re: Missing LSU Student remains found - Woods between Nicholson and burbank

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feel we should've picked up on things but reality is there never were clues in many of these situations.

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I had a friend from middle school through college who was a wonderful soul - funny and down to earth. I knew he and his dad had issues. One day while passing each other on campus, we sat and talked the longest we had in a while. The next morning I get a call that he shot himself. For years I wondered 'did I miss something'? That was 25 years ago and I still wonder

That's a crazy area, went exploring one time and found out Lee high was dumping their trash into a creek back there. Took lots of pics but no one ever looked into it.
That was a neat area to explore.

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as the friend of someone who committed suicide 11 years ago, I had no idea he was going through so much and had so many demons. He kept it to himself.

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My first cousin committed suicide at age 39. I agree with everything you said. No one had a clue about what she ended up doing.

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Suicide is selfish as it leaves the family with no closure other than finding the body.

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How can someone in today's world be so ignorant about mental illness, do you think someone with a broken mind is going to make rational decisions about what effect their actions will have? Many of those that commit suicide believe they are freeing their family from a burden.

I'm so sorry the outcome is loss of life, but sadly, it seemed to be expected. I'm glad he was found for the family. I watched their presser earlier today and the pain was palpable. It was impossible not to feel part of it. I can't even imagine and I hope I never can imagine what I do imagine what I imagine they are going through.

I hope they can heal enough over time to learn to still enjoy life in spite of this pain that will never cease.

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Could you imagine being the hunters that came across this in the woods? That had to be pretty damn gruesome. Think about it. Probably saw the bike first and got curious so climbed up in the stand and found him. Not what you expect to find on a scouting trip in the woods.

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There's no way those poor guys aren't totally fricked in the head after coming across a decomposed body unexpectedly.

We used to get dropped off either at Lakeside Daqs or on Nicholson and go hunt in there. It's all bottomland hardwoods with a lot of palmettos. Gets flooded basically every year.

There was/is another hunting club that went from Nicholson, down Longwood Plantation Rd next to Nicholson Lakes and stopped at Burbank, then to Bayou Fountain, and came back to Nicholson along the NW side of Bayou Paul. Of course, the size diminished as they developed more and more neighborhoods in that area.

There was/is another one in Spanish Lake.

Dear Evil Little Things,
I just came home from the bar and clicked on the OT as I am trying to settle down and go to bed. I clicked on this thread and came across yours and I want to tell you something.

In 1998 I had a guy friend that used to come out to our lake club. My dad was a member and his dad was a member, so I saw him often. One night there was a party at one of the lake club member's houses. He and I used to party all night and drink till the sun came up. Not once did he ever, ever, ever share with me, even in his drunkest moments that he was hurting or dying inside. One night after a wild arse night at a lake club party, everybody had gone to bed but me, him and the guy whose house we were partying at. We sat up till the sun almost came up, bullshitting and I will be the first to admit I was out of my mind drunk at that point. Borderline blacked out. Shortly before the sun came up, he said, "I have to go. I love yall" and he hugged me goodbye. He hugged the house owner guy and then he walked out and went home. The next morning, his parents went back to their house to find their dog at the front door freaking out. They came inside and saw the dog had made blood tracks everywhere. They followed them into my friend's room. He had committed suicide that night by a gunshot to the head. It was a closed casket funeral.

I want you to know that I live every day of my life thinking about that night. Thinking about "what if I had been more sober, and what if he was dropping hints and I never noticed because I was too fricked up?" I live with regret every day of my life thinking about that guy. What makes me even more upset was that I always thought he was the coolest cutest guy and I never told him how awesome I thought he was. I just always assumed he knew bc I would stay up all night drinking and bullshitting with him. He never told me anything about thoughts of suicide, depression, nothing. I think about it all the time. What if I had said this? what if I had said that? Please, for the love of your family and friends. If you are having crazy thoughts, please go talk to somebody. Please I beg you. Don't do it. If you do it, you are leaving all of your friends and family with the worst regret and the worst feelings on this earth. And forever is a long time to leave me/us feeling the way I have felt since he committed suicide. Please don't do it. You are literally fricking up your friends and family for the rest of their lives. Please. Please. Don't do it. You are loved more than you know.

Bow season opens tomorrow.

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