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Yes. Was camping outside (no tent) near a barn in the woods. Would be dead asleep and the dog would wake me up barkin her head off at stuff. That’s a heart attack right there. ?? Well one time she did it, I woke up and saw something run off down the trail. Scared me to death. I said fuck that I’m out-went inside the enclosed barn and went back to sleep. I think it was a deer. Yes I had my 30-30 and a Glock 22 with me. |
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Quoted: I was doing a section hike last fall. It was day five,a Friday. I was looking forward to spending the night in a lean to and shitting in a privy instead of a hole in the ground. I get to the lean to and set up my stuff and am getting ready to make dinner when this guy walks in from the opposite direction on the trail, drops his gear and pops his first cold one. No arranging gear, right to the beer. The ensuing conversation didn't make me feel any better, he was the lead guy in a group coming an hour away to party at the lean-to. I didn't care about sharing the lean-to, first arrival doesn't get to claim the lean-to for themselves. But I'd seen maybe four people on the trail all week and wanted a good night's sleep to hike the next day. I didn't want to deal with a party crowd. This guy had alarm bells going off in my head. Finally I made an excuse, packed up my gear and ran for the nearest road crossing. On my way there I passed another large group headed to the lean-to carrying coolers and camping gear. I asked them if they were the other guys group and they said no, they were just headed to the lean-to to party. I told them they would have to share it with the first guys group. Sometimes you just have to listen to the little voices in your head when they warning you, and that guy had them working overtime Sound like it was a rendezvous with Dirty Mike and the boys for a soup kitchen |
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Quoted: Back in the late 90s as a 19-20 year old, went solo off the trails at Bar-K conservation area in Missouri. Had my poncho hootch set up, nice small fire going, settled in for a nice night and started hearing drums and chanting from somewhere. Didn’t see any light through the woods like a bonfire, so I noped on out of there. 20 some odd years later, I assume I got spooked by hippies. I’ve been to Bar-K. Found the best campsite there approx 25 years ago. |
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Quoted: I’ve been to Bar-K. Found the best campsite there approx 25 years ago. Quoted: Quoted: Back in the late 90s as a 19-20 year old, went solo off the trails at Bar-K conservation area in Missouri. Had my poncho hootch set up, nice small fire going, settled in for a nice night and started hearing drums and chanting from somewhere. Didn’t see any light through the woods like a bonfire, so I noped on out of there. 20 some odd years later, I assume I got spooked by hippies. I’ve been to Bar-K. Found the best campsite there approx 25 years ago. Are you part of a drum circle? 
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Quoted: No One thing I learned with wilderness solo camping is you need to be mentally prepared. Your mind will fuck with you and you’ll freak yourself out if you let it. Control your fear. 100% of Sasquatch encounters are the result of runaway imaginations where people allow their emotions to skew what they see and hear. A snapping twig when you are alone at night and frightened is interpreted totally different than that same snapping twig in daylight surrounded by friends.  Does your mind project thermal imaging, because that's a neat trick. |
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I prefer solo backpacking/flyfishing trips. I've gotten some strange vibes before, but nothing weird enough to make me un-ass the area. I see maybe 2-3 other people over a weekend out where I like to go. Usually I see no one at all until I get close to the trail head. What's the matter, OP? You watch Missing 411 too many times? 
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| Only once I took a vacation week and went down to the Straights of Magellan while I was sleeping I was woken up by voices nearby. They were close enough I could hear them but I do not think they knew I was there. I was fairly concealed and never activated a light but they go close enough that I could hear their steps. They were searching for something and were talking loud enough they were giving away their position along with flashlights aiming all over the place. So if they were going to attack me I had the advantage of surprise and ambush on them. It was fairly odd experience and I cannot make heads or tails why they were in that area. Once they moved on enough that I could make noise and pack up I got out before sun up and moved to a new location. |
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Quoted: What ? Quoted: Quoted: .....well, I shot one with my .30-30 about ten years ago. Damn thing spewed a big ass blood trail for over a mile...  What ? yeah, I think that might deserve more than two sentences. If you're gonna tell a bigfoot story, tell a bigfoot story.
