Sarge;4388210 said:I dated Bigfoot many years ago and I'm not proud of it.
Jammer;4388187 said:It took less than 10 years. How long have we been looking for Bigfoot in our own back yard? Hundreds of years?
Yeagermeister;4388212 said:Is that how the PBR addiction started? You'd have to be hammered to date BP. :laugh1:
trickblue;4388203 said:When my father went in to no return, a childhood friend and I reconnected as he was a caregiver to my dad...
We talked about that night and he said it still haunts him... it was really weird...
Feel free to :laugh2: on... doesn't bother me...
What happened?Chocolate Lab;4388236 said:Probably shouldn't say this because of what Trick said... But oh well.
My friends and I had a freaky experience while backpacking in the mountains of SW Arkansas several years ago. Let's just say that I believe, or at least am *way* more open to it than I used to be.
One thing I will say is that people can't comprehend how remote places like that are until they see it. I don't blame them, because I didn't either until I went there. But we drove through the middle of nowhere for probably an hour (from the nearest dinky town), then drove for almost an hour on a gravel mountain road that was so narrow you couldn't go more than about six or seven miles an hour, then walked in for three hours from there.
I really think more folks than people realize around areas like that have seen things, but really, what happens if they do? Many don't tell anyone for thought of being crazy. But say you do tell people, and they believe you. Then what? In the end people have to go on about their daily business of making a living and so on, and it's just a story.
jwitten82;4388252 said:What happened?
jwitten82;4388252 said:What happened?
Sarge;4388210 said:I dated Bigfoot many years ago and I'm not proud of it.
Thanks for sharing . There are many stories like yours . It makes you wonder .Chocolate Lab;4388290 said:Eh...
Really, it would take too much typing to go into all the detail I'd have to go into to explain the whole thing. It wasn't like we saw one running across the road or something simple like that. It was in the middle of the night at our campsite -- one thing happened to me, and then later when I apparently fell asleep for a minute, one thing happened to both of my buddies.
I'll say this, it was the only time in my life that I've ever been totally paralyzed with fear. I mean that literally... I was completely frozen and couldn't move. I remember thinking that it was as if the primordial part of my brain perceived that my only chance of survival was to be absolutely still, as happens with prey in the presence of a vastly superior predator.
Needless to say, at the first tiny hint of daylight -- which was probably 5:30 in the morning, because this was in the middle of the summer -- we hightailed it out of there. KAnd it was still creepy walking out of there. One of my buddies said on the walk back that after the first incident, he watched the same star pass all the way across the sky until he thought there was enough light to start packing up.
Just for the record, I've been camping out in national wilderness areas like that several other times before then and since, and nothing else weird has ever happened. So it's not like we were just some city slickers who got spooked being outside for the first time. And by the nature of the place, there were no other people around -- there couldn't have been. Besides, in the boonies like that, no one would mess with you because they'd probably get shot.
I can't believe I'm even mentioning it here, because I've only talked about this with two people ever (besides my friends who were there). But I guess that's the anonymity of the internet.
Dallas;4388194 said:That is spooky. I do not like graveyards at ALL. I am not a big ghost believer but man those are places I do NOT want to visit.
It goes back to my young days living in Oklahoma around 6 or 7 yrs old. We lived out in the sticks and up the road a peace was an old graveyard called Mountain Station. It was an old civil war burial ground and we used to take hay rides through it. Real dark and old place. One late night we were coming home from my aunts and my dad decided we would just drive through it on the way home. While driving through it he got his truck stuck (really he had to get a tractor the next day to get it out) and we had to walk out. The whole time otw out we kept hearing the awfulest racket. It was a lot of screaming and loud moaning and what sounded to me like something chasing us. I was crying my eyes out :laugh2:. My dad grabbed me and took off running to the main dirt road that led into the place. It was a good 5 miles or so back to our house on foot. The whole way I kept asking about what that was and he never wanted to talk about it. He just kept looking behind us and walking really fast.
You couldn't see 5 ft in front of you. One of the most terrifying times of my life. Whatever was chasing us did stop at the GY gates though.
After getting the truck out we never went back ....and moved to AK the following year.
No... I don't think that had anything to do w/ our move....but we have only talked about it once or twice since and he doesn't like to discuss it. He was flat out scared too.
Dallas;4388194 said:That is spooky. I do not like graveyards at ALL. I am not a big ghost believer but man those are places I do NOT want to visit.
It goes back to my young days living in Oklahoma around 6 or 7 yrs old. We lived out in the sticks and up the road a peace was an old graveyard called Mountain Station. It was an old civil war burial ground and we used to take hay rides through it. Real dark and old place. One late night we were coming home from my aunts and my dad decided we would just drive through it on the way home. While driving through it he got his truck stuck (really he had to get a tractor the next day to get it out) and we had to walk out. The whole time otw out we kept hearing the awfulest racket. It was a lot of screaming and loud moaning and what sounded to me like something chasing us. I was crying my eyes out :laugh2:. My dad grabbed me and took off running to the main dirt road that led into the place. It was a good 5 miles or so back to our house on foot. The whole way I kept asking about what that was and he never wanted to talk about it. He just kept looking behind us and walking really fast.
You couldn't see 5 ft in front of you. One of the most terrifying times of my life. Whatever was chasing us did stop at the GY gates though.
After getting the truck out we never went back ....and moved to AK the following year.
No... I don't think that had anything to do w/ our move....but we have only talked about it once or twice since and he doesn't like to discuss it. He was flat out scared too.
lane;4388155 said:i have a feeling my wife will be posting again..