Crazy stuff in the bush?

[trigger7mm]

Ok guys and gals, has anyone ever had any crazy happenings or unexplained things happen to them while out in the bush? As for me, I had shot my moose on a trip, and was sleeping in that morning in our wall tent, when I heard a slurping noise right beside my head. Peaked to see what it was, and there was a black bear drinking the coffee and baileys that my partners had left for me when they left in the morning to head out hunting. They had left the tent flaps open because it was such a nice morning. I laid still, and when he finished he thankfully walked right out the door without wrecking anything. By the time I got out of my sleeping bag to take a look, he was heading down the cutline, and we never saw him again. My coffee cup was probably about 2 feet from my head while he was helping himself. When the boys came in for lunch, and I told them what happened, say said I was full of S--T. Lucky I wasn't, or it might have been all over the inside of my sleeping bag. LOL.

[MrDave]

Way back when I was a young teen, my Dad and I drove up to the lake one nice fall evening. On the way, we passed the old gravel pit that used to be by Medicine Lake.
Sett up in the middle was a tiny drilling rig. A one man type unit, drilling away. So we stop and see.
Turns out the door old fellow and my dad had worked for the same logging company in the 40's.
So its come back after supper for a drink. We are sitting there after dark, several drinks have gone down with the sun.
We are sitting in a camper up on heavy saw horses. That has cables anchoring it down. Suddenly the camper shakes a little. Then it gives a couple of BIG shakes.. T
The old guy chuckled. Seems he has had company every night he had been there.
Mom bear had decided his camp was safe and was letting her two cubs use it as a play place. They where climbing up and over it like it was a gym.

[Red Bullets]

Originally Posted by trigger7mm

Ok guys and gals, has anyone ever had any crazy happenings or unexplained things happen to them while out in the bush? As for me, I had shot my moose on a trip, and was sleeping in that morning in our wall tent, when I heard a slurping noise right beside my head. Peaked to see what it was, and there was a black bear drinking the coffee and baileys that my partners had left for me when they left in the morning to head out hunting. They had left the tent flaps open because it was such a nice morning. I laid still, and when he finished he thankfully walked right out the door without wrecking anything. By the time I got out of my sleeping bag to take a look, he was heading down the cutline, and we never saw him again. My coffee cup was probably about 2 feet from my head while he was helping himself. When the boys came in for lunch, and I told them what happened, say said I was full of S--T. Lucky I wasn't, or it might have been all over the inside of my sleeping bag. LOL.

Great story. Nature and her creatures do understand being subtle when necessary.

[Taco]

Ran across a sleepin' bag on a big flat rock in the middle of the Spray River once. Contents were stacked two deep and looked to be doin' the inch worm when I ran across them. They sure were surprised when one of them peeked out and saw 14 pack horses starin' at them from 4 feet away.....

[BeeGuy]

Originally Posted by Taco

Ran across a sleepin' bag on a big flat rock in the middle of the Spray River once. Contents were stacked two deep and looked to be doin' the inch worm when I ran across them. They sure were surprised when one of them peeked out and saw 14 pack horses starin' at them from 4 feet away.....

Woops...

[twofifty]

Originally Posted by Taco

Ran across a sleepin' bag on a big flat rock in the middle of the Spray River once. Contents were stacked two deep and looked to be doin' the inch worm when I ran across them. They sure were surprised when one of them peeked out and saw 14 pack horses starin' at them from 4 feet away.....

Like how you put that. Great timing to the story!

[Jamie]

Originally Posted by Taco

Ran across a sleepin' bag on a big flat rock in the middle of the Spray River once. Contents were stacked two deep and looked to be doin' the inch worm when I ran across them. They sure were surprised when one of them peeked out and saw 14 pack horses starin' at them from 4 feet away.....

Damn pack train caught me sitting on a log with my pants down.
Couldn't get up, just had to wave..... This was at about 50 feet.

