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Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. |
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Quoted: Which rez? I hate carrying if I have to go to Home Depot At Pavilions. I don't need legal problems. Quoted: Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. Gila River, south-east end of the Estrella Mts. I may or may not have been carrying, though it didn't matter, extremely eerie. I had been there once before with a couple of other guys, didn't get the eerie feeling that time. |
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Quoted: I still don't understand how it is considered part of the city of Atlanta Quoted: Quoted: We used to camp at Dawson Forest so we could see the deer with a leg growing out of its back. The leg? |
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Quoted: Gila River, south-east end of the Estrella Mts. I may or may not have been carrying, though it didn't matter, extremely eerie. I had been there once before with a couple of other guys, didn't get the eerie feeling that time. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. Gila River, south-east end of the Estrella Mts. I may or may not have been carrying, though it didn't matter, extremely eerie. I had been there once before with a couple of other guys, didn't get the eerie feeling that time. Trust your gut. |
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Quoted: Nope I've been on hunting trips by myself many times, I've been woken up by bears walking around the tent a few times, wolves howling, things like that aren't too unusual. Haven't shot any holes in the tent yet.  I've never really worried about it. Statistically speaking the odds of there being two serial killers inside of a few square miles at once is like winning the lottery. |
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Quoted: Yes. 8-9yrs ago in the Wilson creek area of the pisgah national forest. Cousin and I back packed in several miles and set up a primitive cap in a ravine as we were coyote hunting the area. We got there on a Friday afternoon set up camp hunted most of the night and the following day. It was weird as we didn’t see any sign of any life, we never even saw a squirrel, all the animal shit we saw was like way way old it was just weird feeling. I don’t even recall seeing any birds in the area. Shortly after dark on the second night a weird noise was way way off in the distance a noise I can’t describe. It was almost constant for hours while gradually getting closer. I’d guess it started at a mile or so off and the last time we heard it it was 11:30pm and it was maybe 4-500yards off (really hard to tell as we were in a ravine on the side of a mountain. About an hour later we heard it again and it was ear piercingly close and immediately something tore down through the ravine and went right by our camp site and up the other side of the ravine. Whatever it was broke several saplings on its way through. It moved so fucking fast through that ravine by the time I pulled my Hg and activated the light it was gone. Literally a second or two was all it took for whatever it was to cross the ravine. It felt like it came within 20yds of where we were sitting. After that we didn’t hear or see anything else and we were wide awake through daylight then we unassed the area. I have gone back to that general area a couple of times since but I’ll never go back to that ravine or even that particular fire road. That type of stuff is very scary but exciting. |
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Quoted: If you ever come to MI I'll bring you out to some spots in the woods. I like walking at night in the woods with no flashlight. All of your senses are amped up, you can hear a mouse fart. Quoted: Quoted: 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 If you ever come to MI I'll bring you out to some spots in the woods. I like walking at night in the woods with no flashlight. All of your senses are amped up, you can hear a mouse fart. Can you hear a zipper because that sounds like a date. 
