re: Weirdest thing you've seen in the woods that nobody believes you about.

Had a DC 8 0r 10 crash land bout 2 miles away on a Glades airstrip cut from swamp edges.
Next moring it was mayhem as every DEA , Customs and everybody else that had a Helo showed up.
Turns out there was lots of weed on that ship.
Still to this day it's called Airplane Prairie out in the Glades.

A human skull.

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I was 10 and hunting blackbirds with my pellet gun

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My favorite ones to shoot and bring home to my pops to put in a gumbo were the black ones with the bronze chest

This one is pretty believable but still was unsettling at the time.

I turkey hunt in an area called the red hills in Monroe County Alabama, almost like east Tennessee in places, with piney tops and steep canyon-like ravines with hardwoods and generally a little rocky creek in the bottom. I was scouting near sunset, walking along a ridge top, and heard a bird gobble as it flew up to roost on the other side of the hollow. Came back the next morning in the dark and set up on the hillside just where the pines give way to hardwoods, looking down hill to the bottom, where there is a lot of brush along the little creek. I was sitting with my back against a big tree, camoed from head to toe. Still fairly dark when I heard him gobble the first time. I waited a bit and then did a little three note yelp, and he instantly gobbled on the other side but of course I couldn't see him. A few minutes later I yelped again and he gobbled again. Then I saw something moving down in the bottom, crossing the creek and zig-zagging through the bushes up to wards me. When it got close enough to make out what it was, I saw it was not the turkey, but a big bobcat. It kept coming and when it was about fifteen feet in front of me I figured I'd better do something so I pulled down my face mask and waved an arm. It stopped, sat on it haunches, and just stared at me. I could still hear the gobbler sounding off in a tree on the other side of the creek and perhaps foolishly didn't want to give up quite yet on the turkey hunt. The cat just stared at me and then started to creep forward, crouched down. I took my hat completely off and waved it at the cat, and it stopped but still kept staring at me, twitching its bob tail. By now it was about ten feet away and I picked up a stick and threw it at the cat. It ran off about ten feet to side then turned and kept staring at me. I picked up a bigger stick and hurled it at the cat and actually hit it, but it just stood up and walked off slowly, looking back at me, until it went over a little rise and out of sight. I decided that was enough and got up and left with the tom still gobbling across the creek. At that point I was thoroughly spooked by how that cat had acted after it had to know that I wasn't a hen making those yelps.

A few months later I heard about a friend of mine who was hunting a little farther north in Alabama and was sitting against a tree calling when he was clawed from behind across the face by a bobcat and had to get stitched up at the hospital.

Be careful out there!

Because a Bar is the best eating hog there is.

That is a very interesting story. I bet they are a number of people that could discuss some crazy airplane crashes. I am a pilot, so I really enjoy reading those. I bet that was a wild to see the explosion.

Some crackhead built a shelter with a tarp in blown down tree on a public WMA. Could tell he had been staying there. Couple hundred yards off a main road. Figured I better get out of there before he came back.

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if you've ever heard a mountain lion let out a sound that sounds like a women screaming at the top of lungs it will make every hair on your body stand up and you'll never forget that sound.

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That's exactly what it sounded like that that's exactly what it did. Flipped my switch to fight or flight instantly.

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A human skull.

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Come again?

First time that I saw a bear in the woods it did the most stereotypically bearish thing possible. It was ambling along on about 50 yards from the trail I was on on. I sat quiet to watch. He turned, looked at me, and seemed to say, "Watch this shite, human." He found a nearby tree, stood on his hind legs, and proceeded to dad-scratch his back and arse. Did that for a few minutes, then went about his business.

When I was maybe 10, my friend and I were running around in the woods down the street up in Zachary, LA. We stopped to rest on a log when suddenly there was a god-awful screeching sound like a woman screaming. We cartoonishly did the slow turn toward each other, eyes, met, and, without saying a word, both took off running to get out of the woods. Not a crazy story, but definitely a core memory. I say to this day that it was a cougar.

I was hiking on the Backbone Trail in Kisatchie when I walked up on a tent that was very close to the trail. (If you have been there, you know the spot with the nice overlook.) It was in the middle of the day, but a couple was in there going to town. The lady was definitely a moaner.