Creepy/Scary or Strange Outdoor stories....

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I love creepy/scary/strange outdoor stories ... Love to retell them next to the camp fire. Anyone got any good stories? Though I don't have any good ones at the moment, here is one I found online. Enjoy:
When I was 18, about 20 years ago. I was riding bikes with my buddy on a mountain road. It was getting dark and we were still making our way back to his car when I got a flat tire. Didn't have a spare or a patch, so I started walking. We decided that he would continue on, get the car, and come pick me up. I kept walking. Soon, it got totally dark... and I mean TOTALLY dark. No stars, no moon, no city lights nearby... it was real dark. I let my imagination wander a bit, but I wasn't nervous or anything, until I heard a noise up ahead. Something was in the bushes. I thought it was a squirrel or something, so I made some noise to scare it off. I walked a bit more and heard the noise again. Something was sneaking in the bushes ahead of me. I started humming a tune and banged on my bike a bit to make more noise. A few more steps and I heard it again, louder. I was getting pretty freaked out by now. I stopped and took a quick inventory of defensive equipment at my disposal. I was debating between using the plastic mini bike pump or the bike itself as a weapon. I decided that using the bike as a shield was probably my best bet. I strained my ears and didn't hear anything, so I kept moving forward, bike at the ready. I didn't go more than 10 steps when I heard the sound again and it was almost right next to me. I strained my eyes and found the creature skulking in the brush... a plastic grocery bag stuck on a branch. Every time the wind blew, it would shake the bushes. Needless to say, I survived that harrowing encounter

 

[AGL4now]

I have been stalked by Brown Bears five times in broad daylight, it is both funny to watch, and slightly exciting. They will hide their head behind a bush, and they think you can't see them. They stalk around in a ever tightening circle, but will stop and drop their head behind a bush or tussock, then peek up at you. Here is 800 pounds of bear in the open, and he is playing peek-a-boo with his head, and his whole body is out in the open.

 

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Wow, I've never been stalked but what a scary situation to be in! Care to share one of your stories in a bit more detail? I'm looking for great campfire stories to tell.. Thanks!

 

[AGL4now]

Wow, I've never been stalked but what a scary situation to be in! Care to share one of your stories in a bit more detail? I'm looking for great campfire stories to tell.. Thanks!

It is really not scary, it is much more funny because they think if they can't see you that you can't see them. I always had a large rifle. What is interesting is that after watching them stalk (me or us) it can go on for a long time with them closing closer and closer, but I never had one charge at any point from a stalking event. One time the client wanted to get some good photos with his 35MM camera, so I let the bear get real close. When it was over the hunter said: "Your going to need a bigger Gun". He was correct, and that is when I switched to a .458 Win. Mag..

 

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Being stalked by a bear: Scary! In all seriousness, I can see the humor in them thinking we can't see them behind a bush etc. A friend was out hunting in Kodiak and was making his way up a very large hill. He said he stopped to have lunch on a log then continued hiking uphill. After a while he looked down where he was and saw a Brown Bear basically on the same route he was on. It stopped at the log where he had lunch then proceded to take the same path up the hill as he did... since he was deer hunting, he didn't have confidence with his gun against that bear and didn't want to shoot it and deal with the hassle of that, he hightailed it (downhill) back to camp... Personally, I carry a shot gun with slugs. . .

 

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Here's another one I found online:
I used to live in Northeast Ohio.. Wayne County to be precise, just outside of Akron. A few towns over is a town called Marshallville and just outside of it is a small nature preserve. less than 5 acres. It is basically a trail in the woods and some of it is a boardwalk. Most people don't know it is there. A friend of mine liked to walk there and usually he was alone when doing it. He was on the boardwalk, walking and another guy is in front of him, my friend is quickly gaining on him.They are the only two out there, pretty much quiet all around.
My friend also resembles a dump truck driving through a nitroglycerin plant. He's not the silent & deadly type... His footprints on the boardwalk sounded pretty scary.

As he was about to pass this guy, his cell phone rings... it was me calling. My ringtone is "Dueling banjos" All I could hear was him laughing from the other guy running off..

