Jim in Anacortes
Life of the Party
Sea stories often have humor , but more often turn very dark.
Weird things in the woods
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I suspect some of these stories involve sea otters.
Jim in Anacortes
Life of the Party
Zak, I found your post humorous, however any person that has spent his life at sea, likely has stories to tell, that would be more horrific than any Hollywood movie and even more horrific than otter attacks.
Jim in Anacortes
Life of the Party
One time I was having a romantic picnic at a small creek with the woman I loved. We were kissing, but I had an apartment and bed at home, so our clothes were intact. Strangely I noticed the bushes nearby rustling. It was a CA Fish and Game officer. The perv was fully busted... perving on us from the bushes. I had no gun or fishing gear, and the creek did not even have minnows in it. Strange things happen to you when you walk away from the pavement.
Paige
Wishing I was fishing the Sauk
Jim in Anacortes
Life of the Party
Yes , Paige
I had a similar picnic scenario up in the Rockies. However, the rustling from the nearby bushes was a 300 pound black bear boar. My city slicker girlfriend got up and saw it before I bothered looking and said "Oh my God! There's a mountain lion coming towards us!" The bear circled us along a tree line smelling our food, which we quickly gathered up and evacuated.
I was working out of a port town in Louisiana about 20 years ago when a captain I’d become friends with told me that the day prior a ship he knew had been contracted to haul a number of barrels out and back. They left the port loaded, and came back that same night without cargo. He asked if I wanted to come along and check out the area they’d been to.
As we approached the area he said they’d gone to there was a surprising and increasing amount of dead marine life (mostly fish, some mammals). We motored on for a while and then he started doing what he said was a navy square (square expanding spiral). We did that for several hours and saw dead things for miles. The captain insisted this wasn’t the first time he’d seen this, but he’d decided to tell someone as no one would listen to him or do anything.
I tried to investigate, but got nowhere. The most I could find was that the boat had been out for a trial following a repair, and hadn’t had any cargo. Which was weird because I also found port camera footage that showed it leaving with big barrels of something, and coming back with nothing. People clammed up, businesses wouldn’t cooperate, local officials I’d had productive relationships with wouldn’t give me the time of day, and no paper in the area would pick up the story—they even dropped me as a stringer.
Jim in Anacortes
Life of the Party
Years ago I was camping in a campground in the Eastern Sierras. Late at night I woke up to the sounds of something rattling the bear proof dumpster. I got my flashlight out, and walked towards the ruckus, barefoot and in my shorts. All was quiet, I saw bear tracks in the dirt around a large tree. I was carefully inspecting the tracks when a large black bear dropped from the tree and landed right next to me in a violent cloud of dust. I ran in one direction and the bear ran in the other. I went back in the morning to get my flashlight that I had dropped.
Jim in Anacortes
Life of the Party
When I was new to "bear country", I once had a black bear get into my food. I was sleeping in my truck's camper shell. I awoke to a bear licking my butter, holding the wrapper with one claw. I scurried to get some pots and pans and began to clank them together and yell at the top of my lungs. The bear, slowly and calmly, took a few steps, stuck his head into my camper (over the tailgate) and gave me a very stern look.... as if to say "Are you talking to me?". I bought a shotgun shortly after that encounter.
Jim in Anacortes
Life of the Party
One morning I was packing for a camping trip in the high dessert with my girlfriend. She noticed me taking my .22 pistol. She did not like it, and had a lot to say about it, much of which annoyed me. That night we were sleeping in a flimsy tent at a very remote campsite that was ten miles of washboard road into the dessert. About midnight, a pickup truck full of rowdy, drunken yahoos, playing loud music, came racing through the campsite area. My girlfriend whispered in my ear "Do you have that pistol?" We both laughed about that for years after.
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Paige
Wishing I was fishing the Sauk
After a maga blow out with a sycho ex, I went and camped up on the NF Sky by 8 mile bridge. No one else around anywhere up there and I'm in complete solitude.