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Quoted: Seriously, a member here and I have gotten some bad vibes. Some run ins. Trust your gut. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. Gila River, south-east end of the Estrella Mts. I may or may not have been carrying, though it didn't matter, extremely eerie. I had been there once before with a couple of other guys, didn't get the eerie feeling that time. Trust your gut. I did trust my gut, after the hour and a half drive out there, I got the hell outta Dodge! lol |
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Quoted: Which rez? I hate carrying if I have to go to Home Depot At Pavilions. I don't need legal problems. Quoted: Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. It is a bummer, there is some really beautiful AZ land that is on the rez that I would love to explore, but after a few experiences of my own and stories heard the only way I will see it is during daylight, with the cruise control set on the speed limit. |
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Quoted: It is a bummer, there is some really beautiful AZ land that is on the rez that I would love to explore, but after a few experiences of my own and stories heard the only way I will see it is during daylight, with the cruise control set on the speed limit. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. It is a bummer, there is some really beautiful AZ land that is on the rez that I would love to explore, but after a few experiences of my own and stories heard the only way I will see it is during daylight, with the cruise control set on the speed limit. What’s the deal with the reservations? |
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Quoted: I was out with a friend at night trail riding in his 4x4 truck. We stopped at on old strip mine that was full of water, friend wanted to fish. We had been there about 30 minutes when another truck pulls up, they park about ten yards from us, no one else around. My friend starts talking to them, I keep his truck between them and myself, my friend had his .22 rifle out and had been shooting when they pulled up. They couldn't see my hands so I had my .357 out down by my side ready to go. So one of the guys ask my friend what he was shooting and then asked if he could shoot it, I started whispering to my friend no,no, no, he just told him he was out of ammo. The guy went on to say they had driven a few stolen cars into the pit, that really got me worried. After a few minutes they left, my friend looked at me and said there was no way I was giving him that rifle, I then told him I had my .357 out the entire time. So we got back in his truck and got out of there. Yes, 2 legged animals are the ones that scare me the most!! You're liable to find them in the middle of nowhere which in itself can be unnerving, and then the way they act may not seem right. You don't want to over react and pull a gun on them and tell them to leave just because they're making you uneasy, but you also don't want them suddenly killing you before you ever had a chance to react. ************************************ That reminds me back in the 70's when a buddy and I were only 19, we were on a trail far into a National Forest when we came across a nature-hippie type older guy, maybe about 40, who was by himself camping in a lean-to. He had no weapon showing. We just happened to come across this guy in the clearing and stand there in front of him to say hello and converse a little with him before we said "bye" and walked off. But I had a rifle strapped on my back, and my buddy was in WW2 surplus military fatigues and black para-boots with a wire-stock M-1 carbine slung at his hip. We were too young to realize it at the time, but looking back I remembered the guy stuttered a little, seemed a bit nervous, and must have been shitting a brick until we said bye & walked off. LOL |
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Quoted: It is a bummer, there is some really beautiful AZ land that is on the rez that I would love to explore, but after a few experiences of my own and stories heard the only way I will see it is during daylight, with the cruise control set on the speed limit. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. It is a bummer, there is some really beautiful AZ land that is on the rez that I would love to explore, but after a few experiences of my own and stories heard the only way I will see it is during daylight, with the cruise control set on the speed limit. Years later, I went back to the same spot during the day. I was greeted by tribal police, who in no uncertain terms informed me I was on sacred ground. Told me he could confiscate the truck, escorted me out of the area. |
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Quoted: If you ever come to MI I'll bring you out to some spots in the woods. I like walking at night in the woods with no flashlight. All of your senses are amped up, you can hear a mouse fart. When I was late teens I used to walk around a lot at night w/o a light. I lived in the country and would go through the heavy brush of SoCal sometimes. Perhaps not that smart since I lived so close to the border. I'd do it on colder nights when snakes were not out. And stay far from houses. |
