Wierd things you have seen in the woods.

A flying squirrel. Squirrels, that fucking fly?!? Think about it.

Could be a beaver as they are active at times in the winter and could be feeding on trees at points above a snow pack.

Yes there are flying squirrels, they're a lot smaller than regular gray squirrels and they really do fly. I've been seeing them here in N.E.IL & S.E. WI
for about 12 years, had one land next to my head while bowhunting in a treestand last fall.

Yes there are flying squirrels, they're a lot smaller than regular gray squirrels and they really do fly. I've been seeing them here in N.E.IL & S.E. WI
for about 12 years, had one land next to my head while bowhunting in a treestand last fall.

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My back yard is partly wooded and I see all kinds of animals around here, particularly birds, since I put out seeds and other things for them to eat.
Yeserday was a bit weird, when I was sitting here at the computer and I heard a loud thump from the patio door, it sounded almost hard enough to break the glass.
I saw a hawk on the patio, and when I moved out of my chair, he flew away.
Then I went to the patio door and saw a dove laying under the side of the grill, his eye blinking spasmodically and blood spurting from his head.
Well now I know what happened, the hawk snatched the dove from the grape arbor, lost its grip and it smashed into the patio door, and if you know anything about hawks is that they hit their prey at 50-60 MPH, that's why it was so loud of an impact.
So, I left the dove there for about 5 Min.,and went back stealthily to see if he came back for his prey, and the dumbass hawk was standing at the patio door staring into the house looking for the dove, but the dead dove was laying about 36 inches behind him.
Apparently the hawk thought the dove went into the house, where he was looking until I spooked him.
I eventually took the dead dove out into the yard where a crow ate him.

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Walking through a forest in the Northwest and it was raining and I seen two kids dressed all in white sitting next to a pond.. they both looked very sad. The reason it is important noting that is was raining was because they did not appear to be wet... to make it stranger my dog didn't seem to notice them. They both gave me a long cold stare... I looked forward then back and walked about 10 feet then looked back and no one was there.

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.

I LOVE this thread!! It's like an old friend, showing up every once in awhile with lots of new stories.

Here's my story. It's not scary like the others, but it made a big impression on me at the time.

It was 1970 or 71. I was a "city girl" who had married into a "good ol' boy" family. Well, it was traditional for the family to go deer hunting together. The place where they would all congregate was called "French Camp", near Yosemite in California. Anyway, when all the guys would leave before dawn the women would stay in camp, usually go back to bed to get up again around 9 or 10 am, then putt around the camp until the guys would all come back in. The women really had no interest in hunting; I think the guys just brought us along to cook for them etc.

Anyway, this was pretty BORING for me, so one morning when the rest of the women went back to bed I decided to go for a walk. There was a little trail, and I figured as long as I stayed on the trail I could just turn around and get back to camp. I'd never been out in that much Nature at one time, so I was taking my time and looking at the plants and trees and stuff. I came around a bend in the trail, and looked ahead and realized I was looking into the eyes of a fawn. He/she still had a few spots left (which is how I figured out that it was a fawn). We just stood there looking at each other - about 10 feet apart. There was massive brush alongside both sides of the trail at that point, almost like a tunnel. Suddenly there was a sort of whistle, (must have been Mama) and the fawn bolted away. Having never seen anything larger than a German Shepherd dog, seeing that fawn really made an impression on me. It was my "secret" memory, and I was happy inside when the guys got "skunked" and came back deer-less - I couldn't imagine killing such a beautiful creature.

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