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Quoted: Only once I took a vacation week and went down to the Straights of Magellan while I was sleeping I was woken up by voices nearby. They were close enough I could hear them but I do not think they knew I was there. I was fairly concealed and never activated a light but they go close enough that I could hear their steps. They were searching for something and were talking loud enough they were giving away their position along with flashlights aiming all over the place. So if they were going to attack me I had the advantage of surprise and ambush on them. It was fairly odd experience and I cannot make heads or tails why they were in that area. Once they moved on enough that I could make noise and pack up I got out before sun up and moved to a new location. "Damn it Jimmy, I knew I left the bags of money and dope around here someplace" 
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| Happened to me about 10 years ago. I had just renewed my scientific collecting permits and went by myself to the Peloncillo Mts to study snakes. I had been to this mountain many times but had never hiked this particular spot, which was located only a couple of miles from the US / Mexico border. I arrived late in the evening and set up camp. I normally hike the canyons at night since many snakes are nocturnal, but I was tired and decided to rest the first night. About 3am I woke up because I needed to urinate and noticed an odd noise. When I stepped outside my tent, I was like "WTF"? There was an arroyo roughly 30ft from my tent and a steady stream of illegal aliens were using it to navigate in the dark. I could not go back to sleep and waited a couple of hours until the sun was about to come up, packed up my stuff, then moved my camp to a spot that I am more familiar with. |
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Dawson Forest started life as a testing facility for the Lockheed Martin Corporation in the 1960s. This area was used to test the development of the Nuclear-powered aircraft, and later used simply for open air testing to determine the effects of Ionizing radiation on various items. We used to camp at Dawson Forest so we could see the deer with a leg growing out of its back. |
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Quoted: No One thing I learned with wilderness solo camping is you need to be mentally prepared. Your mind will fuck with you and you’ll freak yourself out if you let it. Control your fear. 100% of Sasquatch encounters are the result of runaway imaginations where people allow their emotions to skew what they see and hear. A snapping twig when you are alone at night and frightened is interpreted totally different than that same snapping twig in daylight surrounded by friends. i had a deer messing around my tent when I was younger. I was convinced I was going to be eaten by a bear or some father raper or something. I figured it wasn't a father raper when it had disappeared by the time i got the tent unzipped and looked outside. Thought it was gone and fell back to sleep and still wasn't quick enough so I stayed up with flashlight in hand after that and finally saw a little old doe that I was convinced was a 700 lb grizzly or something. Shit is loud when you are alone in a tent. |
| Only once. I was camping in far north Georgia and up the trail from me was some people in a camper that were living in the national forest and following the trout trucks around for food. They were creepy. I am glad I had my German Shepard. I only spent 1 night in that location |
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Quoted: We camped at some ruins of a house in the Santa Cruz Mountains. There was a Prusik knot that you could climb up onto a tree with. Weird carvings and bottle caps pounded into the tree. Weird vibe there. Ran into some hippie types. We scared them off. This was years ago. |
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Quoted: So, German Shepard Python? Quoted: Quoted: Nope. The majority of the population are too fucking fat and lazy to hike into places where I camp. If I hear something odd it's usually a nosy ass black bear, a mountain lion, or elk, or once in a very rare blue moon a moose. One spot I tend to hike into quite often is nice, I can hide my vehicle and cover it properly so nobody notices it if anyone happened to come up there, and only two people know where the car is outside myself, wife and the local wildlife officer that backpacks the same area a bunch on patrols. I rely heavily on my GSP and her senses to let me know if anything is getting close. That nose on her is seriously amazing. So, German Shepard Python? I'm going to guess German shorthair pointer. See avatar for details. 
