strange events

“I am very interested in the paranormal,if anyone has any strange stories about...oh I dunno..anything ufo's,bigfoot,things that go/went bump in the nite on your last trip...stuff like that,I would really like to read them. This is part of the excitement of being in the woods,remember sitting around the campfire as kids listening to ghost stories? Stuff like that.”

“Someone left a turd in Violin's backpack...”

“People who hang out here end up giving their gear away and going on trips to remote areas with total strangers. How weird is that?”

“I saw some forest fairies in the Adirondacks last weekend.”

“So you're "seeing" fairies?”

“one time when i was tri..........uhm, no never seen nuthin like that, sorry”

“.....tiny purple fishes
run laughing through your fingers........”

“My wife and I were campering on some friends property one weekend up near Glen Arbor, Michigan. One night, about 3:30 am, I heard the worst noise I have ever heard. Sounded like, and I am sorry to decribe it like this, someone was strangling an 8 year old girl. The screams were very scary. My wife woke up and we tried to figure out what the hell it was. It was not human, it was traveling real close to the ground, but at the same time, the noise was very, very loud. It got close to our camper, then turn down the road, screaming about every 2 minutes. I was thinking injured animal. Someone had mentioned that it might have been a screech owl. I don't think so...”

“All those guns yer plannin to take with ya arnt fer bears are they? Yer hopin to blast ET huh?”

“I posted this story a while back but here it is again:


About five years ago, I was taking a three-day solo trip in the Adirondacks during August. For some reason, there were an unusual number of grasshoppers from the moment I reached the trailhead.

After about three miles the grasshoppers were so thick and clustered that I had to walk in the middle of the trail where their numbers were smaller and I had a better chance of avoiding them. When I walked nearer the side and startled them, they jumped all over -- even on me. Try as I might, I couldn't avoid stepping on them. I was just walking along going crunch, crunch, crunch... It was gross!

After a while, I became curious about their clustering. I thought they might be mating. I stopped to investigate. They weren't mating. They were clustering around other grasshoppers that had been crushed on the trail and, in a cannibalistic act, eating their dead comrades. When I looked close I could see that, not only were they eating the dead, but they were taking bites out of each other. A sort of feeding frenzy. These clusters of hoppers were cannibalistic feeding frenzies.

It made me a little ill and even horrified me. For a while, I regretted having investigated so closely. I was going to have horrible nightmares about giant grasshoppers, their green reflex-driven mandibles scissoring away as they came at me. Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu! It would be a sleepless night.

Thankfully the hoppers soon thinned out. As quickly as they had accumulated on the trail they disappeared. The dense mass of them lasted just five miles or so, then they receded into the background and I could walk normally.

Still shuddering, thinking about the frenzied hoppers, I found a level spot to camp as it was getting dark. I set up my tent and laid out my sleeping bag to let it loft up. As I was about to go back out to cook dinner, I heard a loud buzzing noise. I thought the grasshoppers were coming for me! Freaked out, I decided I'd stay in the tent for a while. Just as I zipped my tent closed, something hit the side of the fly. Then another and another... Before long, the tent fly was squirming like a living organism under the increasing weight of the grasshoppers.

I got inside of my sleeping bag and cinched it tight, hoping that if any got inside the tent, the thick down bag would protect me. Not thirty seconds later, the tent fabric began ripping! It started with the slow popping sound of the seams giving out and then the whole thing just collapsed on top of me! I could hear them munching on the sleeping bag shell. The weight of the mass of insects was suffocating. Some hoppers made it through the small hole left around the mummy opening. Scrunched down as far as I could get in the bottom of the bag, I began crushing the horde with my bare hands. That seemed to make the live ones angry and the buzzing sound became unbearable. They began biting me! The pain of hundreds of mandibles chewing on my flesh was unbelievable. I began to black out from the pain and figured the end was near.

The next thing I knew, I woke up in a cheap motel room in New Jersey in a pool of sweat.”

“laqtis. I bet it was an injured animal. Ever heard a squirrel or rabbit scream. Blood curdling.”

“Either a screech owl or a wounded hare; both will shake you to your very soul.”

“Screech owls are a lot louder, though.”

“Raccoons get let out a pretty terrifying scream also.. But the screech owl is a lot more girly-like.”

“One evening, just after sunset at Sawmill campground in Savage Gulf, I heard what I can only describe as the scream of a very large, long-tailed cat whose tail had just been mashed under a rocking chair. Kind of like, YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OWWWWWWWWWWWWW! It was the loudest, shrillest thing I ever heard (well, next to Mother Goose when she's really pissed off). I was hiking solo and I damn near came out of my skin.”

“Latquis --

Out back one night I heard a simliar noise.

I was later told that it was porquipines sounding off during mating season.

Can anyone else confirm or deny??



RE: Screech owls. Heard a fantastic one last year night hiking in the Daks. A friend and I were headed in at about 8:30 from the Garden parking lot. About and hour and a half up the trail a screech owl sounded off. Absolutely bone chilling . . just great.

RE: screech owl vs "Porquipine mating calls" (the 8 year old being strangled that laquits described). The screech owl is a much more straightforward bone chilling short sreech that may be repeated. The other noise was horrifying. It went on and on . . .sounded like someone being killed slowly . . in real distress . . I felt compelled to head out back with a garden tool to see if anyone was in trouble . . .needless to say I found nothing . . when I later described it to someone they said . . porquipine. A much more horrifying noise. The first one sounds like something scary might being coming for you . . .the second sounds like you are hearing a murder being comitted nearby.”

“In Rawah Wilderness one night heard this undescribable sound coming from across the tarn. Still don't know what it was but sound like a "cat-like" scream. Had me a bit worried!”