 

[kingfisherktn]

I once saw a picture of Sarah Palin with gogoalie, does that count as scary?

 

[kantill]

I was taking my akita Max for a walk on my uncle's property in Montana like I always did on the weekends. There was some fresh snow on the ground and I just had let Max run free for a bit. While I was waiting for him to get some exercise I notice some tracks. When I got closer I notice that they were cougar tracks, nice and fresh cougar tracks. I called for my dog and as we were walking on out of there I heard a very large twig snap, I looked around but couldn't see anything. I can tell that I had the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up and Max was trying to get free. I knew we were being followed so I slowing walked both of us out of there. Never saw any sign of the cat again after that day.

 

[iofthetaiga]

When I was a kid in Colorado, I spent alot of time cross country skiing in the mountains, often alone. One beautiful winter afternoon I drove to the winter trailhead of a favorite place and began skiing up the old mining road which wound and rolled its way gently uphill into a remote wilderness area. At that elevation the forest was a mixture of Doug Fir, Lodgepole, and Alpine Fir which transitioned to Alpine Fir, Bristle Cone Pine, then open alpine tundra at the higher elevations toward which I was headed. The first several miles of the trail were fairly well forested and sight distance on both sides of the trail was limited. I was setting fresh tracks in about 4 inches of new snow and there was no sign of another human for many miles. After skiing less than a mile, I began to get the creepy feeling that I was being watched. I started looking around as I skied, and looking over my shoulder. I occasionally stopped abruptly and looked back, but never saw anything but sparkling snow and pristine forest. I continued to ski, but couldn't shake the creepy feeling that I was not alone and was being watched. After a couple miles more I couldn't take it any more. I executed a 180 degree kick turn and headed back in my tracks. I had not gone more than 40 feet when I came to BIG cat tracks in my ski tracks. The big cat had seconds before diverted into the trees just to my left. I set a new record time for the return trip to the car, and although I continued to check over my shoulder occasionally, I never saw anything. The cat had picked me up about 30 yards from the car and been right on my tail for about 3 miles.

 

[iofthetaiga]

I once saw a picture of Sarah Palin with gogoalie, does that count as scary?

A picture of her with anybody is scary.

 

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here's another one I found:
Years ago, a couple of friends and i were out squirrel hunting a creek bottom. We were on the big "wilderness camping expedition" and so had set up tents after saturday mornings hunt. as the day wore on into later afternoon the clouds built up and we could hear thunder muttering, getting closer and closer. We quickly grabbed a big tarp out of the back of my pickup and strung it up between the tents, having to re pitch one of the tents to get it under cover. Hard to describe how the camp looked. we had two tents facing, both big ole style wall tents with the external poles. the big heavy tarp was strung up, supported by cut samplings partially covering both tents. We had the tarp pretty well staked down with the white nylon line, what we called "trot line staging". Fire pit dug out at the edge of the tarp overhang so the smoke would clear. Storm coming, wasnt gonna be no more hunting. Got fire going, pot of coffee brewing, something or another, i don’t remember what, bubbling on the side of the fire, built a fancy multi layers spit and had four squirrels beginning to roast, one buddy was squatted down turning em and we was all gonna take turns.
The storm hits. lashing rain, thunder and lightening like crazy. We are snug and comfy and all congratulating each other on how cool we are, camped out in the woods in a storm. No one had a pistol, just three shotguns. mine was an 870 pump. i remember mine was leaning against one of the many samplings holding up the tarp. We brought lawn chairs for the big campout, the old style(this was back around 1979) and us two were sittin in ours watching the buddy turn the squirrels and tend the coffee suddenly and i mean so fast we didnt even see it happen, a man just stepped under the tarp and stood there with a rifle held in both arms across his body. He had walked up one side of my tent and just stepped under the tarp. Instant shock and pandemonium. Ii reared back and collapsed the chair. I’m scrambling for the shotgun. One buddy literally fell into the fire he was tending it shocked him so bad, gettin some singe marks on his jacket. The other just jumped up and ran full tilt into his tent, knockin it all askew. the guy starts yelling something, like "whoa whoa whoa" . I get disentangled from the chair and got up. I mean we are dead meat, man with a gun RIGHT there. After things got calmed down a bit, turns out this guy was just totally lost, was already lost when the storm hit, and was wandering around in the heavy rain, smelled the smoke from the fire and the squirrel cookin and followed it right into our camp. His rifle was a bolt action 22 with a magazine. When the man saw how bad he had just skeered us he apologied profusely. We wound up loading the guy up in my truck and taking him out to the pavment and up to the pipeline where his car was parked. The guy was totally unthreatening, but he shoulda called out before just ducking under the tarp. It skeered the bejabbers out of us. no one had a gun really ready

