Wierd things you have seen in the woods.

When I lived near Cle Elum Washington, in the Cascade mountains, I was hiking and found what I assume were "bigfoot" tracks around and underneath a wild apple tree in the woods. I was with a friend. We hiked back to the little town to report what we'd found and to get people to come verify...and everyone in we encountered said it was no big deal...everyone had seen signs of "bigfoot" regularly. Weird.

I found the same thing when I was about 16. It was an old sack with what must had been over a 100 smut magazines in it. there was also a bag with unopened bear bottles in it.

I suspect now that there are demons who this to lead people away from God and get them trapped into a life of pornography. I mean, think about it, who carries porn and bear into the woods and just leaves it there knowing that kids could find it? If someone is an addict and they repent and want to get rid of their sinful stash, wouldn't they make sure that it was burned or at least put out with the garbage... not taken into the woods for others to find.

My 3rd weird forest story:

I was in high school with 2 other friends. We drove to the mall at about midnight because we heard the rumor that the Luby's restaurant in the mall stayed open later than the rest of the mall, and we had the plan to somehow sneak into the mall and run around at night.

Well we got to the mall and Luby's was already closed, so we started driving back home. On the way back there was a stretch of the highway that was slightly elevated with a lot of forest on either side. Driving past this part we all noticed a bright orange glow reflecting off these low hanging clouds to our left. This glow was coming from inside the forest.

We all thought it was a forest fire and we were looking for an adventure that night, so we decided to drive into the nearest neighborhood and see if we could somehow get closer to this fire.

Driving around in the neighborhood, we could not find a road that headed in that direction of the woods. So eventually we ended up parking our car and just walking into the woods. We had no flashlights or anything, but the orange glow off the clouds was illuminating the surrounding area somewhat. We basically just walked blindly in the direction of the source of the glow. At this point it was probably about thirty minutes after midnight.

After walking through the woods for awhile, we came across a makeshift road in the forest. It was composed of planks of wood lying one after the other. This road appeared to lead directly to the source of this glow. So we walked along the side of this road, in the direction of the glow.

Ahead of us the road curved and ended at this glow, it was enormously bright and there was a strange metallic grinding or roaring noise. We started to get nervous so we took cover in the woods and approached the destination through the woods, so that if anyone was there they wouldn't immediately see us. We came up to a clearing, my friends crouched down and I climbed a tree so I had the best vantage point.

What we were looking at was basically a clearing, at least a football field in diameter, with a gigantic crater in the center. It looked like a classic moon crater, raised on the edges. There was a HUGE flame coming out of this crater, this flame must have been over a hundred feet across and the flames were as high or higher than the surrounding trees. Standing around this crater were approximately 15-20 men in yellow hazmat suits. In the center of this flame I could barely make out a rectangular black object maybe about the size of a refrigerator. In the background of the clearing, behind this flame, were several large trailer houses.

Occasionally a load metallic grinding or roaring would be heard from the crater, and the flames would leap even higher into the air. I climbed down the tree so I could tell my friends what I had seen. We contemplated just walking out there and asking these men what was going on, but we were young and scared that maybe these people would kill us because we saw something we weren't supposed to see.

Eventually we left, and we spent the whole night theorizing about what was going on in that strange scene in the middle of the night in the woods. If it was just regular people doing some ordinary legitimate work, why do it at 1 in the morning?

Several days later I was telling a friend this story, and he didn't believe me. It was during the daytime and we decided to go back to the scene. We basically retraced my steps exactly, parked in the same place and walked through the woods. We found the road and followed it to the clearing. When we got there we discovered that everything, including the crater, was completely gone. It was simply an empty clearing now. We looked around for clues and found nothing.

I posted this story on a paranormal forum many years ago, asking if anyone knew what these guys were doing. No one could give me an answer, apparently it's very odd that these guys were doing whatever they were doing in the dead of night.

Any ideas on why a bright colored pipe would be protruding 6 inches above the ground so many miles into the woods and mountains?

I got a special wilderness permit to go into an area in the mountains in CA where they hadn't allowed foot traffic in, in twenty years.

Growing up in the country, my neighbors and I would spend innumerable hours walking in the woods that were close around.

One particular time while walking in the woods with two of my neighbors, we came to a clearing about 20-30 yards long with a creek running beside it. We decided to take a break and take in a bit of the scenery since it was in the fall and the leaves were changing colors and falling off of the trees before we ventured on.

While we were standing there talking, this old man just seemingly appears from out of nowhere and starts talking to us. My buddies and I were just kind of looking wide-eyed at each other wondering where in the hell this old man had came from. The ground was completely covered with fallen leaves and it was physically impossible for him to walk up to us without us hearing or seeing him. The old man was very friendly but I couldn't help getting the feeling that something just wasn't right about him. I can remember at the time looking at his clothes and thinking to myself that I've never even seen clothes like this before. He was wearing a dirty light blue denim shirt, old dirty denim jeans and an old train engineer's hat. I didn't realize it until many years later since I was probably only 15 at the time and this was the age before the internet but the old man's clothes looked to be from the approxiamately late 1800's.

