Camping scare stories.

[ricksconnected]

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.

thats to funny.

 

[ricksconnected]

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 know a couple kayakers that got shot at several times upon lanier a few yrs back.
shots came close too they say. nothing cops can do really.

 

[Black Mountain Industries]

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.

Don't you know you're not supposed to whistle in the woods while it's dark? In some lore, it is a means of summoning dark spirits.

 

[47thGARBB]

Don't you know you're not supposed to whistle in the woods while it's dark? In some lore, it is a means of summoning dark spirits.

Welp wish I would have known that then...

I suppose if I stop replying to this thread, then the phantom squatch/skinwalker/dogman/goatman got me.

 

[lostchild]

Another one I just remembered...
Long ago a group of us decided to go 'coon hunting one night.
This one guy had a few good dogs that would run a 'coon 'til it got treed.
So, we're on an undeveloped part of the island, sitting, drinking liquor and listening to the music of the hounds baying (our idea of hunting) in the distance. In a dense patch of woods near us we began to hear something that sounded like a person trying to move quietly through the dead leaves. Shine lights over there, movement stops. Yell to see if anyone there, no response. Never see anything. Noise continues.
Now we're starting to get nervous. Try to get one our group to go investigate, no takers.
Guy calls the dogs, they return. Walking (?) noise continues. He sics the dogs on it. They run into the woods a little ways, then start yelping and come running back out with tails between their legs like something had scared them.
We load the dogs up and get out of Dodge.
Never have figured out what it was.

 

[Please Delete]

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.

Love Jack's River. Haven't been up there in years. We used to jump off the top to the pools in the 90's. Some of my favorite backpacking trips were up around Jack's River and the Chattooga River trail.

 

[lesgobrandon]

Nothing scary has ever really occurred while camping. I mean if you don't count your youngest waking you up in the middle of the night saying they are going to vomit. You rushing to get them a plastic bag, hoping they will be able to hold it until up get to them. Thankfully they get it all in the bag... then you start gagging, not because of the sound of your child throwing up, but because of the smell.

The next morning the other scout leaders laughing at you, because the entire camp site heard you almost puking with your child.

If your kid says they only had 2 smores, they had 4 or 6...