Speaker 1: Hikers, park rangers off a dit. What is the scariest
creepiest thing that you have seen in the woods serious
A few years ago, my brother and I were camping
in Colorado. He heard a twig snap somewhere nearby and
he wakes me up. We scan with our headlamps and
see a huge pair of eyes staring at us through
some willows. I figured it must be a bear. It
kept staring at us for five minutes until we turned
off the lights. We were going to move camp back
towards some other groups. All of a sudden, massive moose
comes charging out of the willows, luckily at Wierdorf before
it collided with our tent. Another time, I was hiking
a trail I hike regularly with my dog, but it
was totally deserted because of some rain. She was ahead
of me maybe twenty yards, when she comes to her
dead stop and belines it back down the trail, completely
ignoring my calls. As I chase her, I notice an
anmistakable mountain lion print. Smart dog. I was hiking in
the Adirondacks with my ex on a trail that was
a loop around a lake with one trailhead exit. Early spring,
so a lot off trail cleanup hadn't begun yet. We
are walking about halfway to check out this waterfall and
I hear this rumbling that sounds like an animal stomping
the ground towards us. I then hear this bizarre, rapidly
increasing ground that sounds like what Hollywood uses for alien
noises and fricking boocket. My boyfriend X tells me to
hold up, but I am crapping myself. I'm out of
breath and refuse to go back the way we entered
the trail. We have to march through this thick bog
that was pulling our boots off to get through to
the other side to exit the loop. We get to
the car and I'm crying at this point. The previous
day was spent vomiting from eating bad food. Next vacation,
we are going to a city. I moped. We had
been to the Adirondacks for the past four vacations, and honestly,
this experience beat me down. Years later, I was listening
to nature sounds on the Internet and I hear that growl.
A chill went up my spine. I learned that's a
real thing. It was a mating call of a run
grouse bearing its wings on its chest. Yup, I freaked out,
beasy of a frisky bird. I was in archaeological field school,
living in a tent for six weeks of seven thousand,
five hundred feet and the closest paved road was ten
miles away. One night I woke to a huffing, snorting,
kinder sound right outside my tent. Next thing I know,
whatever it was was bumping my head. I froze for
a second, then on pure instinct, I did an overhead punch.
Definitely felt contact. Whatever it was went away. This was
on US Forest Service grazing land, so it could have
been the cow with insomnia, but it could have been
a mountain lion or black bear. Whilstn't even tempted to
go out and see what it was, I preferred the
safety of my tent. The trail side Color in northern
California late seventies, hiking with a friend, came across him
at a rock out crapping on empty tam He gave
off a very discomforting viteband. We didn't hang around. We
both independently recognized him when he was finally captured a
few years later and his picture was in the paper.
If I'd been with my girl friend, we might not
be alive. He was a creepy looking dude. I was
hiking in a national forest with my wife and my dog.
The first couple's miles of trail led to a waterfall
and swimming hole, so it was fairly well populated with people.
We decided to hike past the waterfall, which involved a
bit of a climb, enough at least to keep most
people from going past the waterfall. We hiked another mile
or two without seeing a single person. This whole time,
my dog was having a great time, happy to be
in the woods and happy to walk thirty miles. If
we lit her suddenly in a particularly dense part of
the trail, she stopped suddenly and stared straight ahead. She
absolutely would not move another inch forward. We stopped and listened,
but couldn't hear or see anything unusual. The dog, though,
started whining and trying to pull us on the leash
back up the trail towards the swimming hole. I had
never before or since seen my dog act this way,
but I believe she was legitimately afraid of whatever was
ahead of us. Maybe there was a bear, on the trail,
or a coyote, or maybe a serial killer was hiding
in the woods. I'll never know, because we listened to
our dog and decided to get foe as fast as
we could. Who knows, maybe we avoided some gruesome death
deep in the woods. I worked as a tree planter
in northern Ontario, living in temps in very remote parts
of the forest like ours, away from civilization, only accessible
by logging roads. Strangest us from a fellow planter who
found a backpack in the middle of his area with
shoes closed, the wallet with a school it and a
film camera. How it ended up there is a total mystery,
because this is no place for hiking or camping. Scariest
for myself was waking up to my tent vestibule collapsed
in a large bare claw rip, which I apparently slept through,
as well as turning a corner to a large vault
about ten feet away and returning to a spot I'd
planted about five minutes earlier to fresh momma bear and cubprints.
Realizing a bear family had sauntered behind me while my
back was turned was very unsettling, because you do not
want to frick with the bear and her cubs. Canadian
wildlife is scary. Low people constantly underestimate how big wolves are.
