rear view mirror and shouting OMG… Shirley is at our back window !!! Needless to say certain things happened. First there was lots of screaming, secondly I never got laid that night. I thought the whole thing was hilarious, Im sure the girlfriend will eventually forgive me, after all it’s been 25 years since the memorable night. Cheers !!
 
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