Wierd things you have seen in the woods.

I been diggin the thread over the years, but its weird not wierd.

I got a special wilderness permit to go into an area in the mountains in CA where they hadn't allowed foot traffic in, in twenty years. There were no trails. It was myself and two other Marines and we did it in exchange for seeing if there was a rare kind of trout in the streams up there. I guess the forest service didn't have anyone who wanted to do it. I'm not sure I was set up with this by a friend. Anyway we hiked for two days with no trails using just a map and compass and on the second day we walked around this huge cliff to find a full on cabin with a lawn and solar power and washer and dryer the whole nine yards all built into the rock face of the cliff. You couldn't see it from above so it had gone unoticed for years. We talked to the guy that lived there and he said we were the first people he had seen hike in, in 14 years. He was a retired helicopter pilot and he had flown all the equipment in by helo. He was squatting on federal land and knew it but didn't seem worried. He said he hikes out every two weeks for supplies by a different route then we came in and he showed it to us. We used that route to get back as he had a trail beaten down so the walking was easier. All in all it was pretty cool. The trout the forest service was looking for were in the creeks so it is still closed to foot travel and we never told the forest service about the old helicopter pilot so I would bet he is still out there.

When I was 8 years old and living in Theinsville, WI, this would have been in 1964. There were some woods running along the backyards of all the houses on our side of the street, they weren't very deep but to me and my friends at that age they were wilderness. One night a friend of mine that lived at the end of the street was sleeping over, my Mom had taken the cushions off the living room couch and put them on the floor to set up an area for us to "camp out" in the living room. Of course we were having great fun in the dark talking, playing with our toy Matchbox cars etc. It was pretty late and I went towards the kitchen to get a drink of water, as I passed by the dining area that had big windows that looked out onto the backyard where we had a cement patio area I saw this "thing" that was all lit up standing on that patio. It seemed to me to be some sort of robot or machine about 8 feet tall and tall and rectangular with all sorts of lights blinking off and on all over it. I froze and just stared at it in terror for a few moments afraid to move. I remember turning around and going right back to the front of the house into the living room where my friend was and I just remember him asking what was wrong and I just said nothing but we should go to sleep cause it was late. I never mentioned what I saw to anyone until just now.

hehe in the middle of nowhere , texas? eheh

took us 3 days to get back to the truck . the guy was out of it i figured he fucked off when i showed him a big ass skinnin knife and asked how he was, i definitely would have helped him but he didnt repond and then was gone as fast as he showed .




another wierd thing we saw was what looked like a brown bear run right across the trail in front of me, the ground shook as it crossed the trail, i just about shit myself lol those things can move man@!

I have had many hours enjoyment reading this thread and appreciate the time it’s taken for posters to add their story and thus decided to post one of mine. Funny enough this is totally true.

In Wiltshire, England UK, not too far from Stonehenge is an ancient hill top fort. I used to go rabbit hunting in the woods and fields around this area.

Over the months, my hunting partner, a kid, and I had a number of ‘slightly strange’ experiences in that area. But we’d just put it down to illegal night time hunters’ paranoia!

Until the last night we ever went hunting there:
At night, around 2am, we’d been in this field a number of times and the first thing we did was to see where the horses were. It was nearly a full moon so without even using our high powered torches we could see the 3 or 4 horses all standing together in at the end of the field. On the far right. The back of this field had a row of bushes and shrubs, an English hedgerow, about 1000 yards long. This defined the field from the ancient hill top fort.

Confident we’d not accidentally shoot a poor horse, we looked over to the left of the field, away from the horses. It was a very bright night and even without our torches on, we could see the little white flash of fur on the rabbits butts as they hoped merrily around the edge of the field some 200 yards away.

Our mission was to hunt and kill any poor rabbit rotting to bits from myxomatosis.

We were about to stalk our way closer to the rabbits when we both froze as something caught our attention. We have spoken about this incidence since the event and this is the version we both agreed on with 100% unison.

Along the row of bushes and shrubs at the edge of the field we saw a huge ‘shadow’. It was about 250 yards away and it was huge, as least as big as an elephant (or even 2 or 3 elephants) and it was physically pushing against the shrubs and bushes like some massive wind blast.

