Wierd things you have seen in the woods.

I hunt a lot near my house during archery season.

I usually am pretty fearless of woods in the dark. But every once in a while I get this freaked out feeling ... like something is there or watching you. The kind of feeling that makes you want to rush to your stand site and at least get up your tree for some comfort.

Well anyways long story short, 15 minutes from downtown Pittsburgh. I got out a few evenings in a row and every time I was freaking out walking out of the woods in the dark. I felt like something was watching me. Something just was "off" about it. I can't say what made me do it, but I refused to use my light figuring if someone was trying to follow me or something, a flashlight is a dead giveaway. So I snuck back home quietly and following good trails.

A few days later, I was driving home from work (after dark) and I see two small yearling deer BOLT across the road like they were completely panic stricken. I never have seen a deer run like this other than when your shooting a firearm and they have that "WTF RUN" where they take off and get the hell out of there. I slow down thinking there may be another one behind them and I don't want to cream it with my truck.

Sure enough another deer comes from behind them. Except ... well ... it wasn't a deer. It was a 60-70lbs cat. Maybe a mountain lion. This was 500 yards from my house. So I fly home, tell the family, told my grandparents who live down there to keep an eye on the dog, etc.

Everyone said I was nuts.



Two or three weeks later, a witness saw them in an alley of a VERY residential area. The game commission came out and confirmed the tracks to be a 150+lbs mountain lion.

FWIW - By my house would be a prime area for a passing predaator to sit tight. A lot of game, very thick woods, and vines/briars that are nearly non-passable.






Other than that, the only other weird things I have seen were people who shouldn't be that far back in the woods that surprise you. But people are idiots and never notice you up in a tree ... so I can't say I ever worry about random people being in the woods lol.

Is that you Robert Morgan?

A friend and I were walking a trail just above a river and decided to go lower down to walk along river edge. I don't know why we picked that particular place to drop down to the river because it was one of the thickest with trees and brush but that's where we chose. Across from that spot, on the far bank, are some waterfalls and we could hear them from the high trail.

Next to the river, and hidden from trail above, was a large, natural, flat rock alter maybe 20 ft square. There were large rocks on it forming pentagon, melted white candles all over and blood. There was quite a bit of blood in natural pockets of the rock alter.

When I got home I called the S.O. and they told me that they didn't investigate "devil worshiping" even with the presence of blood! I knew several deputies so called one of them at home who told me that one of our judges was allegedly the head of the devil worshiping ring and it was he who got the sheriff to stop investigating such things.

It pissed me off so my friend and I went back and threw all the pentagram rocks in the river and wrote messages to the assholes on the natural alter.

Have no idea if the blood was human or animal. The day we were walking was at end of March. Apparently March 21st is a big ritual night.

No way my friend...I know several nice hillbillies! We do like the stereotype though, because it keep the city folks away from our pristine wilderness...

I live in a paradise, and many "stereotypers" are afraid of us and would never consider moving here! Yeeeehaaaaw!!

Once I was walking on some railroad tracks that went thru the woods near my house. I had my dog with me and it was near dusk. As we walked along, I suddenly heard some low mumbling coming from the brush near the road. I believe my dog (a loyal 90lb Doberman) heard the noise but didn't seem to care. It sound exactly how you would expect a leprechaun or a troll to make, like mumbling in a strange language. The sound was low to the ground, like something short and small. I just kept walking and more or less ignored it. It totally tripped me out, I didn't see any thing, but I didn't imagine it either. I have heard porcupines can make a mumbling sound that can seem like human noises and that would explain it. My dog may have realized it was porcupine and new better than to mess around from previous encounters. Then again this was near the tunnels of Cape Horn in Colfax California famous for being one of the toughest spots to put the transcontinental rail line thru, supposedly cursed because of all the people that died there, blasting away the cliffside. It's an eery place anyway.

