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I was fishing a bass tournament on West Branch Reservoir in Ohio and worked back up into a narrow bay. Lo and behold, there's a couple going at it like pornstars up on the shore. They took one look at me, smiled and just went right on bumping uglys.

I was hunting way up high on the mountain above our camp in Pa., and ran across a propellar sitting on the ground. Not a nick on it, and it didn't appear to have fallen off a plane, as the trees around it weren't all busted up, and the blades weren't damaged. How the heck does a prop end up out in the middle of the woods like that?

I used to hunt rabbits in a chunk of strip mine land near our house. Came through this area one night, and then hunted the same area the next day. I come down by a pit lake, right where I'd walked the previous day, and there's a car smoldering there. Looked around, and it appeared pretty obvious that they'd rolled someone down into the lake. I found a Social Security card laying by the lake. Got out of there and called the cops. They found the body. He was tied to the mob, which was very active in that area.

jaguartx, This was before cell phones, so we waited until well after daylight as to not draw any attention when we left. The Grand Isle Tarpon Rodeo was underway, so we tracked down a La.State Police officer. Granted, it was quite a few hours after the incident, but he showed no interest! Seemed to be too common in La. at the time. memtb

K9 was male or bitch you think?.. 20's master I don't know...possibly dog was the dominant one..

30 miles from town, in Alaska, me and a buddy anchor our 15' Whaler in a tidal creek and wade up 1/4 mile to catch some salmon.

We return in about 90 minutes and see the Whaler standing on its side in the water. We haul ass to get to it before it flips, we didn't make it.

There we are, in 4 feet of water with a 15' Whaler with a 60hp motor completely upside down. His rifle is on the bottom of the creek and we start casting salmon spoons to retrieve the shiet that's floating downstream.

It was a right good time.

Driving from North Nevada to Idaho to visit my brother with entire family in tow. Late start, late drive, just passed into Oregon on 95 past McDermitt and off to my right, a light pacing my speed about 500 yards away. Looked at the wife and three kids, all asleep. Continued for about a mile and suddenly disappeared. The best way I could describe it was some sort of machine on a wire of some sort, like a zip line, travelling next to me. On the return trip, stopped at the site to see if any type of wire or anything was there and found...nothing. Just desert.

Both of my posts sound like I am some sort of tin foil hat guy, but they both happened. Just couldn't find the explanations.

Shoot, just a couple of months ago, pard and I took a Jon boat down the Carson River to hunt geese and ducks. Beached the craft and started to set up the spread. While still dark, felt a surge in the water, some kind of beaver dam or dike broke loose. Watched as it took the boat off the beach with it. Ran down stream with our waders on for quite a spell to catch that boat...

Had to dig out my deer hunting journal for this one. I'm glad I've written this stuff down over the years or else I'd forget the details by now. Here's the condensed version:
Nov.22, 1997...(back in the days of smoothbore slug guns) sitting on a huge hillside, part of 6000 acres of state land, overlooking a small, flat step in the hillside where deer often travel. About a foot of snow on the ground. Freezing cold. A big doe comes along very slowly, stopping every few feet. I'm just slightly above her at maybe 20 yards. She stops right in front of me. Just as the shot breaks she moves forward and I hit too far back. She didn't go far,(maybe 50 yds.) and fell on a creek bank, I ran over there and it took one more 12 ga. Foster slug to finish things. Then I trudge back through the snow to get my pack and other gear. Stopped to look at the tracks in the snow where the deer was when the first round hit. As I saw the blood stained snow something caught my eye. About 10 feet beyond where the deer stood when it was hit, there was a long straight line in the snow. I looked at the line, the blood, and then back up at my firing point.... EVERYTHING LINED UP... "It can't be", I thought. Went over to where the line started as a small groove in the snow. As it went along it got deeper, then stopped. It had turned into a small tunnel under the snow. Ran my finger through this for a few feet, then I grasped something with my thumb and forefinger. Next thing I know I'm staring in disbelief at the deformed, mushroomed 12 ga. Foster slug that had just penetrated that deer through the liver a few minutes ago. Pretty strange, but cool. Always wondered what are the odds that I could ever see something like that again?... A complete pass through and still recover the projectile.

