That'ssssss.... pretty icky!

Hi,guys.I wasn't bigfoot hunting at the time,but here's my story.My father and i was fishing while on vacation in July,1977 in Panama City,Florida.
We were on the old Panama City bridge fishing late at night,my father had just fell asleep when i noticed 3 white birds in the distance come zooming up overhead and turn around,then zoom back out to sea,over and over again.They were 3 b*lls of light,patterned in a perfect triangle.Then a huge underwater light comes up right under the bridge,then went out to sea.This happened several times,though not as often as the overhead b*lls of light.I freaked out...woke Dad up and told him what i had seen.The timing was about 5 minutes for every episode.
He actually laughed at me till once again here came the 3 b*lls of light followed the same pattern,flew over our heads,then back out to sea.He got so scared he said lets get the hell out of here!I would not have believed it had it not happened to me,true story.The underwater light was so bright,the bottom contour of the bay could be seen,i estimate it was 50-60 feet deep,and it made no noise and left no wake.How's that for a wierd story?

Great thread keep em coming!!!!! : )

This isn't really creepy like ghosts or finding aliens or anything, but once I found a Fire Ant hill that was at least 5 feet tall that had deer carcass protruding from underneath the mound. Even ants know the secret of realty speculation is LOCATION LOCATION LOCATION!!!

WOW, that must have been something to see! I'd love to see a photo of that, if you happened to get one.

If you don't mind my asking, whereabouts in Michigan are you?

I know this one isn't scary or spooky or creepy but it is a little weird. A few years ago I was out shed hunting in the spring with some buddies near a river on my buddies private land. I was about a half a mile away from the river and I was walking along through the willows and I came to a clearing and laying in the middle of the clearing were 3 fresh Northern Pike laying there. There were no prints and I never seen anybody around but all I can assume is that someone was fishing down at the river and heard us coming down and decided they better get the hell out of there and they took their fish with them but then it probably got to hard to carry those fish out so he/she dumped them. That is the only logical conclusion I could come up with. The only problem was that we never saw anyone or saw any vehicles and there is only one road down there. It is actually a pretty spooky river valley though. Another time when I was bowhunting down there I watched a coyote coming down the trail I was sitting off of so just for fun I let my fawn bleat go off. That coyote came straight at me and it kinda scared me so I stood up out of my blind and he stopped and stared at me then he ran down a hill so I couldn't see him anymore. I packed up my blind and my bow and walked to the top of the hill he ran down. When I looked down off the top he was just standing at the bottom watching me. So I put an arrow in my bow and started walking away and then I turned around and ran back to the top to see what he was doing. The coyote was running full force up the hill so I pulled my bow up and let one fly and just missed him and he turned to the side and ran straight into the bush. By now I was a little scared, I know its only a coyote, anyways I got outta there pretty quick and the whole time I kept turning around to see if it was following me or stalking me. When I got down to the bottom of the valley I had to walk through a wheat field to get back to the camp. When I got to the camp I turned around once more and what do you know there is that damn coyote standing on the edge of the wheat field watching me. Curious, hungry, rabies, or maybe just friendly I don't know but it did scare me a little bit. Anyways there's my stories. Cheers!
P.S. I forgot about the time I found the tackle box full of porn in the middle of nowhere.

Very cool story about the coyote AlbertaSasquatch!

But yeah, I have to ask about "the time I found the tackle box full of porn in the middle of nowhere".

Oh, you found that.

Send me a pm, I'd like to get that back if you don't mind.

I am from Bay City MI, though I live in Kalamazoo now until I graduate. I saw the aforementioned anthill in the State Forrest near Lumberman's Monument by Tawas MI. I was only like 14 at the time scouting for hunting spots with my dad, well before the age of camera phones. I wish I did have a picture though. It was nearly as tall as I was at the time.

A few odd occurrences in the woods...

I remember one time being SE of Estacada, OR up near a place called Indian Henry. I and a friend of mine had moved to Oregon and at the time were working on top of Mt. Hood. On our days off we would drive up into the hills and just wander around, walking and driving, exploring the upper areas of the Clackamas and Collawash rivers.