We talked to him for probably 15 minutes or so but the only things I can remember him saying to us was that he was a ditch digger and that he had helped dig the ditch that was now the creek. He stated that they had dug this ditch for over 70 miles through all kinds of terrain and that it eventually ran into the Ohio River. He said that it was grueling, excruciating, back-breaking work and that for every mile of the creek that they had dug, they had buried a man who had succumbed to the heat or just simply dropped dead from exhaustion. He also said the ghosts of those dead men walk continuously along this creek. He then pointed to an area beside the creek which was about 20 feet away from us and said, "That's where they buried me." Naturally, we all looked to where he was pointing and when we turned back around the old man was completely gone. Vanished. Right into thin air. Not a trace around anywhere.

But instead relocating them, the aforementioned man in a fit of *screw you guys!* released them all... I do know that for years there were tons of sightings of a chicken-killing black panther.

But to my knowledge, we're the only ones that ever saw a Hyena in the East Texas woods.

I was working near the White Mountain Apache Indian Res about 10 years ago. I'd worked hard all week and thought I would just take a night off and chill out.

I drove for miles down a dirt road and far away from the nearest city. At About 10 at night I pulled to the edge of a rut in the road just to kick back. I climbed out of the cab of my truck, lit a smoke and started walking around. I could hear birds and little animals scurrying about. The desert seemed to come alive that night.

I ended up laying on the hood of my truck sucking down a beer and taking in the beautiful stars. Coming from Southern California, I was amazed at the massive and wonderful Milky Way Galaxy. It was great to behold.

I was nearing the end of my first beer and wanting to roll off the cab and grab another one so I propped myself up on one elbow. Then I heard them. The sound of unshod ponies striking rocks as they walked.

At this point I stood up on the hood to see where the noise was coming from. I still couldn't see anything but knew they were coming from my right. I could feel my heart beat rapidly when the first one broke bush.

He was the most proud person I ever saw. His entire body and horse all had a weird glow about them. He wore a full head dress with feathers that touched the horses rump. The ends of the feathers were lit with a reddish glow.

Being scared to death, I didn't know what to do. I froze. I waited as he rode near the front of my truck. Once there, he stopped and stared directly in my eyes. He had deep lines that crisscrossed his face. I could tell that this man was important and held power. He was extremely strong looking, well built for his age and his face shown the worry of many years trying to keep his people alive.

With a slight kick to his horses flank, he pushed on. Six other warriors followed him. Each dressed differently but all glowing as the first. None of them looked at me. They just rode by.

When I could no longer see them or hear them I jumped off the truck and grabbed a .45 and a flashlight. I was still pretty shook up. I flashed the light across the path they'd taken but could find no tracks. Yet I know I heard the hooves striking stones and the horses breaking against the bush.

I ran to the clearing to see if the edges might have broken or twisted branches. Everything looked normal as far as I could tell. Then I heard the sounds.

It was as if they were coming back but now there were dozens of them. My legs became feeble as I chamber a round in the .45. Soon I could not only hear them 50 yards abreast of me but I began to see their faint glows.

I have to admit, I lost it at this point. I ran back to my truck to get away but realized the doors were locked and keys inside. I must have bumped the auto lock when I grabbed my gun and flashlight! I thought about shooting out the window or breaking it with a rock but that might incite them in some way. I was scared.

With my brain in panic mode I ran off the road, deeper and deeper into the brush. I ran until I could run no more than I walked and ran some more. Finally, not seeing or hearing them anymore, I stopped and looked for shelter.

It was cold that night and I had little in the way of supplies with me. All I could think of doing was staying hidden and keeping warm. I didn't dare use my flashlight for fear of being seen. So I reached down and scooped pine needles all around my body.

I must have fell asleep during the night because when I awoke the sky was black with dark clouds and it began to rain heavily. Once again, I felt my life was in danger and knew I had to do something. I used the flashlight to find better cover but even under big trees, little streams of water would fall. After about 10 minutes I found a very small cave. Not a big one like you see on tv. I ran up there to check it out and found it to be suitable enough to completely shield my body with extra room to spare.

By this time, I was soaked! Everything I wore including my underware was wet. I decided to make a fire at the mouth of the cave for warmth and to dry my clothes. So, I gathered fallen wood from under the trees and pine needles. I tried to light the pine needles but they wouldn't catch. Finally, I pulled off one of my socks, found a dry patch near the top and used it to start a fire with my lighter. The fire felt good but smoke filled my small cave. I ended up grabbing a small log and used it to push the fire away from the entrance. It worked and now the cave was clearing but the fire was going out because of the rain. Naked, I left the cave site to look for long branches. I found a handful of large ones and placed them tepee style around the fire. Now, as the rain hit these green sticks, the water clung to the sticks and was displaced around the fire. I dug a small ditch around my tepee waterbreak and watched as the water pooled around it and spilled over in safe direction.