The woods came to life early one morning. A small village of forest animals, gatherd around for a feast of corn. Blue jays, larks, squirrels, chipmunks, taking turns gathering food, and scampering to and fro. I watch from a point above them, looking across a small footpath that sloped gently down the side of a thickly forested hill. There were a few lines of sight from my angle so I could see it.

The daylight now sets in, and about an hour or so after dawn breaks, I watch an unforgettable scene unfold.

A shadowy figure circles above. High up above the pine tree tops, the figure moves from my sight. A length of time then passes, and the woods have seemed to grow quieter. Out of nowhere to my left, about 50 yards away, I watch this winged figure descend from above in a straight line, and then bank sideways at the last minute before hitting the ground.

Now the show starts. It's movements towards me are like a finely tuned machine. I'm watching it dart rhythmically with short bursts of its wings; every thrust propelling it diagonally in slightly opposite direction. Through narrow passages of thick sapling growth it instantly, effortlessly finds its path. Each time its wing burst would fade, it would then push off again, only inches from the ground, and completely silent except for the occasional wing-burst ... 'WHHIP'...

It approaches me, astonishingly enough, to within 5 feet of my face and at head level. I could now see every detail of it's feathers, claws, and it's beautiful color. At this very same moment, it now turns it head to look at me, and looks me square in the eyes as if to say 'WATCH' ... right before banking hard left at a perpendicular angle away from me.

At this point it's flying directly away from my field of vision, making its final descent down the slope towards the corn village. Only 2 more diagonal wing flaps before it hits the village. 'WHIP', 'WHIP' on the 2nd one, now transforming its body position. Just like leveraging a throwing knife, it swings the bottom half of its body with talons outstretched in front of it ... while spreading out its wings to engulf and block my field of view of the corn pile.

Alas, the final moment of impact.

It was precisely at this moment that synchronicity increased further. Now, directly in the pine tree above the village, a messenger of Spirit arrived and landed atop the tree ... letting out 3 distinct bellows with his head raised to the skies above. 'CAW! CAW! CAW!' ... heralding and maybe honoring the passing of Spirit.

Unfortunately, the village animals had been utterly distracted by the feast and never noticed the silent invader, but I had a front row seat. The little birds had squawked, and squirrels shrieked with surprise. Given they did not stop for 20 minutes, I had assumed it was a squirrel.

The predator in this scene was a Perigran Falcon. The messenger was the Crow.

It was an amazingly intelligent, natural, earthly display of the bird on it's hunt; and seemingly a 'pre-meditation' from beginning to end.

Yet, it was truly a message about instinct ... and to follow it. Use your intuition.

For human beings, this is not a message of hurting or taking the life of another Being,
but to honor your God-given instincts. Know your strengths, practice and perfect YOUR Art.

Nature, in this case, had taken a page out of the Bhagavad Gita for me.

There are beginnings and endings for us on Earth ... but ultimately, this isn't the case.

The CIRCLE of Life continues and Nature knows that better than we do:)

This is the greatest thread in GLP history.

Forest story #4:

I was in high school and I would spend a lot of time in the woods behind our house. My family actually lived in a suburb, but it was the north-most point of the suburb and was adjacent to privately owned property that was nothing but forest that stretched for miles. I thought it was awesome and I would walk through it all the time, and despite the fact that I was in a suburb with lots of kids, I never saw a SINGLE one of these kids go into the woods. I think this was just a testament to how boring and uninteresting kids are in contemporary society, they just sit around and play video games and never go outside.

Anyway, one day I was far in the woods, sitting against a tree and reading the book "Illusions" by Richard Bach. As I was sitting there, I looked over and saw an old lady in turn-of-the-century clothing, like Little House on the Prarie. She was wearing a long grayish dress with little flowers and a bonnet. She was gathering stuff from bushes near the ground.

I'm generally prone to over-imagination and I wondered if maybe she was a ghost. She eventually saw me and walked over to where I was sitting. She asked where I came from and I was embarrassed to say the name of the suburb (I guess because I was ashamed of living in a suburb) and so I just gestured in the general direction of my house.