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Quoted: Sounds like the wiggies house lol. Had some weird shit happen around there in the 80's back by the dam off Almaden road. Definitely some weirdos up there back then. Quoted: Quoted: We camped at some ruins of a house in the Santa Cruz Mountains. There was a Prusik knot that you could climb up onto a tree with. Weird carvings and bottle caps pounded into the tree. Weird vibe there. Ran into some hippie types. We scared them off. This was years ago. |
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I think I have told this story here before, so here is the short version. Car camping solo with my dog in Northern AZ woods. Camp is all setup and I am enjoying a beer when a older jeep built for rock crawling drives by and stops in front of my camp. 4 sets of eyes take in my whole camp for a 10-15 seconds then slowly drive off without a word or a smile. Close to midnight I am going to hit the sack when I see a flashlight about 100 yards off in the woods. I never would have seen it if I hadn't just got up and moved toward my vehicle. It just so happened that my vehicle was pointed in the same direction and I had a 20k lumen light bar. I turned on the light bar within 10 seconds of seeing the light and it immediately turns off once my light goes on. That was enough for me and threw everything in my rig in record time and drove back to Phoenix getting home around 3am. |
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I left a campsite once because it was up on a mountain with one long windy road in, and after I set camp and was hiking up to scout the area a huge thunderstorm rolled in. I decided to turn around and pack my gear instead of hanging around on a mountain and potentially being stuck in a wildfire trying to navigate the road down. Due to noises? Nah. Natures out there and it makes noises. We had a small deer pass through camp once and it sounded like a drunk stumbling through the woods, and later we had a herd of elk walking through the shallow water of the edge of the lake that sounded like there had to be a million of them out there. Even squirrels sound louder than you think they would when you are out and about in the woods. |
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Quoted: I think I have told this story here before, so here is the short version. Car camping solo with my dog in Northern AZ woods. Camp is all setup and I am enjoying a beer when a older jeep built for rock crawling drives by and stops in front of my camp. 4 sets of eyes take in my whole camp for a 10-15 seconds then slowly drive off without a word or a smile. Close to midnight I am going to hit the sack when I see a flashlight about 100 yards off in the woods. I never would have seen it if I hadn't just got up and moved toward my vehicle. It just so happened that my vehicle was pointed in the same direction and I had a 20k lumen light bar. I turned on the light bar within 10 seconds of seeing the light and it immediately turns off once my light goes on. That was enough for me and threw everything in my rig in record time and drove back to Phoenix getting home around 3am. |
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Quoted: yeah, I think that might deserve more than two sentences. If you're gonna tell a bigfoot story, tell a bigfoot story. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: .....well, I shot one with my .30-30 about ten years ago. Damn thing spewed a big ass blood trail for over a mile... What ? yeah, I think that might deserve more than two sentences. If you're gonna tell a bigfoot story, tell a bigfoot story. i really hope he tells us about this because I've never heard this before on this site. |
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I was solo camping on a sandbar on the Mississippi River a few years ago and kept waking up and hearing large flocks of something flying over me at very low altitude. From the sound they were obviously very large birds but they were not making any sounds other than the sound their wings were making. Was kind of strange because ducks and geese are always talking shit but these dudes were not saying word. It was a dark overcast night and I looked out of the tent a couple times but couldn't see them. Wasn't something that would make me leave but it was strange hearing them all night and not being able to figure out what they were. Next morning there were hundreds, maybe thousands, of Pelicans on the edge of the sandbar that were migrating south. |
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Van-camping in remote CO/UT (Canyon of the Ancients) one time. 2:30 am a 4x4 pickup drives down the 4x4 road that I was camped off of, stops, and just sits there for 10 minutes. 30' from my van. No cell service, nobody around for many miles. At that point, I had the clarity of thought..... I'm buying a handgun. As soon as the truck left, I packed up and got tf out of there. https://www.google.com/maps/place/37 |
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In the rockies on a motorcycle trip. Woke up in the dead of night with an almost unbelievable sense of dread/things aren't right. Got out of my tent, and my two buddies are waking or woke up. I asked them if anything woke them up, they said no, we all just sprang awake late at night. Decided fuck it, we'll move along a few miles because something wasn't right. Weird experience, to say the least. |
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Quoted: Went camping down in southern Indiana in Hoosier National Forest way back in the woods. Hiked into a spot that looked like a house may have formerly been there, all that was left was a set of stairs. We setup camp not far from there and a little after dark we kept hearing weird noises and the sound of movement over by where they were. Stuck it out for the night, but we were creeped out. The weirdest thing was when we left the next morning we couldn't find the stairs again. https://www.historicmysteries.com/mysterious-stairs-forests-legends-history/ @sp3worker |