They are not just wild dogs. Those themm are huge.
I went to have All Sanctuary once and I was astounded.
My grandfather bred mastiffs, and it takes a lot to
make me impressed with the size of a canine, but
holy crap, wolves aubig. The most surreal experience I had
was during an off trail hike in the Rockies Coo.
I was extremely depressed and spending a day away from
an awful ex. I wasn't really sure what my plan was,
but I fell on my butt through ice into a
shallow stream I was crossing and just said, fricket, I'm
not going back to my car. Well, just near the
top of a steep hill, I almost stepped on some
sort of leg bone. I was like, oh, crap, that's cool,
until about three feet away I I saw several more
limb bones and most of a spine between a couple mounds.
I didn't see fresh blood, but was certain that was
regular territory for something that could frick me up. I
kind of frozen looked around me since I hadn't heard anything,
so far so decided to get a few picks and
then slowly left down the hill. About half way down,
I turned back up the hillcouse. I figured I was
overthinking it and I really didn't want to go home.
About five steps back up and I definitely heard some
animal walking around at the top of the hill, and
I didn't stick around to see it. I slipped in
the water again on my way out. Bears were just
chilling out in our campsite and New Mexico in the
middle of the night, making sounds. One random guy wasn't
an our group. Literally just gets out, grabs a stick
and chuses them out while screaming. Man, that was wild.
Random guy was Russian surrounded by me heads in an
Australian national park at night with no signal. They stopped
us in our car at the gate. Eight maybe five
of them hopped out and surrounded the car. Asked us
if we knew where they could get any I had
my big Becabque knife by my side. Thankfully they left.
That's not a knife. Working in a rain forest in
air Sea, Asia many years ago, one of the things
we did was trap moths at night. You'd sit in
front of her a big white sheet with a lamp
in front of it, powered by a generator, and then
periodically go and see what insects had been attracted to
the sheet. Incidentally, the insects attracted frogs, which attracted snakes,
which attracted bigger things. Due to the noise and light,
the trap was about a mile away from camp, so
you'd be there at three am, all alone, in the
middle of a jungle one cloudy night. There wasn't much
happening on the one am to three am shift. I
heard a russell in the woods beside me. This wasn't unusual,
but it was a bit bigger than I was used
to hearing. The russell got closer, and I started getting tent.
It got closer still, and I was starting to think
that I was going to get eaten by a tiger. Suddenly,
a disembodied face broke out of the tree line, screaming
in an unintelligible language. I practically shat myself, screamed a little,
and the disembodied face disappeared back into the woods, issuing
high pitched giggles. It was only after my heart slowed
that I realized one of the local lumberjacks had given
me a jump scale using a torch under their face
for spooky lighting. I wasn't even mad, it was hilarious.
I'd be swoopy. Was on a camping trip in the
Boundary Waters in Minnesota and we woke up in the
middle of the night to this incredibly loud slap and
to splash out in the middle of the lake. Sound
carries really well across water. Our first fear was that
someone was shooting at us, and that was absolutely terrifying.
Then we heard it again a bit closer, and one
of the guides realized it was a fricking beaver slapping
its tail on the water before a dove below. My
last trip up there, I was awoken from a midday
map by my buddies sing songily screaming bear. Turns out
we made camp in the middle of a berry patch
and the bear was having a feist about ten feet
from my head. Was camping with my boy scout troop
at the time and woke up during the middle of
the mic to footsteps and breathing. It got louder and
more footsteps started. My bunk mates were up too at
this point. Then we start to hear huffing at animal
noises turns out the field our campsite was that it
was in the middle of an apparent cow crossing. Had
to be at least thirty of them walking by at once.
Definitely a scary moment to wake up to in the
middle of the night, hearing a million footsteps and animal noises.
For your information, cow pies everywhere. The next morning, Oh,
I love pie. A pack of dogs ran up on
my wife and I while hiking out of the Grand
Canyon at about three am, a very very dark outside.
Her and I had headlamps. We stopped, they stopped. All
I saw was a bunch of glowing eyes and bushy
tailed silhouettes. After a beat, I realized they were working
dogs for the reservation, so I just went he I
puppers in the same voice I use for my dog,
and they immediately went on their way. Ended up not
being dangerous, really, but I almost shat myself. I was
camping at a B LM campground on the Navajo Reservation
near a little town. I was grilling a steak and
just hanging out when a pack of reservation dogs showed up.
