The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
If you read James Corbett's books, he attributed that feeling with saving his life more than once when a maneater was waiting in ambush.
Kenneth Anderson and Colonel Patterson both wrote of sensing the same when the big cats were close but unseen.
“My horn is full and my pouch is stocked with ball and patch. There is a new, sharp flint in my lock and my rifle and I are ready. It is sighted true and my eyes can still aim.” Kaywoodie
The home place my sister and BIL own was part of the route a band of Omaha and Ponca used when fleeing from a much larger Sioux war party. The chase and skirmishes went on for two days as the Omaha fought a rearguard action to,protect their families from the Sioux.
My sister was windrowing hay in a meadow near the river where these battles were fought, one sunny summer day, when she got a feeling that something was wrong. She said she was so scared she couldn’t even breathe. She got to the end of the meadow, raised the head of the wind rower and headed home in road gear. She is an old German farm wife and isn’t an easy person to spook. She has never had the same feelings since.
“My horn is full and my pouch is stocked with ball and patch. There is a new, sharp flint in my lock and my rifle and I are ready. It is sighted true and my eyes can still aim.” Kaywoodie
Anyone ever been going into the woodline in a fog and see or sense that there are other spirits in there? A quick glance and its gone.
Hunting around graveyards and such
LOL ! No, but tell ole Renegade50 he’s missed around the Campfire!
"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"
"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"
Anyone ever been going into the woodline in a fog and see or sense that there are other spirits in there? A quick glance and its gone.
Hunting around graveyards and such
Hunted a stand for years that backed up to a graveyard deep in the woods. It was still maintained by the various families that had buried kin there. About 30-35 graves. Always quiet there….the Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks always looked interesting on a full moon evening, swaying in the breeze. You’d have to walk right through the graveyard to get to the other side where the box stand stood, looking down a 400 yard sendaro/firebreak.
The residents always knew to be still and keep quiet when I hunted that stand. Our son, then eight years old, was scared to death to sit with me on that stand. 😂 He’d never look down that sendaro for deer….he was busy keeping an eye on the graveyard.
You only live once, but...if you do it right, once is enough.
Anyone ever been going into the woodline in a fog and see or sense that there are other spirits in there? A quick glance and its gone.
Hunting around graveyards and such
Hunted a stand for years that backed up to a graveyard deep in the woods. It was still maintained by the various families that had buried kin there. About 30-35 graves. Always quiet there….the Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks always looked interesting on a full moon evening, swaying in the breeze. You’d have to walk right through the graveyard to get to the other side where the box stand stood, looking down a 400 yard sendaro/firebreak.
The residents always knew to be still and keep quiet when I hunted that stand. Our son, then eight years old, was scared to death to sit with me on that stand. 😂 He’d never look down that sendaro for deer….he was busy keeping an eye on the graveyard.
LOL !
"Allways speak the truth and you will never have to remember what you said before..." Sam Houston Texans, "We say Grace, We Say Mam, If You Don't Like it, We Don't Give a Damn!"
Anyone ever been going into the woodline in a fog and see or sense that there are other spirits in there? A quick glance and its gone.
Hunting around graveyards and such
Hunted a stand for years that backed up to a graveyard deep in the woods. It was still maintained by the various families that had buried kin there. About 30-35 graves. Always quiet there….the Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks always looked interesting on a full moon evening, swaying in the breeze. You’d have to walk right through the graveyard to get to the other side where the box stand stood, looking down a 400 yard sendaro/firebreak.
The residents always knew to be still and keep quiet when I hunted that stand. Our son, then eight years old, was scared to death to sit with me on that stand. 😂 He’d never look down that sendaro for deer….he was busy keeping an eye on the graveyard.
LOL !
kids are smart sometimes
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Y’all need to read “The Gift of Fear” by Gavin De Becker reknown billionaire security expert. Great read and you really should heed those feelings and that little voice telling you to vacate that place ASAP! I had a copy but loaned it to my MSHSP buddy neighbor down the road. It was such a great read that he shared it with his brothers in arms and I never got it back. He swears it has saved him on more than one occasion. Sometimes he’s the only trooper on duty in a 5 county area and help is only an hour or two away. Middle son is LEO also and agrees with De Becker. Got a persimmon tree on the place where a neighbor hung himself with the help of a piece of rope, a 5 gallon bucket and a piece of a 3 strand barbed wire fence. Grandson won’t hunt near there and you get an erie feeling. BIL was on the county coroner’s inquest and was paid the princely sum $5 to be a witness as were a few others.
Just once. Overwhelming feeling I needed to leave a place. The buddy with me didn't argue much.
I had the same experience once. Not near a cemetery and it was a public hunting area. I didn’t see any other persons or vehicles, but shortly after arriving and not walking very far I encountered an overwhelming sense of dread. I have no idea what or why, but I listened to my instincts and left.
"I was born in the log cabin I helped my grandfather build"