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Quoted: No One thing I learned with wilderness solo camping is you need to be mentally prepared. Your mind will fuck with you and you’ll freak yourself out if you let it. Control your fear. 100% of Sasquatch encounters are the result of runaway imaginations where people allow their emotions to skew what they see and hear. A snapping twig when you are alone at night and frightened is interpreted totally different than that same snapping twig in daylight surrounded by friends. I never spooked off a camp, car camping or legit hike camping, but that thing about letting your imagination get to you did happen to me once. I was hunting with my brother. Lil Bro left me at my overlook and he continued up the mountain. I settled in, making a rough ground blind. About an hour later I'm scanning and i think i can see a blond fellow, leaning against a tree. Hat, blond hair, plaid shirt, best i could tell. He's leaning against a tree and appears to be in a pose one would take while casually smoking. This place we liked to go was up in the nosebleeds. It took an hour just to trudge up to. I'm thinking no way some smoker hiked up here, he'd be coughing up a lung, but there he was. I normally don't get up from a good stand until after legal light, but after watching this guy an hour i did. Figured he was fucking up my hunting anyway. Soon as i stood, he started to not look like a man. Moved over just a few feet more and he was not a man. From my seated place in that stand, " He" was an amalgamation of limbs, fall colored leaves, rock and a vivid imagination. I felt like a moron. |
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Quoted: Always listen to your intuition. Love the wilderness, but always feel very uneasy alone in the woods at night. Always psych myself out and feel like something is creeping up on me, and I feel the need to look behind me every 15 seconds. Finding an abandoned meth lab near where I go certainly didn't help Maybe I need to get a dog or some NODs |
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Quoted: We used to camp at Dawson Forest so we could see the deer with a leg growing out of its back. Quoted: Dawson Forest started life as a testing facility for the Lockheed Martin Corporation in the 1960s. This area was used to test the development of the Nuclear-powered aircraft, and later used simply for open air testing to determine the effects of Ionizing radiation on various items. We used to camp at Dawson Forest so we could see the deer with a leg growing out of its back.
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Deep in Mexico with my dad back in 1976. I was 13. We were setting up camp, a Mexican with a black powder muzzle loader came up, told my dad he would guard us if we payed him. Dad said "no". When the guy left we packed our camp and went somewhere else several miles away to camp. |
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I did have this feeling recently in Nevada and about 40 illegals were being mule-driven by a few SJW types and the coyotes. I saw some movement off in the distance in the evening across the desert soon after we setup our site. I went to high ground and observed them approaching our camp, next to a spring. The SJW female-type got my attention and I brought the two dogs and my P226 on my side to see what they wanted. She told me we needed to immediately leave the area, go somewhere else to camp or she couldn’t guarantee our safety. I told her tell us where we leave the bodies and she backed out of our camp and they went over a hill about a mile away. I contacted BLM and they didn’t seem to care but these assholes never came close to us after that encounter. Their destination seemed to be Utah and they had vehicle support as well. I think something is really off with a large group of Hispanics just hiking through the Arizona into Nevada deserts. They wanted my spring but nope! Not this time Al-whateverthefucktheywere. |
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Quoted: Deep in Mexico with my dad back in 1976. I was 13. We were setting up camp, a Mexican with a black powder muzzle loader came up, told my dad he would guard us if we payed him. Dad said "no". When the guy left we packed our camp and went somewhere else several miles away to camp. A member here and I were out in the desert shooting. Some dudes pulled up in a truck. They sized us up then split. Not a camping story. They were sizing us up. Holsters on our hips and cop demeanor changed whatever they were looking for. Still have their plates. |
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My ex and I used to meet a small group of old friends, and go camping every summer in the same area, on the banks of the Mohican river. We got there late in the afternoon, and got started setting up camp. One friend briefly wanders down to riverbank, and walks back shaking his head. "Man, this place used to be so unspoiled. Now some asshole has dumped a big pile of old rags in the bushes right by the river." It got dark pretty quickly after our arrival. We made a fire and had a really laid-back evening of grilling, eating and drinking, and retelling old stories until it was quite late. There was nothing threatening in the darkness, but just a very odd feeling that something was slightly off. Got up the next morning, and the girls started making coffee and breakfast. (Yeah, we're old school, and we all like it). The guys went down to the riverbank, and one suddenly says very soberly, "You need to look at this". We go over to where he's standing, right by 'bundle or rags' in the bushes. Then we saw what he was staring at: a dessicated arm sticking out of the rotting cloth. The police were called, and the highway patrol, local police, and county sheriff all show up. About three hours later, the coroner arrives and collects the body. It turns out to be a sad story: the victim was an elderly man who had suffered from dementia. He wandered away from home in the dead of winter, and was never found until our group did, seven months later. He had evidently gotten lost, and froze to death. |