I threw another steak on the grill and shared it
with them, and they hung out four hours, all real friendly.
I went running through a trail near my house one afternoon,
headphones and under my mind elsewhere, just because I knew
the path really well. I came around a bend and
through the gap in the trees. About twenty feet in
front of me, I locked eyes with a dead and
rotting deer. Somehow it was postured in a way that
made it look as though the corpse were staring through me.
I turned around and bolted out as fast as I
possibly could. You should watch the movie The Ritual, A
sleeping fearal hog with piglets. God, I hope you booked
it away from there. My dad was stuck on the
roof of is mute because of a pof pig once.
It was scary because I was locked inside the car
looking at it. I'm not a ranger, but I've hiked
parts of the Appalachian Trail. This occurred in West Virginia.
I believe happened about eight years ago. Was hiking with
a group. We spread out naturally based on hiking speed.
I was in the middleish group of four of us,
and one person had to stop to pull the tick
off other two. One leader stayed with them but I
decided to hike on ahead and see if I could
catch up with the lead group. The yet is extremely
well marked with white places, so I wasn't worried about
getting lost. I knew the next landmark was an old
logging road, and sure enough I hit it. About half
a mile later. I decided I should wait for the
rest of the group to catch up, so while waiting,
I hiked a bit down the old overgrown road which
ran perpendicilar to the trail. There was a low stone
wall along one side, and I was strolling along it,
checking for anything interesting like artifacts stuff, when it was
like I crossed an invisible line. All of a sudden,
it was like sound cut off. No birds or insects called.
When seconds that go there had been multiple birds singing,
Even leaves on the trees around me stopped rustling. It
was just this sudden, unnatural, deafening silence. For whatever reason,
I took a few more hesitant steps forward until I
hit this invisible wall. It was like suddenly I was
barraged by this feeling. I can only describe it as
intense and welcome, as if I had entered the house
of someone I knew hated me, but multiplied by about
one hundred. All the hairs on my body stood straight up.
I stopped dead in my tracks. The feeling was so
strong that I didn't even want to turn my back.
I couldn't see anything down the road threatening or otherwise
that would give me this feeling. But I knew I
had to leave immediately. I just knew I was not
meant to be there, and if I stayed, something bad
would happen. So I walked backwards, slowly, never turning away
away from the road, and trying really hard not to
even blink. Finally, I crossed that invisible line again, and
I could hear the birds singing and the leaves rustling.
I didn't turn around until I heard the leader I
left earlier, asking me if there was anything called down
the road. I was like, nope, let's keep going. Looking back,
I figure it was a bear or cougar just out
of sight that my instinct managed to pick up on.
But at the time, dang, it just felt fricking creepy
and almost paranormal. I was working at a remote mountaintop
microwave radio site near Prince Rupert, BC in January. The
road to the site was impassable even by snowcut ue
to deep snow drifts. I had to be dropped off
by Helly in the morning and get picked up at
the end of day. The building was small, single story,
maybe thirty x forty featuring windowless with a metal front door.
I'm puttering away with music on but otherwise not making
a lot of noise. When there is a knock on
the door. I thought it a bit odd someone else
would be up here with me, but go answer the door.
Nobody there. I go out and look around. Note nothing there,
no prince or tracks. I figured maybe some ice had
fallen and made a knocking sound. Go back inside and
resume what I was doing. A couple minutes later, there
is a knocking on the door again, but longer duration.
This time. I opened the door. Nobody. I go out
and look around nothing. Go back to work. A minute later,
knocking again. This time it sounds like someone is angrily
pounding on the door to be let in. This time
I opened the door with my crowbar in hand. There
was no doubt someone was there. Open the door, nobody,
w tf. Step out and look around. No sign of
any one. Again. I get the feeling somebody is watching me.
I'm peering into the bush around me and see nothing.
Something compelled me to look behind me, and that's when
I met the amused gaze of a raven perched on
the roof edge, centered above the front door. They squawked
a happy roc rowc and flapped off to the tree line,
buttole the silhouette of a massive humanoid figure round head
no snout, at dusk moving through the foliage at ridiculous speed.
It was extremely loud, branches swinging, stick snapping. Instinctively, I
fled by foot, even though it wasn't coming in my direction,
even left my ATV behind in the process. Was driven
back later with others to retrieve it. Never saw it again.