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Sort of a camping story. I was a young E4 doing a patrol op with a new 2LT and two squads in the jungles of Ft. Hood. I was the ranking NCO (jr NCO) in the group. This was the new butter bars first patrol and she insisted on doing the land nav. I spent the previous 3 months attached to a Cav Unit and knew the area we were in like the back of my hand. I had been working laying commo line and doing patrol drills for most of that 3 months. We had done a long 6 mile hump in the heat and the sun was dropping rapidly. LT pulled the map (this was pre GPS days) and pointed to a spot on the map that was our objective and resting spot for the night. Unfortunately, we were about 7 miles from there. She insisted it was over the next rise. We went over the next rise, found a clearing and set up for the night just inside the woodline. I insisted we use the radio to call a "no fire" for our location and she vetoed it. I knew the area we were holed up in as I had been there for 3 days the previous week. I respectfully and strenuously urged LT to di di the area as we are not where she thinks we are. We were on an arty range and things were about to get interesting. Less than 50 yards in the woods to our 6 was a company of 155mm artillery and mobile artillery. 5 big guns per group, 5 groups. At dinner, the LT was off at the field edge eating and logging in her journal. I advised my guys to hunker down after dark, stay by a tree, keep your earplugs in and hold on. About an hour after we eat and get settled, and I hear commotion behind us. Voices and mechanical sounds, tanks firing up their engines etc. I ran to the LT and told her to get down and stay down. The world erupted. The ground fell out from underneath me. 155mm guns started firing in volleys of 5 over our heads for the better part of an hour. LT never doubted me again. |
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Quoted: What’s the deal with the reservations? Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Not camping, but hiking at night looking for rattlesnakes. Drove an hour and a half to get to the spot, left after a few minutes. Eerie feeling like I was being watched. Didn't know it at the time, but I was on the rez. I don't need legal problems. It is a bummer, there is some really beautiful AZ land that is on the rez that I would love to explore, but after a few experiences of my own and stories heard the only way I will see it is during daylight, with the cruise control set on the speed limit. What’s the deal with the reservations? Tribal Police enforce whatever laws they want or dont want, arbitrarily, with the primary factor being if you are a member of the tribe, in remote areas, often out of cell phone reception with few to no witnesses. For example, I have a friend who has a ticket for doing 90+ mph on his Honda 250 dual sport ( tops out at like 68 mph, down hill, with a tailwind) framed on the wall in his garage from a rez cop |
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Quoted: Situations like that suck. There are bad people out there. Not camping, but back in the 90s shooting by myself. I was shooting a Garand and had a 1911 on my hip. Two Mexicans on 4 wheelers drove up and pulled right in between me and my targets and then began having a conversation. I pointed the Garand in the air, but the hair on the back of my neck felt like it stood up because my immediate feeling was that they saw I was there and what I was doing and they decided to mess with me in a passive aggressive manner. Not being sure of their intentions, I didn't flag them but left the safety off. And just stared at them. After awhile one looked at me (they ignored me up until then), nodded and waved. I nodded back but didn't wave, kept both hands on the rifle. Then they left. |
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Quoted: Sort of a camping story. I was a young E4 doing a patrol op with a new 1LT and two squads in the jungles of Ft. Hood. I was the ranking NCO (jr NCO) in the group. This was the new butter bars first patrol and she insisted on doing the land nav. I spent the previous 3 months attached to a Cav Unit and knew the area we were in like the back of my hand. I had been working laying commo line and doing patrol drills for most of that 3 months. We had done a long 6 mile hump in the heat and the sun was dropping rapidly. LT pulled the map (this was pre GPS days) and pointed to a spot on the map that was our objective and resting spot for the night. Unfortunately, we were about 7 miles from there. She insisted it was over the next rise. We went over the next rise, found a clearing and set up for the night just inside the woodline. I insisted we use the radio to call a "no fire" for our location and she vetoed it. I knew the area we were holed up in as I had been there for 3 days the previous week. I respectfully and strenuously urged LT to di di the area as we are not where she thinks we are. We were on an arty range and things were about to get interesting. Less than 50 yards in the woods to our 6 was a company of 155mm artillery and mobile artillery. 5 big guns per group, 5 groups. At dinner, the LT was off at the field edge eating and logging in her journal. I advised my guys to hunker down after dark, stay by a tree, keep your earplugs in and hold on. About an hour after we eat and get settled, and I hear commotion behind us. Voices and mechanical sounds, tanks firing up their engines etc. I ran to the LT and told her to get down and stay down. The world erupted. The ground fell out from underneath me. 155mm guns started firing in volleys of 5 over our heads for the better part of an hour. LT never doubted me again. She should have faced charges for that type of negligence. |
