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Camping scare stories.
- Thread starter ricksconnected
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Yes... actually my second favorite...my favorite is really daily verses.. then tis is a close second
ive seen all of those. this gotta be a story thats happened to you personally.
can find al i can handle you the nets.
ok anybody got some new stories? updates? new folks with real stories that fit the topic here?
I have a sort of scare story. Idk, it startled me at least. Not camping but hunting. This happened to me yesterday morning.
So I get out to this WMA a good ~2hrs before first light to go ahead and stake my claim (There were a lot of people there). I slip into the creek bottom unnoticed, as far as I could tell.
By the time I sat down I still had an hour and a half or so if darkness before any sort of light started to crest. So I sat up on a tree and just waited until anything interesting happened so that I could move into it. At this point I just shut my eyes for a second to try to catch a little lost sleep.
~20 minutes in I began to hear footsteps coming toward me. Slow, deliberate, certainly bipedal, nothing at all like a deer or hog.
I though "Well crap, here comes some schmuck gonna set up right in my lap." So I whistled out to him to get his attention. No reply. Footsteps came closer, same deliberate pace. I whistled again, louder. No change in pace.
At this point I'm thinking this guy gotta be deaf or something. He was getting close enough that I expected to see a light or silhouette or something. But I still saw nothing. Then this thing stepped into a shallow cypress knee pool and waded through it, making absolutely no splashes, just rippled water, like a gar swimming near the surface of a lake.
I whistled again, as loud as I could. Still nothing. Then I cut on my light in his direction. Mind you this was one of those can't-see-the-hand-in-front-of-your-face kind of mornings. Nothing. And it kept coming. So now at this point I had my gun up and ready and my handgun unbuckled in its holster. I called out "Hey, hey, watch out, I'm sitting here" and the footsteps kept coming closer. They finally got about 10 yards from me and stopped. 30 seconds passed of eerie silence and whatever it was made an about face and walked back the direction it came. Scared the piss out of me.
So what was it? Man? Sasquatch? Crackhead? Skinwalker? Who knows. If it was a dude, I don't see how he could have possibly navigated without a light in that kind of darkness, or acknowledged my calls to him. Maybe he was rocking some NVG's or something.
Oh and now for the scary story. I met another ODT'er yesterday in the woods. True story.
Not sure if this constitutes as scary enough for this thread but it sure freaked me out. Let me know what you think, or if I'm just retarded. I'm back at the same spot today so wish me luck 🤞
So I get out to this WMA a good ~2hrs before first light to go ahead and stake my claim (There were a lot of people there). I slip into the creek bottom unnoticed, as far as I could tell.
By the time I sat down I still had an hour and a half or so if darkness before any sort of light started to crest. So I sat up on a tree and just waited until anything interesting happened so that I could move into it. At this point I just shut my eyes for a second to try to catch a little lost sleep.
~20 minutes in I began to hear footsteps coming toward me. Slow, deliberate, certainly bipedal, nothing at all like a deer or hog.
I though "Well crap, here comes some schmuck gonna set up right in my lap." So I whistled out to him to get his attention. No reply. Footsteps came closer, same deliberate pace. I whistled again, louder. No change in pace.
At this point I'm thinking this guy gotta be deaf or something. He was getting close enough that I expected to see a light or silhouette or something. But I still saw nothing. Then this thing stepped into a shallow cypress knee pool and waded through it, making absolutely no splashes, just rippled water, like a gar swimming near the surface of a lake.
I whistled again, as loud as I could. Still nothing. Then I cut on my light in his direction. Mind you this was one of those can't-see-the-hand-in-front-of-your-face kind of mornings. Nothing. And it kept coming. So now at this point I had my gun up and ready and my handgun unbuckled in its holster. I called out "Hey, hey, watch out, I'm sitting here" and the footsteps kept coming closer. They finally got about 10 yards from me and stopped. 30 seconds passed of eerie silence and whatever it was made an about face and walked back the direction it came. Scared the piss out of me.
So what was it? Man? Sasquatch? Crackhead? Skinwalker? Who knows. If it was a dude, I don't see how he could have possibly navigated without a light in that kind of darkness, or acknowledged my calls to him. Maybe he was rocking some NVG's or something.
Oh and now for the scary story. I met another ODT'er yesterday in the woods. True story.
Not sure if this constitutes as scary enough for this thread but it sure freaked me out. Let me know what you think, or if I'm just retarded. I'm back at the same spot today so wish me luck 🤞
Years ago in the 80s a friend of mine was hunting in National Forest on the river in Oglethorpe county. With his stepson and a friend. At dusk his stepson had to came out of the woods. They had to go get him. When they got to him said he saw something walking upright through the woods. He said it was so big he was scared to shoot it. And to scared to get out of the tree. His stepson went back in those woods again.
I took my daughter and some of her beautiful giggly friends camping at jacks river right around Halloween. They were in a big tent in the middle of a site next to the river. The surrounding campsites and the river was ours it was awesome. We had caught a bunch of trout and I was making fillets with a Rambo 3 knife (sounds silly but its actually a great spatula and primo for chopping and skinning) down stream when two handsome young men pulled up in a slick pickup and began talking to the girls. I walked up on the opposite side of the truck. I think the darkness and river noise masked my approach. When I got a foot or so away i put the knife in my mouth and started to take my rubber gloves off so I could shake hands in a proper manner- some chunks of fish guts and blood spattered onto the drivers face arm and steering wheel. In unison the boys looked at the guts then at me I was trying to muster my best clear loud Whatssssssup but obviously with the big knife in mouth and blood flinging it seemed unfriendly. The driver hit the gas - a rooster tail of mud and leaves sprayed up on to me the girls and our campsite - we never saw them handsome young men again but a pair of really nice DNR fellas came the next morning.
yeah this might have caused some drippage bro. its dark out too............ ive heard to many stories about
"hunters" getting shot at on purpose by other hunters.