Still don't know what it was. Scary guest was in
the back country in the Canadian Rockies about a two
hour Hiken and my friend and I each had a
dog on leash all around us and so close it
made me jump. At least four wolf started howling. It
was really cool, but I was a bit concerned about
our dogs. Never did see the wolves that they howled again,
though not from was close when we walked back a
few hours later. I've had a similar moment when a
large at least twelve murder of crows was swooping all
around and passed me from tree to tree after I
tested my new croak. I had also scattered food for them,
so I was pretty excited to be so close to
my favorite animals. But to living idle concerned I said
something offensive. Recently walked across a deer leg. Nothing had
decomposed yet, so I know it must have been killed recently.
Didn't see any other parts of it. Coyotes and cougars
are owned to be around the area. Just kept close
with the dogs and left back home as it was
a trail near the house. Another time was leaving a
trail due to thunder and lightning rolling in. Was taking
some photos off trail of a river and had to
crawl through some bushes back onto the trail. Out of
the bush, I realized, I'm face to face with a
big bud mail moose. I mean, I knew these guys
were big, but holy crap. We stared at each other
and the eyes for a good minute before he continued
to keep eating and move on down the trail. At
his own pace, was grabbing around a tree the whole
time that was climbable in case he charged. Really wish
I got some pictures, but the rain was starting to
come down quick and didn't want to risk breaking the camera.
There's a video or the moose running next to a
car SUV and it's easily taller. According to Google, their
average height can go up to seven featuring tall. But
I know for a face big bull moose can be bigger.
They're terrifying huge. I like to call them the hippos
of Canada cause they can be fricking mean to park
ranger here. Hope I'm not too late to the game
and someone can enjoy this. There's plenty of odd things,
but the scariest thing I've encountered tired was working at
a National Wildlife Refuge that was formerly US Army Labs
Soldier R and D site. There was about ten years
worth of clean up of random things like barbed wire
barricades before it opened to the public in the early
two thousands. If you aren't familiar with the National Wildlife
Refuge system, you're not allowed to leave the trails well.
As a ranger, I often need to. One time when
I get deep into the woods a considerable distance from
any trail, I see a bunch of figures in the distance,
and my stomach drops. Could they be uns? Are they armed?
I wait, and they don't move. I announce myself and
proceed on the figures. There were about six badly burnt
mannekins in military uniforms just standing there. It was a
weird thing to stumble upon alone, and I felt shivers. Later,
I dug deeper into the matter and found out that
they were part of flame retardant fabric tests. Go fig
that's just one. I found a half eaten person, coyotes
and busted up a sea head forth of July party two.
Not while hiking, but I was fishing on the pond
on my grandparents' property in West Virginia. It's maybe a
quarter mile down the hill from the house, basically barely
within sight. It is backed up to an open field
between it and the house and surrounded by thick forest.
So I was sitting on the right side of tuesday
little dock fishing and after about two hours of near silence,
I heard something rustling in the woods on the left
side of the pond. I smiled and thought, I, oh,
it's probably a bear. I sort off joking to myself.
I look over to see that I was wrong. It
was three bears, a mamma and two cubs, just walking
along the edge of the pond towards me and the dock,
about twenty feet away. Not believing my ey's eye was
thinking ooh, ooh, or crap, this might be a good
day to die. Having not moved since their appearance, and
remembering not to panic, I planned my options. I knew
not to run in that with a black bear you
can usually scare it off by yelling and looking big.
But I also knew that nine times out of ten,
if cubs were there, you were all but dead. The
plans were probably shot, and you were about to get fuber.
The bears got closer, and finally I decided I'd rather
see if I could scare them off with them twenty
ish feet away instead of two feet away. Slowly, with
my back still to them, I slowly got on my
feet and started standing. Half way up, I heard them running,
nearly p myself. I swung around all three bololted off
into the woods. I stood still for a little bit,
still on edge. Then I started walking, then sprinting back
to the house, laughing Monopoly and thanking God out. Loud
for not letting me die to day. Then I went
and told my family on the porch, purposefully in disorder,
that I caught four fish, all about fourteen inches, and
oh yet I saw a bear. I was walking with
my family in the woods above our house and our
little dacks and puppy was sprinting up and down the
trail between us, having the time of her life. After
a while, she caught the scent of something and shot
off the trail into the undergrowth. We called for her,
but her interest was fixed on something away from the
path through the undergrowth. After squeezing past some trees and bushes,
I followed her to a rocky overhang. She was barking
and barking at something laying in the soft dirt. At
first I thought it was a bundle of half buried clothes.