The moonlit night was so dead calm silent and quiet and without the slightest hint of a breeze so seeing some force push back bushes and the hedgerow with such blatant force was gob smacking, to say the least. More so the accompanying total silence.

This huge shadow thing moved along the hedgerow from left to right quite slowly. Jogging pace for some 500 yards. Somehow we both felt it was ‘showing off’. Meaning we both in retrospect believe it went along the row of shrubs deliberately pushing against them, showing us how much physical energy this ‘invisible’ thing had.

The moment this shadow reached the far right corner where the horses were, all hell broke loose.

The silent night was smashed by all the horse doing mad horse screeching noises and the thunderous sound of wild spooked horses galloping around the moonlit field.

Then I saw one of the horses come galloping straight towards us. We both saw the horse was almost covered in a huge semi transparent blanket that laboured his movement. As the horse thundered up to us it was apparent that shadow thing was now the horse.

The horse stopped inches from us and we were both utterly totally frozen. The horse was totally covered in sweat, dripping in sweat like after a long race or more like it had just been dipped in oil. Thick shaving foam like stuff was pouring from his teeth baring gasping mouth. I remember the look in the horse’s eyes. It looked like the poor thing was dying, like it was burning up within. The eyes and face were all pulled back in look of utter terror, bizarrely with a look of ‘help’...

I am sad in myself that I could not handle this experience. I was just frozen in terror, like that sleep paralysis or something.

If I’d not seen that shadow thing, and the horses just freaked out and one came stampeding towards me I’d have been prepared. First I would have shone my powerful torch right in his eyes, and if that didn’t stop him I’d have given that psycho horse a right good smack on the nose with the heavy club-like torch!

But seeing the shadow move the bushes, the hedgerow, then hit the horses, seeing the one almost slow motion run to us, covered in the thick heavy mud like invisible blanked stuff was off my coping scale.

And thus I was frozen, the poor kid hunting partner was shaking behind my back, the distressed horse was clawing at the ground, and I was simply immobilized by my total and utter fear.

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Very cool story! We're in the general area, and yeah - we've heard the thunderbird stories. Supposedly some cowboys killed one more than a century ago near Tombstone and Lake Elizabeth. Locals said it had preyed on cattle for years. They said it had a wingspan of 160 feet.

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Greatest thread in glp history. If trinity had a dollar for every time someone read this thread....

I've never told anyone what I saw. I hinted to my (at the time) wife but she thought I was joking and I left it at that.

I was fishing along the PM on a weekday morning, probably early June. The water was a bit high and cloudy because of previous rain, but I had already taken a day off and decided to try anyways. Hadn't seen another person that morning, probably due to poor conditions. Daydreaming and I heard something across the river and about 100 feet upstream from me. See two guys making their way through the brush. Unusual because the trail is only on my side of the river at this point and the brush is thick and nasty. Odd to walk over there. Whatever.

I'm facing more or less downstream watching my fly drift. I suddenly get that feeling of being watched. I look up and am startled to see both these guys standing right across the river from me up on the bank. Now, I'm five feet out in the river (waders) and the river is no more than 25 feet wide so they're 20 feet or less from me. My instant thought was, how in the world did they move that fast in that thick stuff, and how did I not hear them.

A bit startled, I muster a "good morning gents" but they don't say a word. Just stare. I am not one to cower so I make eye contact and spit out "can I help you?". They totally ignore me but keep staring at me, now I see real malice on their faces. Then one turns to the other and says something like "we can't take him". I go on high alert. I have a CPL and carry a .380 Super under my fishing vest.

They both look at me again, and suddenly I realize this isn't two guys I'm looking at. It's something evil, yet very real. The sensation is impossible to describe. So much more than a fear of just death.

They suddenly "melt" together into one much larger being, still human in form, and almost simultaneously there's a buzzing in the air and I'm basically paralyzed. What I can only describe as a wrinkle in the air opens and they are "sucked" in. Think of heat waves on blacktop. Some sort of distortion.

I knew that only my faith saved me that day, I think they were hunting quite literally for souls.

I don't care if you believe me, go hike along Sanborn creek, or the Baldwin river, or the PM on some quiet day. By yourself. Don't bother taking a gun, you'll be too scared to use it if you're unlucky enough to see what I did.

A naked guy, a used condom, a car, and a refrigerator. Not at the same time. All on different occasions.