“laqtis,

Are there any bobcats in your area. I've heard a bobcat scream and it sounds exactly like a woman in distress. Made the hair stand up all over my body.”

“Well, there have been signs of some "cat" activity reported in that area. There was a piece about it couple months ago in the Detroit News outdoors section. It's not been comfirmed, but there have been reports of "cats" in and near the Sleeping Bear Dunes area, which is just south west of were I was.

What ever is was, scared the #&%!$ outta me!!!”

“I can predict the past.”

“laq, i bet it was a female feline of some sort in the act of getting boned by a male. cats have a barbed #&%!$ and "the deed" is very painfull for the female. i have heard my domestics do it many times and even a lil kittty makes the type of noise you described. i imagine a bobcat or puma would be very scarry sounding.”

“Santa Fe New Mexican Story

Good series of pics”

“I have seen and herd some very strange things while backpacking.

One time when I was backpacking I saw lighting bugs play a song.What I mean is when they would light up they were going with each other.It was so cool but yet real strange.I have always had a love for lighting bugs and I think that they are a very cool part of live while on the trail.

8D”

“Crazy Mike, I have never seen a lightening bug in my life. That might be a good reason to hike back East.”

“sometimes the lightning bugs are so thick here it's .......enlightening


i'll e-mail ya one NG”

“Check the "Favorite Ghost Stories Around Camp" thread, and the "Ghost Stories" thread. There's quite a few hair raising tales.”

“CMB, have you been eating the funny little mushrooms again? ;-)”

“mesmerizing isn't it? No Garfum i'm not going to blast ET...unless of course he blasts first...i've cooled on the gun idea,think i'll stick with bear spray.”

“In that case, GLUTEUSMAXIMUS, you should learn to tell the differences in bear sign, so that you know which one you're dealing with. The scat of the black bear generally has berries and maybe small bits of fur and bone in it. Griz scat contains little bells and smells like pepper spray...”

“and puppydog tails”

“Little bells and smells like pepper spray eh?”

“Yeah, you know, the little bells backpackers hang on their packs in bear country...”

“Newgirl - my mother-in-law grew up in Sheridan, WY. She never saw a lightning bug there, until three years ago when visiting during the summer(when she saw a lot of them). You may get to see one soon near you. Ya never know.”

“Maby I ned some again?

New Girl you need to see them they are so cool I love them they are so pimp!

8)”

“Every night after a troop meeting we go to BK to grab some food then up to the church parking lot.

Since this time two years ago we have pied, yes pied some one. We take a perfictly normal pie from shopright and hurle it at one persons head. When you get eagle you get a triple; 3 pies one person.

Tonight I got a single in honor of my gift from my friend Tony. He works at movie retail store, I can't remeber what one. So being a big LOTR fan he got me the card board cut out of the LOTR display. It is about 4 1/2 feet tall. Its in my room now. As I type this, my mother saw me walk in with it in pieces, but she has no clue what I braught into my room. Lets see how long Frodo can battle off the fierce MOTHER demone.”

“I know what bear bells are fathergoose but i cant find any here where i live or any bear spray for that matter. Any ideas where to get these?”

“Find some griz poop.”

“Where to start?!

Our files contain an entry on one type of alien that resembles a colony of insects. This alien feeds on animal and human genitalia. Often the victim will wake later complete unaware that he or she has been "changed" by the frightening experience.

If you have any questions at all, please feel free to email me.”

“Hey, Vio...er, uh, Little Bird. Wanna feed on my genitalia? ;-)”

“Geeee... I NEVER saw That coming!

LOL


(Nooooo Pun Intended!)”

“What the hey, it was an open (no pun intended) invitation...”

“Excuse me, Fatter moose, but I find your remark offensive, and even though I am a small woman, I can promise you that, given the training I have received, I could hurt you in ways you have not imagined.

Please show respect to my gender, you bufoon.”

“You can pick them up when you are in AK. Beaver Sports or Mountain Sports in Fairbanks if you pass through.”

“your mamma plays bear bells!”

“Ooooohhh, Little Bird, you hot little piece of quivering avian flesh, will ya wear that French maid outfit with the fishnet stockings and stiletto heels? OOOhh-ahhhh, ooohh-ahhh BABY! And maybe yer crotchless red drawers?
YEEEEE-HAWWW!!!”

“i'm guessing mother goose doesnt read this stuff too much.....”

“Hell, bro, where do ya think I get these ideas, hmmmmmm?”

“I'M NOT WORRRRRRRRTHY!”

“September 7, 2002 -- A Long Island family had an unexpected visitor drop in for the Jewish holiday - a huge hunk of blue ice from an airliner, which crashed through their roof and trashed their bathroom in an explosion of frozen toilet waste.
Teacher Susan Seltzer, of North Massapequa, had left her chicken soup for tonight's dinner simmering on the stove and went out to do food shopping yesterday morning.

She returned just before 11 a.m. to find the ice - the icy contents of an airliner's toilet - on her front walkway and a hole in her roof.

"Inside, I found a large, 18-inch hunk of ice, a little larger than a honeydew melon, in the hall and ice all over the place," said Seltzer.

"Aren't they supposed to dump this stuff over the ocean? I don't think they were aiming for my toilet," she laughed, surveying the damage to her bathroom.

"We were very lucky," said her husband, Kenneth, who rushed home after his wife called him at work with the news.

"It's scary, when you think about it. This one would have been a fatality.

He said the blue ball of ice punched a hole in the roof, ripped through joists in the attic, blew open the bathroom ceiling and smashed a ceiling fixture, before bouncing 15 feet down the hall.”

“Shades of "Joe Dirt", Batman!”