I was very scared that night and couldn't sleep for many hours. When I awoke, I was freezing. My fire was completely out but my clothing was nearly dry. My plan that day was to retraced my footprints, get back to my truck, break the damn window, get the hell out of there and never come back.

I didn't take long for me to realize the rain had washed away my tracks. I had run for hours the previous night and had no clue as to where I was. I could see no landmarks in any direction. I walked around for a while looking for the biggest nearby hill. Once on top, perhaps I could spot something and find a way out.

As I neared the crest of the hill, my heart sank. I couldn't see anything I recognized from my vantage point. As I sat down, trying to collect my self, I saw strange indian symbols hanging in the tree near me or stuck in the ground. There were no footprints in this area as well but I knew it had been done recently. Sticks were used to make the symbols and they were twisted and broken. The wood inside was completely green. I know I had walked into some sort of religious site and I'd better get the hell out.

I backtracked to the best of my knowledge the way I'd come the night before. I fell twice and hurt my right leg in the process. I had to stop for a break. I sat there thinking how crazy the night had been. and tried to rationalize the experience. Finally I just got up and kept walking in a westernly direction. I came to a small pool of water in some rocks and wanted a drink but the water looked filthy and animal and bird dropping were all around the water. I just lay my head on the rock and almost cried. Alright, I cried a little.

After a time, I got up and pushed onward. I saw a fairly large clearing ahead and made haste. When I reached the clearing I froze in my tracks. A wooden indian spear with the blunt end pushed in the ground stood before me. A single white feather with a painted red tip hung loosly near the top. A large rabbit was impaled on the tip. Its guts on the ground and its blood still slowly dripping like small rivers down the length of the spear.

I'll have to finish my story tomorrow. It's getting way late and I have to work tomorrow.

I was walking around some farmland in San Marcos Texas out in the middle of noplace and came upon a few tin shed structures. They were not very big, maybe 10' x 8'.

I started looking inside them and there were a bunch of old bottles and various things from like the 1950s/60s era.

I opened up one shed and it was empty but here is where it gets weird.

When I opened the shed and stuck my head inside I thought I heard rain hitting the tin shed. I closed the door, looked up, overcast day but not a drop of rain in sight.

I opened the door again, stuck my head in, and heard the rain again. I was like WTF is going on.

I walked inside of the shed and that's when the light hit them at the right angle for me to see what was making that noise.

The entire inside walls and ceiling of the shed were covered 3 inches deep in daddy long leggers. They all seemed to be interlocked with their legs. There must have been 50,000 of them. They were all tapping their right longest front leg on the tin of the shed in unison. It was one of the weirdest things I ever saw. They also seemed to put off a weird smell in large numbers like that.

I always wondered about this. Has anyone else ever seen such a thing?

that is scary as hell... id have a heart attack... explain what he looked like? his movements and general emotions?

I saw a dude taking a shit in the woods. The interesting part was the length of the turd. It ran from his ass to the ground as one long shit rope.

Lots & lots of people, evidently. I've found them more than once in different parts of the State when I was kid.

There used to be a huge thread here about this.

Find any porno mags?

I saw a dude taking a shit in the woods. The interesting part was the length of the turd. It ran from his ass to the ground as one long shit rope.

A friend and i found snow in the woods, on the east side of a steep ridge, in the springtime, in a part of California where it doesn't snow.

It was real snow. It was awesome. Played in it. Had a snowball fight. Didn't really connect that it wasn't supposed to be there til days later.

We simply gave up trying to share that story.

Another thing i'm sure all can relate to are the numerous, random, how-the-hell-did-that-get-here, wth-abandoned cars.

Go in any direction in the woods long enough and you're sure to find one. like it was choppered in.

Whoa I have a related story! I live in East TX and when I was younger I was working at a La Madeleine restaurant. There was a lady working there with me who was like 65 years old. I thought it was weird that she was working there and she was so old, and one day she explained to me that her and her husband had lost all their savings on buying an emu farm. They owned tons of emus and kept them in a giant fence that was like 8 feet tall, apparently they can jump really high if they get excited.

Once she told me a story of her 2 dogs, she said that one was young and barked at everything, and one was old and only barked if there was real danger, so they only bothered to listen to the old dog. Well one evening the old dog started barking and getting really excited, so she grabbed her shotgun and went outside. There she was totally shocked to see that a black panther was in her yard, and it was carrying one of her emus OVER this 8-foot tall fence!

She said that for some reason she was so scared that she was unable to shoot it.