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Quoted: Tribal Police enforce whatever laws they want or dont want, arbitrarily, with the primary factor being if you are a member of the tribe, in remote areas, often out of cell phone reception with few to no witnesses. For example, I have a friend who has a ticket for doing 90+ mph on his Honda 250 dual sport ( tops out at like 68 mph, down hill, with a tailwind) framed on the wall in his garage from a rez cop Oh wow, that sucks. |
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Quoted: Fuck that. 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. But do you still have the shovel? |
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Quoted: Not camping, but back in the 90s shooting by myself. I was shooting a Garand and had a 1911 on my hip. Two Mexicans on 4 wheelers drove up and pulled right in between me and my targets and then began having a conversation. I pointed the Garand in the air, but the hair on the back of my neck felt like it stood up because my immediate feeling was that they saw I was there and what I was doing and they decided to mess with me in a passive aggressive manner. Not being sure of their intentions, I didn't flag them but left the safety off. And just stared at them. After awhile one looked at me (they ignored me up until then), nodded and waved. I nodded back but didn't wave, kept both hands on the rifle. Then they left. Quoted: Quoted: Situations like that suck. There are bad people out there. Not camping, but back in the 90s shooting by myself. I was shooting a Garand and had a 1911 on my hip. Two Mexicans on 4 wheelers drove up and pulled right in between me and my targets and then began having a conversation. I pointed the Garand in the air, but the hair on the back of my neck felt like it stood up because my immediate feeling was that they saw I was there and what I was doing and they decided to mess with me in a passive aggressive manner. Not being sure of their intentions, I didn't flag them but left the safety off. And just stared at them. After awhile one looked at me (they ignored me up until then), nodded and waved. I nodded back but didn't wave, kept both hands on the rifle. Then they left. Some other shooters were Johnny On The Spot. Saved his ass. They were going to kill and rob him. Thank God for the other shooters that showed up. This was about 5 or 6 years ago. |
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Quoted: Tribal Police enforce whatever laws they want or dont want, arbitrarily, with the primary factor being if you are a member of the tribe, in remote areas, often out of cell phone reception with few to no witnesses. For example, I have a friend who has a ticket for doing 90+ mph on his Honda 250 dual sport ( tops out at like 68 mph, down hill, with a tailwind) framed on the wall in his garage from a rez cop My experiences near Ojibwa reservations mirror yours. Rez cops make Georgia Officer look like a model policeman. |
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Quoted: But do you still have the shovel? Quoted: Quoted: Fuck that. 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. But do you still have the shovel? |
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Quoted: A few places that I got that vibe. Mount Shasta, Waipi'o Valley, and Thira/ Santorini We saw a ghost on Santorini. A man with a goat. We went up to talk with him. It was a survey marker with a flag. Creepiest thing that I have witnessed. Ever. Only unpleasant thing I encountered in Thira was a hangover. |
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Quoted: Only unpleasant thing I encountered in Thira was a hangover. Quoted: Quoted: A few places that I got that vibe. Mount Shasta, Waipi'o Valley, and Thira/ Santorini We saw a ghost on Santorini. A man with a goat. We went up to talk with him. It was a survey marker with a flag. Creepiest thing that I have witnessed. Ever. Only unpleasant thing I encountered in Thira was a hangover. I spent 3 months on that island. We became locals. |
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Quoted: Tribal Police enforce whatever laws they want or dont want, arbitrarily, with the primary factor being if you are a member of the tribe, in remote areas, often out of cell phone reception with few to no witnesses. For example, I have a friend who has a ticket for doing 90+ mph on his Honda 250 dual sport ( tops out at like 68 mph, down hill, with a tailwind) framed on the wall in his garage from a rez cop Once driving on a long dirt road in Baja in my Jeep, we saw a Mexican army humvee far ahead of us going the same direction. I tend to drive fast offroad, but slowed as much as I could stand since I didn't want to overtake it. Didn't work, we came over a ridge only to find it stopped and facing us. They searched our vehicle for guns and drugs and questions us. Eight Mex soldiers with G3s, all Indians from southern Mexico. |
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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...  Quoted: Quoted: Bigfoot thread in 3...2...1 .....well, I shot one with my .30-30 about ten years ago. Damn thing spewed a big ass blood trail for over a mile... @SAE |
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Quoted: Can you hear a zipper because that sounds like a date. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: 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 If you ever come to MI I'll bring you out to some spots in the woods. I like walking at night in the woods with no flashlight. All of your senses are amped up, you can hear a mouse fart. Can you hear a zipper because that sounds like a date. You're invited too. 