Then I saw the patch of blonde hair sticking out
the soil at one end and realized what I was
looking at. There had been a lot of rain recently
and it had washed some of the soil away from
a recently dug shallow grave. Freaked out, I grabbed my
dog and backed up back to the trail. After I
much faster to hike home. The rest of the morning
was spent talking to the police, then talking to homicide.
I never found out what happened. A bear ripped into
one of our attempts to try to get to some
food before it left. No one was hut but really scary.
I was headed up to a shooting spot with two
of my brothers, an old quarry we had been to
several times That is located several miles up a logging
road in a national forest. Every time we had been
there before, it had been totally empty, nothing other than
a little scattered trash and old shell casings to indicate
human presence, but not this time. As we round the
corner into the quarry, we see that a dozen or
so ratty rusted oar vies and a couple of large
tents have been set up in a circle. At the
far end of the quarry, a portable stage had been
set up beneath the tallest rock face forming the top
of the circle. On the stage was a large piece
of charred wood that may have been the cross, though
it was burned down pretty far and hard to tell.
At this point, myself and my two brothers each have
a handgun on our hips, and there is quite the
arsenal in the back of our suv. None of that
mattered or gave us an iota of comfort. I whipped
the car around as quick as I could to begin
hoping the frick right out there. Before I could finish turning,
a small child walked up to the car from one
of the tents. Against my better judgment, I crack the window.
My dad says, nobody should be here. The kid says,
we're just leaving. I managed to respond. The second I
closed my mouth, a gravelly slurred voice roared from the
same tent the kid came from. I told you not
to talk to the fricking cops. I drove quicker than
was advisable all the way back to the highway, and
needless to say, we haven't visited that particular spot since then.
Nothing like loosing a good shooting spot. Normally it's due development,
not crazy Hillbill is moving in and taking up residency intents.
I was on a fifty mile hike with my friends,
and we were fairly separated. A group of two about
five minutes up, a group of around five including me
behind them, and a group of about seven five to
ten minutes behind. Us. We were hiking the mountains where
there was snow, and being the great Northwest animals, no
big deal, we had bare spreadth Something went south. My
group reached the snow and was immediately blown away by
massive cougar pawprints in it barely smaller than my hand,
if at all. I'm a big guy, so my hand's
unsmall by any means. Now, this was cool and a
tiny bit frightening, but whatever, there are big cougars nearby.
We knew that already. The truly terrifying thing is that
the pair five or so minutes ahead of us were
also watching the ground and reported seeing no such poor prints,
meaning a big bus cougar showed up between the time
of my two friends and me reaching that point. When
I was nine, my parents, sisters, and I had went
camping in a state park in southern Minnesota. It was
really late that night and we were getting ready to
go to bed. I was looking into the darkness for
a while, because I am absolutely terrified of the dark.
I saw a shadow of the size of a crawling
four year old run into bushes that were about ten
feet away. That scared the crap out of me, and
it took me approximately an hour to sleep. I was
jumping at every little noise there was. I am still
not happy. Probably just a fox or raccoon, maybe a
big pottun. I used to do a crap ton of camping.
But one night, still early on, I was up with
two friends in the middle of the night, just hanging
out in a field next to the camp sight, looking
at the stars in the almost full moon. It was
so bright outside it was almost like day. When suddenly
I noticed a faint whisper. I thought it was someone
from camp, but no, it came from the other direction.
We all shut up and listened to the faintest of all.
Hey a a a her, to which we fought across
the field away from the camp. The whisper grew louder,
but only ever so slightly, until we came across a road.
Across the road was a fenced in area, but it
was a pretty crappy fence easily crossed. On the other
side of the fences was a small woods. The trees
were spaced pretty far apart from each other there, and
despite the bright moon, it was completely pitch black in
those trees. You could barely see past the first few
rows and now the voice was much louder, but still
as if someone trying to whisper, a voice that sounded
like a little girl, Come play, aye, ir. No women
were with us on this trip, No girls, just the
sounds of a little girl calling out to us in
pitch darkness to play. At one in the morning, we
decided not to investigate further. In around two thousand and five,
a friend and I were walking in Dorso through a
small woodland. It was snowing and my friend, who was
slightly chubby, had fallen in a muddy stream trying to
jump over it. Hilarious. We had been walking for a
cup hours when we saw something on a tree, so
we approached. It was a deer's head. It had been
impaled on a small branch protruding from the tree. The
branch went into the disnick and out on her eye.
Was chilling around a campfire at my friend's house, who
lives in the country. His house butts up to the woods.