I had a small fire going and was getting my drink on and cooking some food, well after dark probably close to midnight, a car comes flying up the road, turns to the bridge and stops on the bridge.
I hear car doors open and then about 20 rounds from what I guess where 3 or 4 guns. I started screaming at them and the car doors slamed shut and car speed of in the direction it came from without a peep.
Was a fun nights sleep!
I had a small fire going and was getting my drink on and cooking some food, well after dark probably close to midnight, a car comes flying up the road, turns to the bridge and stops on the bridge.
I hear car doors open and then about 20 rounds from what I guess where 3 or 4 guns. I started screaming at them and the car doors slamed shut and car speed of in the direction it came from without a peep.
Was a fun nights sleep!
2 Chinook Helicopters just flew over my house at an altitude of about 1,000 feet. This happened around the Metro area last week, too. I know it isn't a woodsy thing, but people online are freaking out. I am not freaking out, just like the F/A 15E's in flight, it is a sound of freedom and protection. F/A-22 Raptors are my favorite.....
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matchu865
Smolt
Today driving out hunting in the dark we came across some logs that were obviously put in place by a human to block the a pretty popular forest service road, we could tell because one was cut with a saw. They were big enough to not be able to drive over or around, but easily moved by hand. There was enough buffer on either side of the road that there was no way it could've come from a tree on either side.
Was nice to have a friend with me, as well as a sidearm or two. It seemed like the perfect place situation for some type of weird ambush, carjacking, etc.. We moved them without incident.
Was nice to have a friend with me, as well as a sidearm or two. It seemed like the perfect place situation for some type of weird ambush, carjacking, etc.. We moved them without incident.
You have a bit of thread drift with your story so I'll follow ;-) I love the F-18's that suddenly blast over the top of coulee I'm bobbing around in my pram or float tube; once the initial "what the hell is this" is over, it's fun to watch them roll around the next bend of the coulee and disappear.
But speaking of wierd things with aircraft; one afternoon I was driving to Wanapum Dam when I saw an A-6 come over the top of the dam's embankment; the aircraft was powering up to near vertical after flying low along the reservoir. Suddenly this "thing" fell off the aircraft, tumbled and splashed into the tailrace. The aircraft seemed to be in trouble but made it over the top of the firing range mountains and back to NAS Whidbey. It turned out the aircraft had lost a ------ and the Navy wanted it back.
This isn't weirdness to me; just asinine behavior.
Something similar happened to me on a Saturday in late fall around 2001 near the end of a spur road and close to a "Curtis Creek" I like to fish. I was able to drive around the barricade of logs.
About 30 yds before the unmarked (game) trail I used to access the creek from, there was a campsite with a young woman in hunting garb carrying a holstered auto-pistol who watched me as I drove past. There were no vehicles present. I continued past the camp and maybe another 100 yards counterclockwise around a little loop at the end of the road. I parked at about the 3 oclock position of the loop, geared up and walked back towards the trail. She was waiting in camp and called out to me asking how I got there so I told her I drove around the barricade, and was going fishing. She then asked if I was carrying any weapons, and said some vaguely intimidating stuff. I didn't say anything more and went about my business.
I had an epic day fishing for wild cutties, that included swinging nymphs through a black ball of cutties formed up behind a spawning Kokanee.
When I got back to my Nissan pickup truck there were two pickup trucks fully blocking my way forward around the loop. I put my stuff in the truck and backed up to where the narrow road was wide enough to do a 3 point u-turn. I drove clockwise around the loop, past the camp, and around their barricade again. When I got into cell service I called the state patrol number I use to report poaching and told the officer this story.
At work Monday morning I told my buddy who had first showed me the creek what happened. He got a big smile and said "You're the guy. I was there on Sunday and met a State Trooper who told me he rousted a group of hunters that had harassed a fisherman on Saturday after giving them tickets for several violations". He went on to tell me he had a very good day fishing the same area.
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