Jamie

[Red Bullets]

Back in 1970 myself and a friend decided to climb a 'hill' in the Kootenays near Winlaw, BC. We climbed for about 4 hours and got to the top early afternoon.
The top was lush as the amazon jungle. Very humid, wet, ferny and jungle like. Couldn't see further than a few feet in any direction because of the vegetation.
All of a sudden we heard a very load sound on our left. It sounded like it was coming from a very large set of lungs. Instantly the hair on my neck stood up as if by instinct. Both of us decided we should make some noise so whatever it was we wouldn't surprise it. Then another sound came from our right. Now there were two sources of deep sounds. We both yelled and the sounds stopped. We left promptly and what took us 4 hours to climb, took a little more than an hour to descend. One of the more memorable days in the bush in my lifetime.

I never saw anything that day, but I know what I heard. The only thing I can compare the sound to would be howler monkeys, if they weighed 600 pounds.

[plinker]

Late 70's I was going to my campsite in the bush on the other side of the Clearwater River just past Caroline. It was dark and as I went to cross the river, I saw a truck with an 8 foot camper on the back and the combo was sitting in the middle of the river. The camper lights were on so I called out to the occupants. Two very inebriated individuals stepped out from the camper onto the tailgate of the truck. They had stalled out the truck and couldn't get it started so they decided to sit it out till morning in the hopes someone would come and help them. With nothing to do till morning, they opened the pickle juice jars and got bombed. I managed to pull them out of the river and they camped by the bank until morning. I saw them the next day and they looked like something the cat had drug through the alley. lol

[elkdump]

years ago found a scoped .22 semi auto rifle leaning against a tree, about 30 klms on far end of a lake, rifle was in perfect condition , 8 rounds in the magazine, a bit of moss on the lower part of the stock, looked around, no bones, no bodies, no other sign of camping gear or clothes. scratched my head and drove the boat away,


another time deer hunting early in the fall, 3 chicks appeared on the other side of a small river, proceeded to disrobe and spend about an hour drinking beer, frolicking in the water while skinny dipping, I just sat on the other side of the river bank and took in the view,

[brownbomber]

Kind of creepy lol ^^^

[waterninja]

not bush but ice..... last year my fishing partner iced a nice pike. gave it a good bonk on the head and then gutted, cleaned it and laid it on the ice. about half hour later that "dead", cleaned pike started flopping around and almost flopped back down the hole.

[Hunter1602]

Back about 10 years ago now, I was hunting around the Bearberry area, came across two dead bucks hanging from a tree about a foot feet off the ground. They had their antlers locked up, and in the middle was a tree branch. Some how they had jumped up got tangled and died up off the ground. Darndest thing.

[flyguyd]

A few years ago i was fly fishing on the Livingstone, had to push thru a little bush going around the corner and theres a dude about 60 standing in the middle of the river buck neked all lathered up having a wash. Friendly guy ,too bad about the full monty tho....

[Lone_Wolf]

Cool thread!

Not really crazy, but nonetheless not a common thing. Deer hunting one fall I was climbing out of my tree stand at legal down. I heard something walking in the field and looked to see a doe marching my way. She walked right up to the ladder, sniffed it, then sniffed my boots (I was about five feet up on the ladder at this time) and then casually walked away seemingly without a care. I guess she got a hold of the regs and knew hunting was over for the day.

[nast70]

I've got two...
First was a couple years ago on Fawcett lake. We had our big family campout. While fishing one day my mom caught a tulibee. Fishing all her life and never seen one let alone caught one. After the excitement we moved off to a different part of the lake, lol and behold my wife caught a tulibee too!

Second one happened on Jackson lake. Fishing was slow, so after my dad pulled in a pike with a torn gill, we moved onto kinnard. While at our favorite place by the weed island my mom caught a pike. It was the same size as the one from Jackson, with the same gill tear!

