re: Knock off thread... strangest thing you have seen or heard.

About 5-6 years ago I made a hunt at my lease one afternoon during the week. I was by myself, and hunted until dark without seeing anything. I walk out without a light most times and began the few hundred yard walk back to my four wheeler. I had an empty rice bran bag in one hand and my gun on my shoulder walking down my little trail and turned onto a little bigger atv road that we have heading to my bike. When I turned the corner and walked a few steps, I could see something right in front of me that was much larger than I was with eyes almost glowing. This "thing" was making some god awful growling/grunting noises and scared the shite out of me because I didn't have a clue what it was and no light in my hand to see! All I could do as I was face to face with this thing was shake the rice bran bag and yell! After it basically growling/grunting/whatever other noises came out of its mouth, it didn't run off like I'd hoped. I pulled my 444 off my shoulder and began cocking the hammer as I was going to shoot it from the hip....scared shiteless, I calmed myself as much as I could before I shot and kept one eye on it and pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked on the flashlight. At that time I finally could see the beast that was about to take my life! A HORSE that somehow got out of someone's pen down the road and was walking my trail. Apparently when I came around the corner, we met face to face and scared the shite out of each other. Thought i was going to die that day but turned into a good story nonetheless. FYI, I normally at least have my light on my head now when I walk out in case this happens again.

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You were much calmer than I would have been .

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Yep. I'd be digging a big fricking hole to bury that horse.

Where to start. Most recent shite, I am walking out in dark after typical unsuccessful hunt in st stephen’s area of bama. I suddenly feel uneasy, like I am being watched or tracked. I stop completely abs kneel down and put my hand on my pistol. (We have tons of bear and biggest bobcats known to man) I don’t hear or see anything and start scanning the trees. Then right at tree tops of cluster of long pines i see these lights. Kinda hard to describe but almost like mini high powered flashlight reflecting in the trees, but smaller and brighter. I watched them for a few minutes, about half a dozen of them about 100-150 up, bouncing around. But no beams nothing. I just couldn’t figure it out then realized they were self generated lights like giant fireflies and they were on this side of the tree facing me so no way could be flashlights etc, and it’s barely 40 degrees and January no bugs.

I suddenly remembered that they are kinda sitting over some old old graves of some sort abs decided to get the hell out of there. I got to my truck almost under the lights loaded up very carefully and with careful attention to not look up at the lights drove about away. i stopped at sign out board about 500 yards away and looked back they were still there. I still have no clue wtf they were, didn’t seem threatening but definitely got my attention

12yr old or so hunting behind an ol church with a graveyard that supposedly had a “hanging” tree for slaves at least that’s what they told all the kids at the time. Well one evening after dark waiting to be picked up I hear the proverbial “woman screaming like she’s on fire” not sure if it was a bobcat or a panther or a lion. All I know is I stood guard with my gun in the ready position flagging my barrel at every single leaf crunch for a half hour.
20yr old siting onna stand and fighting falling asleep at about 3 in the evening and I turn to see a freaking emu walking across the food plot at about 200 yards. Was afraid to even tell anyone cus I thought they would think I was nuts.
One time climbed up a tree in a loc on and got settled and heard some scratches above me looked up and shined my light and about then a 75pound Coon or so it seemed in the dark came down the same tree I was in on the back side. That will get a heart rate amped at 545 in the morning.
To many ghost goblins and what looked like things moving right at daylight to mention, it’s amazing how your eyes can play tricks on you in the dark.

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I am walking out in dark after typical unsuccessful hunt in st stephen’s area of bama. I suddenly feel uneasy, like I am being watched or tracked.

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Didn't you once have bigfoot tracking you and hitting trees with sticks?

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Years ago I was camping/bowhunting alone on some property that I had leased in the middle of nowhere. Late in the night I stepped out of my tent to add a log to the campfire - I had a .45 in my hand because I was a little creeped out.

Looking around beyond the firelight I see a guy standing next to a tree just staring at me. I kid you not, he looked like the hillbilly from the movie "Deliverance". The first words out of my mouth were a very loud WTF, and I raised my .45 and pointed it right at him. He stood there for a few seconds and then turned around and walked off.

I found out later he lived in the area and was known to walk the woods alone at night.

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I'm assuming you didn't close your eyes that night? I'd probably packed up and left.

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If it was gun season I would probably be a bastard.

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You mean orphan

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I'm assuming you didn't close your eyes that night? I'd probably packed up and left

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Didn't leave, slept like a baby...

Inside my truck with the doors locked and the .45 cocked.

On another bowhunt, I was walking in very quietly to my climbing stand and as I approached the tree it was on, I could see something on the ground just below the stand. I was about 20 yards from it when I first saw it and as I slowly approached it, it appeared to be a coat or another piece of clothing someone had dropped.

My first thought was to be really pissed that someone had been to my stand, but when I was about 20 ft. away, the abandoned coat jumped up and ran straight at and over me. I am a big, powerful guy but the coat knocked me back like a Leonard Fournette truck.

It was a big buck.