re: What is the creepiest thing you’ve experienced while in the woods?

Whats worse , a bear or lion

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I’ve forgotten my keys to the camp gate before, had to park on the side of the road and hoof it the half a mile or so to the camp house to get the keys to the four wheeler. Having to walk back up that dirt road with the flashlight and only armed with a 270 and a pistol in the pitch dark fricking sucks. Incredibly nerve wracking.

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Dear lord at the people scared of the dark while having a flashlight and two firearms. A whole half mile?? What did you think you were going to run into? All the zombies?

Was someone flying a drone that was near y’all?

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This was of course a fake ghost story made up and perpetrated by counselors to scare the fricking shite out of elementary and middle school children. It totally worked.

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When I was a young I was camping out with two other people. At some point in the middle of the night i got up to use the bathroom. When I finished and started to go back in the tent I began hearing a weird noise that started getting louder and louder. The other campers woke and asked me what was going on. I looked up in the sky in the direction of the sound and I see this triangle shaped aircraft clearing the trees, flying right over us. It was flying really low, not too far from the tree tops. It had lights surrounding the outside of it. One of the other campers stuck their head out and caught a glimpse of it too and asked me what that was. I said I didn't know what it was but that it was really weird. We didn't really sleep much that night.

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I was living out near Watson, by Amite Baptist Church road, and couldn’t sleep one weekend night... so I decided to jog around the neighborhood, at about 2:30 a.m. so as to tire myself out

Well, after one full lap of the neighborhood, I’m slowly walking down the street to our driveway, and got this weird feeling to look up behind me for some reason.

I saw this HUGE triangular object... no lights...and a shimmering / fuzzy look to it...like it was coming in & out of focus. The weirdest thing, besides the absolute size of it (I’m talking like aircraft carrier size) ——- it made absolutely no sound.

It was a clear night and a full starry sky....so when it went in & out of focus, you’d see the stars through it, and then they’d be gone, then reappear.

This object was moving slow. This was the early 90’s, so I didn’t have a cell phone...

I ran into then house to look for one of the disposable cameras my wife had - but by the time I got back outside it was gone.

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I have been roaming the woods and marsh for a long time and have never been scared.
There is nothing out there that is going to “ get you “. How many people to you know that have been
“attacked”by a ghost.
None.
Don’t be scared of the dark

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But the fear of what knocks around in the dark excites us, thrills us. It sends tingles up the spine.

Sure, maybe the only real monsters in the dark are...us. But why limit our stories to “i was scared of the dark because I couldn’t see.”?

The men that told stories around the campfire didn’t deliver the cold and bare truth. They twisted and stretched the truth, they molded it, shaped vague concepts into things their audience could understand and relate with.

We create the monsters as a reflection of US.

We are the zombies. The vampires. The bogeymen.

Sitting in the woods and watching a cottonmouth come towards me ... intentionally... his tail vibrating the leaves almost like a rattlesnake sound.

He came from several feet away and had no intention of stopping. I guess he didn’t like me there. Never ran across another snake so aggressive.

Walking in on a 4 wheeler trail about an hr before the sun came up for a turkey hunt and I caught a pair of eyes just staring at me off the trail about 30 yards in. It made me freeze in my tracks and I could hear and feel how eerily quiet it was. I had 3 rounds of turkey loads in my shotgun which is more than enough to take care of any animal if you can put all three rounds on it but would have to be inside of 15 yards and likely inside of 10 to be lethal. It was about eye level with me and then all of a sudden it stood up much taller than I was and just stared at me. We must have just froze there and looked at each other for well over 2 mins. My breathing was pretty heavy and it was in the low 30’s that morning. I slowly went to a knee, slung my shotgun of my shoulder and pointed it straight at it. It must have been really curious about my headlamp and what I was. It got back to a hunched over position that was a little below eye level, turned around and walked into the woods. I was only about a quarter of a mile from my truck and easily 1/2 mile from my target area and it made me think “I absolutely wouldnt mind the comfort and security of my truck right and frick these woods until the sun comes up.” You realize how isolated and alone you are out there in a moment like that when you’re faced with a situation that can chang in less than a second and you could be fighting for your life.

It was about 12 years ago, we were duck hunting in Venice, the ponds were too shallow for the mudboat so my uncle dropped my cousin and I off in a small channel, we used a pirogue to get to the blind, it was probably 50 minutes until sunrise. My cousin and I got to the blind, lit up some cheap cigars to keep the chiggers at Bay.
Twenty five minutes into it we heard this sloshing, we passed it off as wild pig. This noise gets closer and closer, my cousin and I can no longer pass this off as a 4 legged animal, it is obviously bipedal, if you've ever trudged through the marsh you know what it sounds like.
We both glanced at each other, wanting reassurance, one of us to tell the other that everything was kosher, didn't happen. This bastard gets closer and closer to us, keep in mind the sun hasn't come up, it's frigid cold and there is no wind.
We radioed my uncle and dad, hoping maybe they were fricking with us, no. They were in a blind a few hundred yards away. We go deeper into full blown panic mode, whatever this thing was, it was laboring, with each step it took,there was a pronounced grunt. Now we all heard the drunk ramblings at the hunting camp pertaining to a swamp monster/Rougarou. Never thought anything of it.
We each put a shell in, agreeing that if we heard it get any closer wed fire a warning shot into the air, it gets closer. My cousin points the barrel of his Remington towards the sky and pulls the trigger, dead silence for about a minute, we believed we scared the beast away.
Wrong, the creature is 100 percent closing in on us, I'd say it was about 20 yards away from us, we come completely unglued, we start screaming into the cold night air, howling, screeching the most primal vocalizations known to man, hoping it would scare whatever the frick this was, away. I told my cousin I had a spotlight in the Shell bucket, I was expecting him to say, light that fricker up, but he didn't, and I understood why. Neither of us wanted to confirm what exactly this thing was.
I said frick it, I pointed the beam in the direction of said object. I swear to God, what I saw still puzzles me to this day, there is no logical explanation, only unfettered insanity, the beam of light revealed what I still assume to be an extremely hairy back/neck region, it wasn't ape like in feature, it was more comparable to goat/horse hair. I told my cousin to look, he did, I hoped my eyes were playing tricks on me, they weren't. We came to the realization that no amount of bird shot would save us from this hellish beast.
It was nonverbally agreed upon that we needed to take evasive action, and that is exactly what we did, we hopped in that pirogue and we paddled until our arms we numb. We made it back to the camp. What's funny is that neither of us discussed we had witnessed, we didn't tell our dads. My cousin and I don't communicate much anymore, we run into each other at family weddings every 7 or 8 years, we are both grown, middle aged men now, with families. Yet, we still talk about it when we see each other.
I don't believe in Sasquatch, big foot, or the Loch Ness monster. However, I fully believe there is non-human, bipedal creature lurking in the marshes of Venice, LA.