 

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Ok here's another to share:
I was in Juneau, Alaska once traveling on business. After work, I decided to drive North out of town and I was stopping randomly at different beaches. I stopped at one and was having a great time on the beach by myself watching the birds fishing and looking at the tidal pools. A truck pulled up in the parking lot above me, and I didn't think much of it...the first time. The truck spun a brodie and left, heading North. I wandered further down the beach, and a few minutes later the truck came back. It parked at the overlook for a bit (the beach was probably 50 feet lower in elevation than the parking lot, there was a bluff) and just sat there...then it peeled out again and headed off to the south. I was a bit creeped out, and about this time I started making my way back to the trail to go back to my car. Right about then, the truck comes back. It parked with it's headlights shining right towards me (it was getting to be dusk) and just sat there. Then it peeled out...but I could hear that it stopped...right where my car was parked. I heard the engine shut down on the truck. Right then every instinct in me said, "Hide." I left the beach and went straight into the woods, and somewhat up the hill. Juneau has big trees and I found one that had been knocked down and I lay down on the far side of it. I was wearing a bright blue jacket and knew even in the fading light I stuck out like a sore thumb. My cell phone had a poor connection, and I wasn't armed because I can't carry any weapons when I travel by airplane. I was scared spitless at this point. Then I hear, "Slam. Slam." and I know that there are at least two people. They had waited a while, I guess, maybe to see if I was coming up the trail. Now they started down the trail, and one of the men appeared to have a long object. I think it was a rifle, but in the fading light it may have been a bat or something else. And he was calling, "Hello....where are you?". All of a sudden I felt very much like I just stepped into "The most dangerous game." I remained hidden, heart beating wildly. I waited until the men were well down onto the beach and then began climbing the hill in the woods up to where I knew the parking lot to be. I tried not to make noise but that was impossible- there were dried leaves and deadfall all over, I was making a heck of a racket. But I guess they never heard me. I got up to my car and the truck freaked me out- it was fully tinted and there was no way to tell if anyone remained in the vehicle. I started the car and tore out of there. I have hiked alone all my life and been in far more remote places than this was but never before or since have I had such a feeling that I was in grave danger. To this day I don't feel I overreacted- I am sure that those men had something very bad in store for me, had they caught me.
Anyone care to add to these? Thanks!

 

[stonemark]

it's really a long story~

 

[Fuel E Fishin Sea]

Some friends and my wife and I decided to kayak and canoe down the Eagle River in the summer of 2009. Great weather, sun, no clouds to start.
We put in at the North Fork of Eagle River (mile 7.4) and were taking out at the Eagle River Loop Rd. Bridge. Then came wake up call #1!
After a few hours on the water, our friends in the canoe (which also had a 2 year old and 2 dogs in it) flipped their boat on a semi-submerged tree limb. I immediately grabbed the baby and put her in my kayak, and I was able to throw a tow rope to the adults who were showing signs of hypothermia after about 30 seconds in the water. I pulled the adults and their canoe to shore and we outfitted them all with warm, dry clothes that we had in a dry bag. So, lesson learned right? Always bring dry clothes and never underestimate a glacial river! Wrong. Because next came wake up call #2!
About 100 yards before we were to pull out of the river (right before the class IV rapids start) we noticed 2 moose on the right side of the river, we were to take out on the left. The dogs begin to bark, and the moose got angry! The moose both jumped into the water and started right for us, coming within feet of my wife! The dogs jumped out onto the left side shore and began being chased by the moose. The smaller terrier was about a foot away from death stomps several times! After yelling, blowing the air horn, and general foul language towards the moose, they retreated into the bushes and we made it to safety. I'd post a pic, but am having troubles figuring out how.