On this particular trip, up Indian Henry, we had just parked at an old logging road running at an angle down into the woods off of the black top. The road was narrow, quickly becoming over gown and had been burmed up by the Forest Service at the mouth. We had a black lab with us, which still remains the sharpest, most even-tempered dog I've ever been around. We began walking down this road, the dog on a dead run about 30-40 feet in front of us, just loving the outdoors. I think one of us had just made a joke, because we were both chuckling about something when suddenly, and I mean suddenly the dog went from a dead run to to a dead stop with its tail straight up in the air. My friend and I both saw this and stopped. We were at such a vantage point that we couldn't see what the dog was seeing, but she was definitely looking at something just off the road and between two trees that formed a kind of opening into the forest. The dog then lowered its head and let out a single growl/bark. There was no sound or movement from off the road, but not a second later the dog dropped its tail between its legs, turned around and RAN past my buddie and I all the way back to the truck and wouldn't come back. After trying without success to call the dog back down, we waited for quite a while and watched the hallway-like entrance into the woods, assuming whatever was there would move away, or cross the road, but nothing happened. Call it a feeling or intuition, but I must say that we were both convinced that something "alive" was right there and it kept us from immediately walking the 40 feet down to the spot. It was as if something was waiting us out to see what we'd do. Finally I said, "Ok, let's just go down there," and we both started to walk. What happened is a bit embarrassing to say here on a forum like this, but it's true. The two of us hadn't put five steps down when we both stopped at the same time and looked at each other. There was a instantaneous feeling of fear that had hit us both like walking into a wall. Imagine all of your senses screaming "flee now." That's the best I can do in describing it. Without one word between us, we very quickly walked back to the truck, got in and drove off.

That was it. No smells, sounds, visuals. Absolutely nothing happened, but the feeling was very real and I've absolutely never felt anything like it since.

The tackle box, or the porn?

Cool thread.

I'll have to see if I can remember the weird stuff I ran into as a kid growing up out in the country in South Georgia, but like most people, always heard scary stories growing up. Folks around always had stories of "black panthers", and the weird stuff that they saw on the Alapaha River and nearby. One that's always stuck with me was a friend of our neighbors who claimed while out hunting on the river he found a spot where something big had been laying on a big fallen log so much that it had rubbed part of it smooth. The way he described it, it was almost like whatever it was used it as a resting spot. He implied he saw it, and it was something besides a bear (which was, and still is, extremely unusual in that part of Georgia). I was a little kid when he told the story, but I recall the adults then couldn't get him to say anything else about it.

Don't feel embarrassed at all. Your story reminds me of one my cousin told me a long time ago. She was born and raised in Ohio and when she was in her early 20's her boyfriend took her on a picnic into a wooded area. They had eaten, it had grown dark and they were sitting on the picnic bench talking. All of a sudden they stopped, looked at each other and said "We have to leave now." They ran to the car and left. She said they both had a sudden, overwhelming sense that something was coming (and it wasn't good) and they had to leave immediately. Like you, no sounds or visual, but it happened to both of them at the same time. She said she has not been that scared before or since.

Makes you wonder, doesn't it? She was not an "outdoors" girl at all and humans have become so domesticated our senses aren't what they should be. So, for something to trigger a flee sense so quickly and absolutely - well that's kind of scary to think about.

I stayed up last reading this thread...

Mental note to self... this thread is not conducive to a good night's sleep..

On other theads we have discussed infrasounds that some animals make either for communication or to instill fear. The sound is below human detection but can be felt in organs due to vibrations.

Been there. Felt it. Didn't like it. Took me two years to go back into the woods alone.

I've used the term "like walking into a wall" also. Interesting.

It's interesting stuff, georgerm, and I've heard of this infrasound communication in animals before. Trouble is, there aren't any whales, elephants, hippopotamuses, rhinoceros, giraffes, okapi, or alligators in the North Oregon Cascades...

What was your instance in experiencing this feeling, Titus?

This isn't anything all that cool but when I was growing up our family would always go camping in Sequoia National Park. Every summer we would Camp there for a week and always reserved the same campground. About 500yds up from our campsite was an old fire road with an enormous wood pile that the forest service had been contributing to over a five year span or so with all of the dead trees they had logged because of boaring beetles. (they had lost lots of acreage due to boaring beetles) Anyway every time I went up there to collect wood for our campfire I would get the most eerie feeling that I was being watched. And it wasn't like I just had to look over my shoulder every once and a while, it was more like I couldn't take but a few steps here or there without scanning my surroundings because i was sure there was something watching me. This feeling has continued every trip up there and I cant explain why. That in itself is kinda creepy but what I really found interesting was when I was talking to my parents about planing another trip up there. Someone made a comment about having a fire every night while we are up there and the abundance of free wood so close to our campsite. My dad chimes in and said something to the affect that he wont gather wood there again because he gets the strangest feeling he is being watched every time he went up there!!!! I had never discussed the creepy feelings about the wood pile with anyone in my family before and come to find out everyone who has gathered wood up there has had the same damn feeling!!!!

On a side note My father has been camping/backpacking for the better part of 50 yrs, hes a very seasoned hiker and camper so for him to not want to go somewhere 500+ yrds from our campsite/campground really said a lot to me. Dad is definately not the type of guy to scare easy so his take on all of this kind of spooked me.

Don't want to distract the thread.. Sent you a pm...

That infrasound effect seems to be astonishing.

I'm sure that as well being created by living creatures, sometimes airflow through natural topography can bring it about, in the way that the wind can create loud whistle through stone canyons etc.

