Did not turn us on. Just needed reassuring of our manhood after we were used.

Yes the Colin county dove hunt thread inspired this thread. The hunter probably got off watching the others hunt

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Told my friend I think we just got jacked off too.

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Most awesome homophone confusion evar.

My PaPa grew up on the Cibolo Creek in the tiny town of Panna Maria. He swore up and down until the day he died that, as a kid, when he would walk back to the house at night from fishing on the creek, a floating green light would follow him home.

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These two fellers were a standin on a bridge going to the bathroom. One feller says the water is cold. The other feller says the water is deep. I believe one of them fellers was from Arkansas. MMMMMM, HHMMMMM

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Yea the empty wheelchair would creep me out. Thinking the gut committed suicide or something

Many moons ago I went camping with my brother. We were running late and pulled into a national forest campground well after dark. The campground was completely empty. We start pitching our tent in the light of our car headlights. We are putting the finishing touches on the tent when in the tree line by our campsite we hear: CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH like footsteps in the dead leaves. Then the sound of a tree falling. We look at each other and say "let's GTFO of here!". We unpitched our tent in about 20 seconds, jumped in the car and sped out of there.

To this day I have no idea what happened. We were both seriously freaked for an hour or so. It was THAT creepy. Deer? Bear? Guy with a hockey mask and chainsaw? I have no idea. But that may be the most freaked out I have ever been.

During an internship in the early 90's I had an internship With the USDA NRCS doing soil surveying. I was in Angelina National Forest, 10 miles from any paved road. I had driven my gov truck as far as i could off the forest service road on to a dim road. Dim road ran out, so I was about to get out and unload the 4 wheeler.

I look out the window and see a tall, skinny black guy with a huge matted afro 30 yards from me. All he was wearing was a torn up pair of jeans. About all that was left were the seams. He appeared to live in the woods/off the land. Scared the chit out of me. No words were exchanged. He just stared at me as he walked by.

I left some blankets, jeans, socks and a worn out pair of work boots next time out in that area. Next trip, the items were gone. Talk about living off the grid!!!!!

This thread started out rough, but is gaining traction.

When I was a kid I went over to a friends house for a weekend (two night) campout. We were probably 10 or 11 years old and it was our first time tent camping on our own. The house was about a half mile at most from where we were camping. We were down by the creek and there were a bunch of woods around us and no other houses within a mile or so. We had just finished putting out the camp fire and had laid down to get ready to go to sleep.

We still had a flashlight on in the tent. We look up and see two hands pressing down from outside of the tent. We are obviously freaked out and are flailing/pushing/punching at the object and I actually remember making solid contact. We unzip the tent expecting to be grabbed, but see or hear nothing. We didn't wait around to find out though, we proceeded to sprint as fast as a 10 year old can run back to the house. My friends older brother and dad both claim it wasn't them. Needless to say we stay in the house that night. The next night we are catfishing right at dusk at their pond. Across the pond, we see some dude just staring at us in the bushes. We again high tail it back to the house. To this day, I have no idea what the hell was going on. Apparently they had a creepy old man neighbor, so that was my friend's best guess. We never camped back there again. I think someone was just jacking with us, because we would have been easy targets had they actually intended to do us harm. Either way, not a fun first alone camping experience, but I'll never forget it.

Had a similar incident like what MasterAggie described happen to me while I was walking at Lick Creek Park in CS one evening.

I came across a still smoldering hulk of what used to be a Ford F150, complete with a crisper in the drivers seat one day while in the desert north of the White Tanks just west of Phoenix. That was fun.

I also had to walk about 2 miles through some of tje same desert one night when the battery on my buddy's truck died after several hours of shooting. All i had was a Walther P22 with a single 10 round mag left. It was a full mood, and every time i came over a ridge or draw i fully expected to walk into a No Country For Old Men scene. Very unnerving, but interesting all a the same time.

Another time i was about 5 miles southwest of where we came across the burning truck doing some scouting. I am in the middle of a flat area that was pretty thick with mesquite scrub when i nearly fall into a pit oddly shaped like a grave in the middle of nowhere. Somebody drove a backhoe out there, dug a 6 foot or so deep pit about 3 feet wide and 8 or 10 feet long, then drove off. I didnt wait around too long after coming across that one.

