Strange things found in the woods

True. And no, I'm not sure... But it wasn't on the main strip where all the College kids live by Goofy's and all the bars. Kind of more on the boarder of that and where the people/families that actually live there stay. Her and her friends, who were gone at the time... lived above their landlord in a big house that had been converted into an upstairs apt.

While I only saw an outline, the guy I outside was bigger than me and I stand just a hair under 6'1. That guy earlier that night was definitely bigger than me...

And the timing... That would be one hell of a coincidence.

If what you are saying about this person is true, then this really is a big deal. When you followed up with the report, what did the cops tell you?
 
I found a porn vhs tape...TS...I stashed porn in the woods...wow thought I was the only one...I hid an issue where there was a guy dressed as prince the singer. ..
 
my old boss back at CBS was (still is) a fucking loon. every year he hikes through the Appalachian Trail as a way to "cleanse himself" & get himself back into shape (shit fucking works, he used to leave as a slob & come back in peak shape). anyways, he used to tell me all sorts of crazy shit, how like it's more dangerous if you do this & you aren't white. his first wife was, his exact words; "blacker than black" & when he first did this he noticed strange people he'd run into act differently towards him seeing him with a black woman. he told me one trip he literally had to hide several times at night with her while some wild hillbillies (what he believed) must have been scouting for them or some shit. they would do runs flashing lights here & there & said some of them were strapped.


also he told me some other creepy ass shit how like there are spots people frequent along the trail where there would be a sort of journal wired, or fixated somewhere for hikers to log shit in. he said some of the shit was disturbing, like beware of this or that etc.


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One time Antelope hunting in West Texas I found the aftermath of a Mexican drug deal gone wrong, dead bodies everywhere, including a dehydrated/serverly wounded, yet still alive Mexican. I followed the tracks of the Ultimo Hombre, and found 2 million bucks on his dead person. I'm now rich and getting away Scott free.

But I'm thinking of going back to help the dehydrated one....
 
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One time Antelope hunting in West Texas I found the aftermath of a Mexican drug deal gone wrong, dead bodies everywhere, including a dehydrated/serverly wounded, yet still alive Mexican. I followed the tracks of the Ultimo Hombre, and found 2 million bucks on his dead person. I'm now rich and getting away Scott free.

But I'm thinking of going back to help the dehydrated one....

Liar. There are no antelopes in West Texas.
 
Creepness..

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Not really into girls with scars.

:icon_lol: haha

I've found like 8 boxes full of porn mags, seems to be more common than strange judging by this thread. :icon_lol:

And weirdest was, when we found hundreds, maybe even thousands of packages of printing paper. It was a huge fucking pile(I'd guess it was over 2m in height and several meters in lenght), all the packages were clean and neatly stacked. It was like the lot was teleported from some warehouse into the middle of the fucking forest. Next day it was still there, but day after that all of it was gone. There's absolutely no way you could get a truck in there(and why would you even want to) and there were no tire marks. Still puzzles me.
 
I seem to remember as teenager my dad and I stumbled across a little pot growing operation. They had dug a trench around the pot field and filled it with punji sticks viet cong style. Anyway it was on land that my family owns so my old man got pissed and waited in the woods with a 12 gauge for the growers to return. They never did so he called the cops and they came in and removed it all.
 
One time Antelope hunting in West Texas I found the aftermath of a Mexican drug deal gone wrong, dead bodies everywhere, including a dehydrated/serverly wounded, yet still alive Mexican. I followed the tracks of the Ultimo Hombre, and found 2 million bucks on his dead person. I'm now rich and getting away Scott free.

But I'm thinking of going back to help the dehydrated one....

Liewelyn is that you? I thought you died boy!
 
I own land next to a river where there was a town from late 1800's to around 1910 that had a population of 100 people, there's nothing left except a cement foundation of where a blacksmith shop used to be. I find old stuff around there all the time, most of it is junk though.
A couple of years ago the river flooded. I'm guessing there was a cemetery there because there was bones on the ground, sticking out, etc. I called the state historical society, they came out did there thing, then reburied the bones.
Nothing really creepy, it's still weird seeing bones then someone telling you they're human.
 
I own land next to a river where there was a town from late 1800's to around 1910 that had a population of 100 people, there's nothing left except a cement foundation of where a blacksmith shop used to be. I find old stuff around there all the time, most of it is junk though.
A couple of years ago the river flooded. I'm guessing there was a cemetery there because there was bones on the ground, sticking out, etc. I called the state historical society, they came out did there thing, then reburied the bones.
Nothing really creepy, it's still weird seeing bones then someone telling you they're human.