She then showed me the plant she was picking, which she was collecting in a basket. She asked if I had seen it and she said its name, I can't remember the name but it was something like "blackroot", which is the name of this plant in that 80s movie Willow. I told her that I hadn't seen any of it and so she walked on, going about her business.

Later on I decided to follow her in the direction she had walked, but I was unable to find her.

Once I was walking in the woods and a tree fell in front of me.
I did not hear it.

I go for walks in wooded sections in my suburban area and apparently I stumbled upon a homo hook-up spot. I move silently in the woods and out of the corner of my eye I see a guy standing against a tree and another guy kneeling in front of him. In a flash I figured out what was going on and started to get out of there, which made noise, which caused them to startle and go crashing out of the woods like two frightened deer. Ugh.

Recently, flashes of blue light, on two separate occasions.

No clue what it was.

fuck! whoa!

Santa-Cruz mtns, a glow-in-the-dark tree, pieces of which we carried as 'torches' to help find the way back out, as it had become VERY dark! Before stumbling upon this mystery light source, you couldn't even see your hand in front of your face.

Keep em coming!

Wow, thanks! My first pin too.

quiet likely the little girl didnt hear you because she was deaf

Kinda sinister that Ohio state passes laws about wht colour clothes a person must wear. Also kind of sinister that buddy thinks it wierd for a person to walk about unarmed.

As I said on page three, a lot of people I have met in the bush probably thought that I was a bit wierd.

In 1993 in the Army I was on patrol with two guys from my squad. We were up in the mountains in an undisclosed area in South Eastern Europe. It was night. Pitch black. We were pulling recon on a border checkpoint down at the base of the mountain.

As we moved our location I walked up on a scenic lookout area and there was a single car parked there. I was surprised to see pavement where we were as it wasn't shown on our strip map. I walked up to the car and there was one guy sitting in the drivers seat. It was so dark that you could hardly see your hand in front of your face but we all had night vision on. I went right up to the drivers window and looked in and saw some chick was going to town giving the guy a blow job. I nearly pissed my pants holding back laughter.

I motioned to my guys to come over. The three of us stood there watching the porno action wondering what we should do. We were less than a foot from this guy and he had no idea. So we took out our flashlights (with red lenses), turned them on and started pounding on the roof and windows. That dude screamed like something out of blair witch project. In hindsight it was probably because the chick bit his dick off. We scared the living shit out of them. I don't think I ever laughed so hard in my life. And they didn't just let out a scream, they kept on screaming and going crazy trying to climb the seats and shit. They didn't know what to do.

We shut the lights off and stepped a few feet away and they kept on screaming. Eventually the dude got that old European beater started and damn near went off the cliff trying to get out of there. Of course we chased them a little ways with our red lights. I bet those two still tell that story.

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Great thread.

In the California Sierras, there's the wreckage of a crashed military jet. The corpse of the pilot was taken out, but the plane was left because it was too difficult to move it out.

I hope you're trolling and that you're not really that batshit insane.

Yo Momma?

I went for a short hike by myself in a park and was on the trail for about a quarter of a mile and I heard something up the hill. When I looked I saw a man with his pants off. A flasher. I turned around and walked back and didn't look again but I could hear him.

BUMB LMFAO

i hate to ruin your thread, but I hate the woods, there was a wooded lot across from my home. When I was a small girl the neighbor boy, a teenager, would grab me off the dirt road I lived on, and proceed to take me into the woods by force and molest me.
it took me a long time before I stood up to that kid and told him no, he couldn't touch me anymore. Then he and his brothers would hide in the woods with beebee guns and shoot me when I would come outside, or get the mail.

I was a five year old little girl!

there are monsters in the woods.

The woods aren't to blame, it's your sorry ass parents or your overactive imagination since I've never heard of a five year old out running the streets by herself. I think you're full of dookie.

Bullshit Troll.

Are u survivor man (les stroud)?

Yes like that but imagine the entire inside walls and ceiling of an 8x10 shed covered like that.