Nice way to start our first summer in Alaska huh? We think maybe it was the moose's way of saying
"WELCOME TO ALASKA!"

 

[Fuel E Fishin Sea]

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[dkwarthog]

Once, on my first wilderness hunt in alaska, we were camped just below treeline on a goat hunt near the mouth of the Copper. I awoke just before light in a driving rainstorm and realized I needed to answer the call. I left the tent quietly to avoid waking my hunting partner, did my business, and was quietly returning to the tent when I noticed the barrel of a 338 WM pointed in my direction thru the slightly open tent flap...turns out that sneaking up on a tent in the near dark thru the brush is not such a good idea when in bear country!! (We had chased off a large blackie just before bed the night before)....

 

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Great stories!! Keep them coming..

 

[GoldMinersLodge]

@ [email protected] Your story made us laugh. Thank you for sharing!!!!!

 

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A friend told me this one: Riding my motorcycle ( easily 750 + lbs street bike) taking a “shortcut “. The shortcut was a “road” on a GPS. I had not seen a car for a very long time and it was very late and completely dark. The first eight miles on the shortcut were fine rough pavement. The road turned to well maintained dirt / gravel. After ten miles of “good” dirt the road started to degrade into a very rough trail. I was focused on dodging the large rocks, deep sand and keeping the bike upright.My speed was no faster then ten to twelve miles an hour MAX. After an hour of the slow moving trial I could see lights of another vehicle moving towards me. I was alone, at night , in the desert on a bike that could not be driven fast over that terrain! For then next thirty minutes I watched as we closed in on each other. I saw no reason in running as I knew they would catch up before I could get back to good road and escape. The was truck slowly moving down the mountain road towards me. My mind raced with thoughts of the movie Deliverance and a truck full of bad guys. I was scared! I knew I could not outrun the truck, I could not turn off the “road” and I was alone in the dark. I pulled to the side of the road and pulled my pistol and two extra mags. As the truck approached, my fear of the impending battle was intense…. At a hundred yards the truck sped up to an insane speed. It was bouncing hard and I could hear the tires spinning, motor revving, and the truck bottoming out the suspension as it impacted the ground after each bump. I stepped further off the road and watched as the truck raced past me in a cloud of billowing dust and crashing noises. As it passed, I could see two males and a girl in the cab staring with terror at ME though the windows! After another fifty yards the truck slowed to a more reasonable pace and just kept going never to be seen again by me. I started to laugh at myself…. I had worked myself up thinking they were going to get me, but they were more scared of me. I just sat down a laughed for a while as they disappeared. After a short rest, I started down the road only to give up on the short cut and turned around. I had enough adventure, and just wanted to head home. On the way home I thought about the incident and realized, I did “ok” seeing my vulnerabilities and making a plan IF they had turned out to be dangerous. Nice turn of events… this time.

 

[dkwarthog]

A similar yet, not creepy story...

On our honeymoon in the southwest, my wife and I were driving a rented jeep and determined to take as many backroads as possible we took a road that the map showed connected a town just south of Vegas to wherever it was we were heading. It started out a nice blacktop road for an hour or so, then turned into a nice gravel road, then a rough dirt road in a really desolate desert area. I mean there was NOTHING out there but cactcus type plants, rocks and dust. We were starting to get discouraged and were about to turn around when thru the dust cloud we see a bunch of dually diesel pickups parked together at some sort of get together. We pulled in to the dusty parking area and realized it was a rodeo...I mean a real deal, out west backcountry rodeo, no rhinestone cowboys here!!

My wife bet me 20$ to walk up to the big group of cowpokes and ask directions for Brokeback Mountain...:lol:


Needless to say I chickened out, but it was worth a good laugh as we turned around and drove back !!