Weird things would sometimes happen out in the desert.

IDAGG, did you and your buddy ever discuss the possibilities of it being a beaver?

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Had a similar incident like what MasterAggie described happen to me while I was walking at Lick Creek Park in CS one evening.

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Interesting proposition in a park with that namesake....

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IDAGG, did you and your buddy ever discuss the possibilities of it being a beaver?

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No we didn't. I didn't think we were near water, but it was dark so who knows. It was a classic case of "a bump in the night" or "fear of the unknown". I am sure there is a reasonable explanation for what happened. But not knowing what it was, and a very dark completely empty campground......and your imagination goes into overdrive.

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I came across a still smoldering hulk of what used to be a Ford F150, complete with a crisper in the drivers seat one day while in the desert north of the White Tanks just west of Phoenix. That was fun.


Another time i was about 5 miles southwest of where we came across the burning truck doing some scouting. I am in the middle of a flat area that was pretty thick with mesquite scrub when i nearly fall into a pit oddly shaped like a grave in the middle of nowhere. Somebody drove a backhoe out there, dug a 6 foot or so deep pit about 3 feet wide and 8 or 10 feet long, then drove off. I didnt wait around too long after coming across that one.

Weird things would sometimes happen out in the desert.

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Holy crap schmellba, both of those would creep me out. The trench sounds like somebody was preparing a grave for future use. I wouldn't hang around either.

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I heard from someone awhile after that happened that Lick Creek Park is a place known for where those types of folks frequent.

Now everytime I think about it, I'm reminded of the scene in There's Something About Mary when Ben Stiller picks up the hitchhiker and stops to take a piss on the side of the road.

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Did they accept your proposition?

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That could have been a trench dug by artifact hunters. I know a guy who used to do this until he got busted in New Mexico. Used a hoe to dig a trench in a suspected area, then hand dug when he found the loot.

*Buddy and I stopped at a roadside park outside of Graham so I could pee. This was about 1 AM. Out of nowhere an attractive woman popped out of with a "broken down car". In hindsight, the attractiveness could have been related to 2 months of working at a boy scout camp goggles. After a couple minutes, not so shocking, her boyfriend pops up too. Turned out, thank God, they actually had a messed up car. By shear stupid luck, I actually figured out how to fix their issue. Then it got weird. We'll just say she offered up a tag team, "and I'm clean". Yeah......no way in hell. Then I hear "well, we missed the party tonight, do yall have an coke?" Not thinking this through, I did have a couple Cokes, and said "Yes". They instantaneously both turned into raving loonies running to, and trying to dig through my truck. We had to physically drag the woman out the window.

*Worked for several months down in the Florida Keys chasing little Key deer around. Had on buck that hung out by himself out in the boonies on No Name Key. You had to drive to the end of a blacktop road, then drive out about a mile on an unpaved, locked USFWS refuge road. Generally it took about 10 minutes to figure out where he was. I did a lot of my telemetry work between midnight and 6 AM. On the night in question, I turned off the paved road about 1 AM. I find the deer fairly quickly, maybe 8 minutes. When I got turned around, first thing I see is that there is a very bright orange glow from back at the gate. Really no doubt that there is a really big fire, I had no cell phone, no one picking up the radio, and the road/gate is the only way out of there. Sure enough, there's burning old VW complete with charred driver about 20 feet from the gate.

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I heard from someone awhile after that happened that Lick Creek Park is a place known for where those types of folks frequent.

Now everytime I think about it, I'm reminded of the scene in There's Something About Mary when Ben Stiller picks up the hitchhiker and stops to take a piss on the side of the road.

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Sad to say, but back in the day before the roads were paved out there, a guy kidnapped an Aggie from a parking lot on campus, took her out to Lick Creek Park and slit her throat, leaving her tied to a tree.

She survived though, and managed to get untied and made her way back to the road where (thank the Lord) a car happened to be passing by. They rushed her to the hospital and she made it. The police caught the guy.

So ursus if I understand you, in the few minutes it took you to drive the mile down the dirt road and locate the deer, someone got roasted in a VW by the gate? Holy Crap! I assume foul play? Ever find out what happened?

Small world. Hope she's continuing to do well.