Super quiet night. We were all kind of zoned out
staring into the fire when these absolutely horrifying screams came
from the woods. It was sounded like it was less
than fifty yards away. It sounded like a dog being
eating alive, yelping in pain, over and over. It lasted
a good sixty seconds and then just stopped, just agonizing
screams piercing the silence. I still hear it in my head.
Something died in the woods that night. I don't know
what it was, and I don't know what killed it.
We called it a night and went inside after that.
Probably a rabbit. They scream pretty loud. Foxes too. Their
mating calls sound like a woman screaming like she's being murdered.
While hiking yesterday, me and four other friends were at
a split in the trail and consulting a picture of
the trail guide on the phone to make sure we
went the right way. We were practicing carrying back packing
packs with us, and one of my friends was getting tired,
so she and another dude were near the back. She
starts to hear a creaky violin sound start playing. She
looks back and sprints ahead, leaving the other guy in
the dust. He catches up, and our group moves to
the sides of the path for this new visitor. He
was an older guy I am told, who had a
hoodie on in the hood up and the strings pulled
real tight so you could barely see his face. I
actually didn't even see his face. He was running while
hunchbacked while playing the violin while holding it straight up
and down, and the sound it played was on tune
but still creaky sounding. He ended up running through one
split of the path and my group luckily was going
on the other split of the path and we didn't
see him again. TLDR. While hiking, an old guy playing
the violin vertically came running while hunchback behind our group
and went off a trail split rampelstilts Skin. This was
a little over a year and a half ago when
there was a massive forest fire in the Columbia River
Gorge in Oregon Washington. The Oregon side was ablazed, so
my friend and I decided rather stupidly to go to
one of our favorite peaks on the Washington side to
observe the flames. After dark, we march up the trail
for a little bit as the sun slowly goes down,
and eventually we're hiking in complete darkness with nothing but headlamps.
Then randomly, out of the pure darkness, we hear the
sound of some animal. I assume it was an elk
screech loud as all heck, it must have been no
more than ten fifteen yards away from us, and we
had no idea it was there. Then we hear it
tear off into the woods. We both kind of just
looked at each other in confusion and laughed it off.
Still was a good scare by the elk, though, also
seeing some of the most beautiful forested area in Oregon
burned down was scary too. I was living in Portland
at the time and I had to evacuate because of
all the smoke. I miss hiking some of the trails
that were compromised after the fire. I work on a
USFS trail crew, and the scariest thing I've ever experienced
was just a night in the back country. We had
a big fifty thousand acre fire the year before, so
we were out clearing trail with crosscuts in the wilderness
area in our district and we made it to night
three of our trip. I had crazy strong winds like
upwards of forty miles paragusts and could hear trees crashing
down all over. I was in a safe spot with
zero burned trees down, but some of the folks on
my crew were being pretty dance stupid and set their
tents up next to some pretty suspect trees. Nothing ended
up happening to wear anything close to us, but I
was up all night long wandering and waiting for anything
to happen. I live in a valley on the edge
of the city, and the hills around me were used
as commercial plantations for growing pine trees. I wasn't very
far from my home, but the trees and undergrowth were
thick enough that I could see the rest of the valley,
so it had this seri feeling to it. I quite
liked the quiet and listening to the sound of the
wind through the pines. Most of them were destroyed in
a storm in East of two thousand and thirteen. Quite
surreal watching sixty featuring pine trees being snapped in half
a dozen or so at a time. I would do
a circuit through them that would take me about an
hour and a half to two hours to complete, although
at a pinch I could do it in an hour.
The scariest thing I experienced would have been when a
dairy cow came crashing through the underbrush in front of me.
A cow might not sound like the worst thing that
could happen, but I heard they can be pretty aggressive,
and I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end
of one if it charged. The creepiest things I experienced
came before and after the storm. On more than one occasion,
I had this feeling that I was being watched in
the forest. I would stop and listen for a few
minutes and see nor hear anything. It would disappear after
a short while. Another occasion, I found a dead pig
next to a dirt road on the edge of the forest,
curled up like a dog or cat. After the storm,
there were few patches of thick undergrowth that remained, although
while walking through one of them, my dog kept staring
up the hill beside me and would whimper. She'd also
walk right beside me, which was unusual, as she was
always a minimum of five or six meters ahead on
the track of her lad. For what it's worth, I
came across a large wooden crate similar to the ones
hunters and farmers have on the back of their youths
to keep dogs in. Atop a flat part of the
dirt road on the opposite side of the valley, there
were a couple of tied up plastic bags next to it,
and it smelled of rotting flesh. Disappeared after a few days.
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