[billycap]

Late last fall myself and 2 other guys were trying to take advantage of that special 10 dayish period in the mountains before the first big snow but after the melt water has stopped. This makes for some great low clear water fishing. Anyway we pushed it a little late and woke up the first morning to find a half inch skiff of ice coating the river. In the afternoon we managed a couple hours float time and some nice bullies. That evening it got cold super quick and we decided that more morning ice was imminent so we opted for a beer night instead of a morning attempt at floating. So its 2 am and the fire is burning bright. Ive had my fill of semi frozen beer and im trying to force myself to climb into my frosty tent when the wolves start to howl. Standard wolf chatter at first but after a couple minutes i was thinking wow these dags are really singing up a storm. I looked up to see the uneasy look on one of my buddies face. Hes done lots of backpacking but not alot of time in crash camping in the deep bush. I ask him if he wants to try out my 12ga to silence the wolf rock show and he agrees so i load in a 3"slug and hand him the gun. I could tell right away hes never fired a guage cause hes holding out in front of him like a gangster. I almost said something but decided some lessons are better off learned the hard way. Anyway he pulls the trigger and the gap between the butt and his sternum closed at a high rate of speed. Hes a big guy so its not like it hurt him so much as scared the crap outa him. So kaabooom and im laughing hes laughing, my ears are kinda ringing and its totally dead silent out in the woods. Then a wolf howl starts up...but instead of ending like a wolf howl should it starts bounceing back and forth between the low and high notes of the howl. Then the sound went low tone and changed from a howl to a yell.... like james brown threw a loud speaker yell. Very throaty as if the sound you make by doing your deepest "AAAHHHHHH" sound until your throat starts to vibrate. An opera singer would have trouble doing this all on one breath. So he we are all looking at each other and no ones laughing. Im thinking this had to be a man. Was a light breeze and there was some distance between up. Before i can say anything a very similar call starts this time much closer and in a different direction. The second call was crystal clear and i can honestly say ive never heard anything like it. If it was hoaxers my hats off to ya!

[bdub]

I was floating down the Pine River between Chetwynd and Taylor BC for elk one fall. I came around a bend in the river and there was a smal whitetail buck swimming across the river in front of me. As he noticed this big gray Zodiac coming at him, he really started swimming hard for shore. The bank he was swimming for was a dirt slide about 300 feet high before it flattened out into bush at the top. Once he got to the bank he bolted straight up, but it was so steep that he couldn't make it when he got about two thirds of the way to the top. He was digging really hard to hold himself up but finally lost his footing. I just sat in the boat stunned and amazed as he did several cartwheels back down the bank. He was dead when he hit the water. I kinda felt sorry for that poor bugger.

[KegRiver]

I can't remember anything particularly crazy but I've had more then a few memorable experiences.

Stepped on a live bear once that I didn't know was there. Scared me so bad my legs wouldn't work. Thankfully his did and he broke all speed records getting to the next hill.

Had a plastic canoe, like a Coleman, turn into a crazy carpet one time.
Nearly lost a .22 and axe and a half dozen 330s on that one.

Watched my big brother drop through the ice on a -30 day. He came out looking like he was in a body cast. Couldn't bend his arms and could barely walk.

Found a canoe floating on a remote slough several years ago. No road access for miles, very very few people even knew the place existed yet there was this canoe, looking for all the world like it had just drifted there. Lost by someone, but who?
Turned out that fact can be stranger then fiction. That canoe had been stolen, then stolen from the thief, then stolen from that thief then stolen by the original thief, then stolen by a new player in the thieving circle and that thief had hidden it on this remote slough where a local trapper found it. He took it home and the second thief saw it and stole it a second time and at that point I lost track of who stole what from whom.
In the end the canoe wound up back at that slough at least twice after that and then the final thief lost it to a flood that drifted it to where I found it. And I unknowingly told thief number one where to find his ill gotten booty. True story. And no, I don't know a lot of thieves but I do know at least one.

[trigger7mm]

All great stories, but I especially like the ones about unexplained sounds, and that sort of thing. Makes one really wonder. I remember once my grandpa, who grew up in the woods trapping, hunting, etc. telling me about something that scared the crap out of him. It must have been something significant, because he was one man that honestly was completely at home in the bush, and nothing ever seemed to phase him! He was hunting moose near Snuff Tower on the Simonette, and it was getting almost dark, when all of a sudden he said something let out a yell that he said sounded like someone screaming down a culvert. It was very loud and not far off. Nothing like he had ever heard before.He said it was not a cat of any kind, but it scared him enough that he said he had his 270 loaded with the safety off, and in the ready position all the way back to camp. He backed up a lot of the way at first, and when he got back he slept in the truck that night, and packed up in the morning. Like I said, if there was ever someone who was at home in the bush, it was him. I'll never forget that story.