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Quoted: My experiences near Ojibwa reservations mirror yours. Rez cops make Georgia Officer look like a model policeman. Quoted: Quoted: Tribal Police enforce whatever laws they want or dont want, arbitrarily, with the primary factor being if you are a member of the tribe, in remote areas, often out of cell phone reception with few to no witnesses. For example, I have a friend who has a ticket for doing 90+ mph on his Honda 250 dual sport ( tops out at like 68 mph, down hill, with a tailwind) framed on the wall in his garage from a rez cop My experiences near Ojibwa reservations mirror yours. Rez cops make Georgia Officer look like a model policeman. Based on my limited interactions with tribal police out west I have nothing but contempt for them. Absolute scum. |
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Quoted: When I was late teens I used to walk around a lot at night w/o a light. I lived in the country and would go through the heavy brush of SoCal sometimes. Perhaps not that smart since I lived so close to the border. I'd do it on colder nights when snakes were not out. And stay far from houses. Quoted: Quoted: If you ever come to MI I'll bring you out to some spots in the woods. I like walking at night in the woods with no flashlight. All of your senses are amped up, you can hear a mouse fart. When I was late teens I used to walk around a lot at night w/o a light. I lived in the country and would go through the heavy brush of SoCal sometimes. Perhaps not that smart since I lived so close to the border. I'd do it on colder nights when snakes were not out. And stay far from houses. When I used to hunt I'd do it before sunrise and after sunset, during deer season.  Better not make any noise, you might get shot. Ahh to be young and dumb again.
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Quoted: Oh wow, that sucks. Quoted: Quoted: Tribal Police enforce whatever laws they want or dont want, arbitrarily, with the primary factor being if you are a member of the tribe, in remote areas, often out of cell phone reception with few to no witnesses. For example, I have a friend who has a ticket for doing 90+ mph on his Honda 250 dual sport ( tops out at like 68 mph, down hill, with a tailwind) framed on the wall in his garage from a rez cop Oh wow, that sucks. yup to top it off concealed or open carry rights are not protected on the rez Arizona allows permit-less open or concealed carry, however my understanding is that if you want to carry on any of the 22 arizona tribal reservations you need to secure permission from them, something for which there is not really a process. So long as you are on a state or federal highway traveling your fine carrying, step off it and not so much |
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Quoted: My wife and I camp a ton. Every other weekend and 3 months straight in 2020. Fuck no, I have a gun and I'm quick to use it: dogs to let us know when. YMMV, but when I'm setup, whatever it is that disturbs my sleep better be a bad mofo. Yep that's what I tell my wife. Better come high lol I'm holding aces. |
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Quoted: Based on my limited interactions with tribal police out west I have nothing but contempt for them. Absolute scum. Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: Tribal Police enforce whatever laws they want or dont want, arbitrarily, with the primary factor being if you are a member of the tribe, in remote areas, often out of cell phone reception with few to no witnesses. For example, I have a friend who has a ticket for doing 90+ mph on his Honda 250 dual sport ( tops out at like 68 mph, down hill, with a tailwind) framed on the wall in his garage from a rez cop My experiences near Ojibwa reservations mirror yours. Rez cops make Georgia Officer look like a model policeman. Based on my limited interactions with tribal police out west I have nothing but contempt for them. Absolute scum. Yeah... they are basically just the tribal mobsters with badges. Every now and then while riding dirt bikes I will find myself riding trails that are on or near the border. When I do I tell my riding partners that I see the rez cops the same as pirates and do not plan on stopping for them |
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Years ago, back in the 90’s my girlfriend and I went camping in Idaho. Having spent my entire life in Spokane, I was very used to the woods around Spokane and Northern Idaho, particularly the Coeur d’Alene area. We set up our camp and settled in for the night. During the afternoon and evening everything seemed great but strangely quiet. Around ten we were sitting around the fire and were suddenly overcome with a bad feeling. It hit us both around the same time. We looked at each other and then around at the dark and the trees. The trees seemed to be closing in on us, it is difficult to explain. Things just felt wrong, and we had this primal instinct to run. We packed up our camp and left as soon as possible, trying to remain calm and trying to understand our inexplicable fear. I was well armed but it offered me no comfort in this situation. It was just so strange how it hit us both. We both stopped talking and looked at each other at the same time. We didn’t hear or see anything. Had never happened before, has never happened since. |
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Quoted: When I used to hunt I'd do it before sunrise and after sunset, during deer season. Better not make any noise, you might get shot. Ahh to be young and dumb again.There were few deer in the area then (there are more now), and no deer hunting to speak of. Not where I was walking. Running into illegals or smugglers was more likely than encountering any kind of hunter. |
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Quoted: Speaking of which, I have not heard coyotes around here in months. Quoted: Quoted: Never. Worst scare I had was 'yotes very close. Have camped and biked Wayne National Forest for many years, both in Ironton and Athens OH. Always with a gun. One of the rules I live by. If I'm laying my head down for the night, I want a rifle close by, and BUG with a large mag capacity. Same rules at home. The wolves ate them all.