Snipe (Wilson's or Common, whatever they're calling them these days.) Heard a bunch of times is SE OR and NW NV. Usually at dusk. Seems late in the year for it but that's what comes to mind... More searching will give the details how they display, fly way up and then drop down and IIRC the sound is made in the tail feathers...

Saw a hen woodcock fly off carrying one of her chicks. She set it down a few yards away, came back and picked up and flew off with another.

Scouting for deer 25 years ago, smelled something awful, looked around, found a decomposing body. Never want to experience that again.

Was hunting deer with a Marlin 45-70, 25 years ago, used the rem. 405 ammo, a big fork horn comes down off a ridge, about 60 yrds from me, turns broad side I shoot, Knock it almost down it runs toward me as Im about to shoot again it piles up!, tag it gut it out, go back to where it was standing theres a long line or cut in the six ins. of snow. about 15 yrds therea fist sized snow ball, I pick it up and it breaks up and theres my mushroomed 45-70 bullet! still have it some where! damest thing I ever saw! or heard of till the post above!

Interesting story, Jag! Gotta wonder WTF they were... Area 51 project?

I once saw a pile of bear schitt with a chewed up tuna can in it.

I dont know whose they were or where they were from, Doc, but i know what they were, and that they were scary. A week or two later a friend, Randy Whitley, arrowed a nice buck just before dark and he couldnt find it (damned Bear Razorheads). Larry and I went to help him try to find it after after dark. I dont think either one of us went more than four or five steps without stopping and looking up and about.

I dont know if it hit Larry as it did me, and cant remember if we ever discussed it, but at the time I first realized what they were they were still low and to the east of us. My first feeling was fear that they could be able to detect us and I wondered if they were going to get us or come after us and the thought was what would i do if they came for us. It was initially pretty scary until they had passed over us and then amazement took over. Then when they faded out in front of our eyes while up in the sky, it was like they just became invisible. It was definitely a WTF moment.

Of course, after having time to contemplate and figure it out rationally it seemed ridiculous to have been fearful at the time.

I wish I would have been able to talk to the airline pilots who were coming in to land and those departing Corpus at that time and saw them what their thoughts were.

I wonder if they initially thought about keeping quiet.

I wish I had kept a copy of that Sunday newspaper of that event. I dont know if airport radar also picked them up but Im pretty sure it did.

How's that for strange/interesting/unique?.... I've never heard of that happening to anyone but me until I saw that post. Of course, I've also saved that slug. It's on a shelf in one of the gun safes. Like the saying goes; "what would the odds be on that?".

I shot a doe once with my 50 bmg. Funny that we found it much easier to track the slug after the hit in the brush, as it was cutting stuff along the way to the ground, than it was to find the deer.

Deer never left a drop of blood we could find until we found her.

Would have that slug too, but as it was within an inch or so of ground it went into a big clump of pear cactus, didn't come out the other side. A shame in a way, that would have been neat.

I've found other spent bullets on hunts, but never my own.

i might have known the owner of that plot. I do know late 70's high school classmate ended up at the state prison. Small problem with some cultivation near bagdad.

Or my time on the sheriff's department. Woman turning tricks in the forest by lynx lake, another on a park bench at thumb butte park, or for that matter over the 4th couple actively copulating on the court house square with people walking around.
then there was the hootch dug out of the side of a hill up on spruce mt, and camo'd over in the burn area. I could see movement in the hootch decided vietnam was not that far away for some.
or the pvc pipe irrigation for another grow in the bloody basin area.
then there were the homicides. Woman carved up on thumb butte trail, another killed and disembowelled and burned at alto off iron springs.
Don't want get started on the devil worship stuff.
or The guy that was a foot/panty sniffer. Would sneak into houses and steal soiled panties. We would find them after being washed properly stacked on indian hill. I could go on.
I was raised in prescott too, and still have a house there.

quite special in the arizona sun, particularly in a car. you never forget it.

years ago meeting the caretaker at ruby was quite a trip, never got out of the 60's, UofA hippy retread. Lots of dope in that canyon.

I met a guy once that talked liked he had lots of commonsense.....but said he was a Democrat!!

Strange!