[antlercarver]

In end of September the water had cooled down and there was no algae in the lake so the water was very clear. We were flying over Chump lake and saw a bull moose swimming across the lake. Because the water was so clear we could see him all the way to his hooves. The surface of the water looked like a string passing through this moose which was suspended in mid air.

[Redfrog]

Originally Posted by Taco

Ran across a sleepin' bag on a big flat rock in the middle of the Spray River once. Contents were stacked two deep and looked to be doin' the inch worm when I ran across them. They sure were surprised when one of them peeked out and saw 14 pack horses starin' at them from 4 feet away.....

So that was you with all those horses.

[CanuckShooter]

One October evening we stepped outside of the camper [7-11 BC] to have a smoke and something started to make noises, started out sounding a little like a coyote to start...but ended sounding exactly like a chimpanzee at the end of the call. That was kind of odd.

I found a bed built out of pine and spruce boughs in the bottom of a shallow water bar across the road I was travelling every morning to hunt. Funny thing is nobody could get there without going past our camp or hiking in. On further investigation the branches had been packed at least 300-400 yards as there were no trees large enough nearby to supply branches the size of what was in the ditch. Quite the mystery for sure.

[Taco]

Originally Posted by Redfrog

So that was you with all those horses.

That was you? Still like them big boned burly types??

[Lone_Wolf]

Originally Posted by Taco

That was you? Still like them big boned burly types??

Oh snap!

[Rock Doctor]

Found this:





And This:



And This.....Opium Vial........ Well, not this one in particular, but one exactly like it, in a place where "Suposedly", the old Chinese gold miners had NEVER been, lol.


And this:






And this. Not sure what it was, but those look like rib bones to me.


And This...... Carefull with these:


RD

[Mistagin]

I was 17, had a summer job working in the Junior Forest Ranger program in Ontario. Our crew was assigned a fun job - early July and we were sent on a canoe trip for a week brushing portage trails on the White River.

On the second last day we had just finished brushing and cleaning up a long trail around a lengthy set of rapids. It was hot and we were all pretty dirty, that didn't matter to us so much but we decided, since we'd set up our camp and had a couple of hours to kill before making dinner, that we would go swimming at the bottom of the rapids. We stripped down, au natural - why not? We were in the middle of the wilderness. There was no one around for miles and miles .

We were having a great time, sliding down the rapids on smooth rocks, diving off the rocks into the pool at the bottom of the rapids, a couple of us were fishing. Suddenly we heard a noise - rumbling, and then a passenger train appeared on the far shore. We had no idea there were tracks there . So there we were - 8 young men, in our birthday suits, standing on the rocks (the guys in the water climbed out when the rumbling noise became apparent), waving at the people looking at us from the train windows .

I'm pretty sure there were tourists on that train who told stories for years, maybe even had pictures to prove it, of the wild bunch of naked 'natives' they saw one day deep in the wilderness of Northern Ontario .

[pickrel pat]

Rock...... that's freakin me out man....I love it.

[sinawalli]

Used to belong to a local SAR group. Was out on a call looking for a missing individual just NW of Stony Plain. They had search dogs out, one female dog handler came back to the command center absolutely distraught! Her dog hit on a scent, she followed him into the bush and came upon this make shift altar, on it was a dead German Shepherd dressed in a Canada Post uniform! She was a mess. RCMP actually went back to investigate further! Very strange!!

[troutbug]

Originally Posted by sinawalli

Used to belong to a local SAR group. Was out on a call looking for a missing individual just NW of Stony Plain. They had search dogs out, one female dog handler came back to the command center absolutely distraught! Her dog hit on a scent, she followed him into the bush and came upon this make shift altar, on it was a dead German Shepherd dressed in a Canada Post uniform! She was a mess. RCMP actually went back to investigate further! Very strange!!

there is some psychos out their thats for sure