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In the summer of 1981, my wife and I were backpacking in Rocky Mountain National Park. We had made it the first day to the Lawn Lake camping area, about 6-7 miles from the trail head. There were multiple camp sites spread out around the lake. There didn't seem to be anyone else around. We had set up our tent and were preparing dinner, when I went down to the lake for some water. I was surprised at the lake, when I met a guy also getting water. He said that he and his buddy were traveling trampoline salesmen, and they wanted to break into the Lawn Lake ranger cabin, which was locked up. He asked me if I wanted to help them, and he said that they had a .357 revolver to shoot the lock. I told him that did not sound like a very good idea, and went back to our camping site. I told the wife what had happened. It was dark out and too late to start back. The next morning we got up very early and got he hell out of there. I didn't sleep much that night but, never saw those guys again. |
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Quoted: Sort of a camping story. I was a young E4 doing a patrol op with a new 2LT and two squads in the jungles of Ft. Hood. I was the ranking NCO (jr NCO) in the group. This was the new butter bars first patrol and she insisted on doing the land nav. I spent the previous 3 months attached to a Cav Unit and knew the area we were in like the back of my hand. I had been working laying commo line and doing patrol drills for most of that 3 months. We had done a long 6 mile hump in the heat and the sun was dropping rapidly. LT pulled the map (this was pre GPS days) and pointed to a spot on the map that was our objective and resting spot for the night. Unfortunately, we were about 7 miles from there. She insisted it was over the next rise. We went over the next rise, found a clearing and set up for the night just inside the woodline. I insisted we use the radio to call a "no fire" for our location and she vetoed it. I knew the area we were holed up in as I had been there for 3 days the previous week. I respectfully and strenuously urged LT to di di the area as we are not where she thinks we are. We were on an arty range and things were about to get interesting. Less than 50 yards in the woods to our 6 was a company of 155mm artillery and mobile artillery. 5 big guns per group, 5 groups. At dinner, the LT was off at the field edge eating and logging in her journal. I advised my guys to hunker down after dark, stay by a tree, keep your earplugs in and hold on. About an hour after we eat and get settled, and I hear commotion behind us. Voices and mechanical sounds, tanks firing up their engines etc. I ran to the LT and told her to get down and stay down. The world erupted. The ground fell out from underneath me. 155mm guns started firing in volleys of 5 over our heads for the better part of an hour. LT never doubted me again.  I don't have any Lt stories (not the thread anyways) but I did have a female Cadet yell at me during basic. We were doing a battalion run; since my company was at the rear you couldn't actually run. She yelled, I shuffled my feet and said there's no room to run, she left to play baby officer somewhere else. 
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Quoted: Christmas Eve 2013, was living in our Jeep with my dog and cat in Oregon, based in Grants Pass. didn’t have family or anywhere to be for Christmas so decided to go up to a remote wilderness area where we spent a lot of time. It was rare to see anyone up there any time of year. Slept up high there often. Good story and pics my friend. |