doenightmare
Gone But Not Forgotten
I come out while it's light cause I'm outta beer - not cause I'm skeered.
Howdy all. Figured I'd kick this one around again.
Anyone had anything along these line occur to them?
Yes, I have had the feeling and yes, I was. Instead of scared I was curious to find out, who what? Then I would start doing the watching and sneaking but I always had to take a time out and find some moss. I don't know what it is about sneaking around spying on folks that makes me have to go, but it does. I'm not a Game Warden or anything close but I bet they carry paper with them and use alot.
I don't watch horror movies because what you let in your brain is good or BAD. I coonhunt by myself most nights. I have caught glimpses of Lepricon looking folks when I get in certain palmetto patches darting here and there. Last year, one night, I had a dog trailing in a bad place I could not get in to or call him out. I left my coat on the ground and was fixing to leave. Since I don't drink a drop while I am hunting, I called the hunt over to myself and fixed me a strong drink out of a pint I had in my toolbox. I said well, I'll just leave to other half of the bottle here by the coat in case they were Lepricons.
The way out is long and winding . Just before I got to the paved road there was my dog standing in the dirt trail. I went back to get my coat. When I got back the bottle was dry.
I have been back to that place several times to hunt. After the third time I learned to lock my toolbox or I would not have a toddy when I got back out.
Once at my shooting club, I had a weird experience. It was mid-week, late afternoon, I was the only one there, gate was locked.
I had loaded 5 .270Win and wanted to test them out, I also wanted to shoot my .40S&W pistol. I went to the rifle range first, set up, put a (brand new) target out, etc. Walking back from the target, the weird feelings started (I'm not one who gets weirded out easily).
I fired two rounds, letting the barrel cool, and absolutely felt like someone/something was there. Looked around, thinking someone had driven up up - nope.
It got so hinky feeling a slipped a mag into the pistol and wore it on my belt (range violation, but, hey...)
I continued firing, but felt like I was being watched the entire time.
The last round I had to absolutely stop myself from jumping up from the bench and turning around.
I wasted no time in going downrange to check my target, feeling like I was being watched the entire time. When I got to the target, there were six perfect bullet holes.
I know it sounds crazy, but I fired 5 rounds only. I only brought 5 .270 rounds and had 5 casings in my pocket. (No, the rifle was clear, no extra case. I only loaded 5 and brought 5 that day)
It was all I could do not run back to the firing line. I forced myself to walk back, gathered my gear, threw it in the Jeep and took off.
I did unsnap the holster flap and I did lay the pistol in the seat beside me on the way out.
Very strange. Say what you want, it was a new target, I only had 5 cartridges, there were six bullet holes in that target.
There was no one else (no vehicles, anyway) at that range on the way in or on the way out.
Needless to say, I didn't stop by the pistol range.
You were a "thoughroughly dangerous individual" at that point. LOL
I had that feeling today when I was walking down to this spot.
Hung out for a minute and took a couple of photos.
I posted this one on another thread and something unique was pointed out.
See anything.....???
Now look to the right of the big tree....see the face? Kinda neat.
and also a moss face a few feet straight above / over the obvious one.