As someone who is an avid metal-detectorist, that would be a dream come true. Probably all manner of gold and silver coins in that ground.
 
I was getting stoned with a friend in the park and we hiked to a part of the forest that is pretty dense. There are very faint trails through the foliage but the trails are not really big enough for a human so I don't think people walk there often.

We found two holes that looked a lot like shallow graves. Didn't think so much of it at the time but didn't hang around either. They were about 2ft deep and about 7ft by 3ft. Might not have been graves at all but it was fairly suspicious.
 
Alaska is nothing but woods. You go for a walk in any direction for five minutes and you're lost in the woods.

In my early 20's I had a job which required me to run a boat up and down the Yukon River frequently. Sometimes I was required to camp out with no real shelter. Though most often I'd find someone in the village who was nice enough to give me a place to stay for the night.

It's always a mixed bag when you stay at a strangers house overnight. There were a couple families who's homes I avoided because they were drunks or would constantly ask for money even though I never agreed to pay. Then there were families I'd frequent more often than not because they had grown up daughters staying with them. Now I'd seldom get involved with these girls but it's always nice to have female company especially when you've been out in the woods for weeks on end.

I remember I'd stopped by a little town called Galena late one night. There was a guy there who was really cool and seemed to be okay with me spending time alone with his daughter. His entire family loved me and wanted me to pursue her it seemed. After some chit chat with the guy I ask where she is and he tells me she's out on the four wheeler somewhere and said I can borrow his if I want to go find her. I ain't about to turn down some riding so I hop on and head to an area about a mile away in the woods(
its all woods) where they have a dog kennel.

She's there. Looking good, it'd been a while since we'd seen each other and her hair grew out. We hug and she begins kissing me like a wife who's husband just came back from war. Now we've never really gone past kissing, I'd been holding off cause if something doesn't go right there's a good chance their home wouldn't be available to me.

I quickly realize this is going somewhere. We're out here in the middle of nowhere with only a bunch of howling dogs this might be the only alone time we get. So I start undressing from the waist down and she does the same. Keep in mind we're at a remote dog kennel, it looks like this picture but the dog houses were more modern and had doors to lock the dogs in(it was summer also, no snow).

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Its time to get down. Either we go at it in the dirt, against a tree covered in sap, or on top of a dog kennel. I chose the kennel, she bends over on it. Like that. Things are going great, puttin' in work.

Girls tend to make noise during sex, she was no exception. Dogs don't tend to be cool with a strange person making their owner scream, so as you can imagine they were barking up a storm. Whatever, they ain't getting out. I'm safe, and puttin' in work.

But amid all the noise I didn't hear the kennel breaking....crash! It collapses. She goes down face first with my body weight behind her and an 80lb dog gets loose. I spring to my feet and this things already got a hold of my leg. Attempting to get loose I inadvertently give the dog my arm. While getting mauled I see her slowly rise and it seems her chin is split open. And she's begins screaming. Not screaming at the dog who's trying to kill me, she's screaming at me for punching the dog who's now given me several lacerations to my arm and leg.

After a few seconds of cool down she gets the dog off me. Her and I are both covered in blood, quite the scene. I've had some shit go down in the woods but never in my life thought I'd be half naked on the ground and bloody after sex. The girl is no longer mad at me but concerned about my wounds and says we need to get back to the house quickly. I'm hesitant....imagine a father asking you to go hang out with his daughter and you bring her back with a busted chin. Never mind the fact it happened during copulation.

We went back, everything was fine. Gave him some story of the dog coming at me and her slipping on her face during the melee. I never went back and hope she's doing okay. Not really into girls with scars.


hahahahaha dude I KNEW there was a reason I liked you! This...was....beautiful
 
I remember when I was down Rock Creek Park and I found a knife sloppily hidden underneath a bridge over a stream. I thought it was a bit disturbing because the news will report rapes and occasionally murders that occur on the jogging trails that are nearby.
 
I caught a catfish (with my hands) in a pond that only existed because of melting snow; the pond was there about a month before it just soaked into the ground.

I have no idea how the catfish got there, I assume someone caught it somewhere else and put it there for whatever reason.



Perhaps?
 
As someone who is an avid metal-detectorist, that would be a dream come true. Probably all manner of gold and silver coins in that ground.

There isn't anything left really. I catch people down there all the time with metal detectors.
 
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