This is, to my mind, the reason we have a grey bigfoot in Scotland.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear_liath

Those posts about sudden, overwhelming fear reminded me about an incident that happened to me when i was about 16 or 17.
To give you a little background, I am a Texan, but my dad was born and raised in the Black Hills of South Dakota. He was a woodsman, and I was raised that way, spending tons of time camping, hiking and hunting in remote areas from the time I was 5 or 6 both in the Black Hills and here in Texas.

The incident: Me and various buddies of mine used to go camping on a big, unused ranch just outside of the neighorhood where I lived. It was right on the very fringe of suburbia, but was still wild, and tons of wild game. We used to go there to camp and drink beer, or sometimes just camp to get away from parents and rules, and life in general. We used to get another buddy to drop us and our gear off there, because none one of us had wheels, and we didn't want to be seen walking down the road carrying guns, right outside of town. We all usually carried a backpack, and a rifle, each.

One particular night, which was just like any other night camping, I suddenly had a sudden and overwhelming fear that someone or something was watching me. The feeling was oppressive, as in once I felt it, i couldn't shake it, and it just got heavier and heavier, for lack of a better word, and it was sudden. I turned and looked at my buddy, and what I remember is seeing is eyes wide, and scared in the faint moonlight under the trees where we were camping under. He looked at me, and I could visibly see him gulp, as he looked around. I asked him something like, "You feel that too?" and he was nodding before I even got all the words out. I whispered to him, "I think we should get out of here." I don't even know why I was whispering, but I was. He just nodded, and got up. My heart was pounding, and I was fighting a panicky feeling. We didn't ask each other, or talk, but neither one of us thought about packing up the camp, or even took our packs. All we carried was our rifles, not even thinking for a second of walking out of there unarmed. We left everything else, exactly the way it was. All the way down the woods right up until we got to the main highway, I had to strongly fight the urge to run, or to panic. All that whole way, my heart pounded in my chest and adrenaline made my hands shake, and my bones cold. We had seen or heard NOTHING. Nothing out of the ordinary, at all. But we were both scared silly. We had camped in the same place several times before, without incident. I have never been scared in the dark before, or since that time. I spend a lot of time hunting wild boar in the dark (with dogs), a LOT- and I have never felt anything like that before or since.

Incidentally, I had my dad go back with me the next day to get our stuff, and our guns which we had stashed in the woods by the road. He was highly pissed off at us acting so silly, and more so about me leaving my good rifle and the rest of our gear in the woods. I don't know if we were relieved, or felt more even foolish, but everything in our camp was just as we left it, as best as we could tell. I still felt some measure of apprehension there, even in broad daylight, and with my dad there, but nowhere near the level of being panicky like the night before...


Rex

Wow.

When armed people react like that, you have to take notice of it.

If I was BF, and I could raise that sort of powerful response, I tell you, I would not bother throwing stones near people or thumping along unseen as they hiked. I wonder if infrasound is hard to do, or takes a lot of energy?

I'll wonder that elsewhere, though. I want to hear more weird non-BF stuff from the woods. It's a totally brilliant thread.

Who's next?

I seem to have a totally opposite "take" to yours, ludo: have mostly avoided this thread, finding such material as I have read on it, considerably more alarming / potentially distressing, than most things to do with our -- it seems -- very largely non-violent, hairy friend. All just "whatever floats one's boat -- or doesn't".

No slur at all meant on the U.S., by the way, suggesting any unusually great incidence there, of nasty humans: those abound, everywhere on the globe!

Saw something weird today. I drive a delivery van (home medical supplies) and was making a delivery to a remote customer today. His home is miles off into the hills of the Coast Range of Oregon. The road winds sharply up a series of switchback corners climbing a steep ridge. As I reached the crest of the ridge, I noticed movement out the window that looks over the valley below. It was a C-130 aircraft hugging the terrain of the valley below me! I was looking down on this HUGE aircraft as it was hard-banking to follow the valley about 500 ft over the trees. I whipped off the road and watched the plane continue this until it went out of view several miles away.

It was not a fire plane. It was a airship gray, USAF marked, C-130 out in the middle of nowwhere (approx 40 miles SW of Eugene, OR). The nearest military airstrip big enough for that bird to take off from has to be hundreds of miles away.

What in Helsinki was a plane that size doing barnstorming over a bunch of clear-cuts out in the middle of nowhere?!?

17x7

My two cents: I don't *know* what the "Hercules" {C-130} was doing, but my guess is it was on some kind of training flight. Or maybe some kind of "fam" {familiarization} flight for the pilot[s].

As far as landing on airstrips, the "Herk" was designed to land on relatively short, unprepared runways. Aircraft that can do that are referred to as "Short Takeoff & Landing" or "STOL". {That also depends on how heavily the aircraft is loaded with cargo and fuel.}

As far as "huge"... I use to think that of a C-130 as huge, until my first time in a C-5 Galaxy. Now THAT is huge.

-Allan, aka Kite-Squatch
former USCG C-130 Mech {Engines & Props} and Aircrewman {Dropmaster & Loadmaster}

PS The motto for the USAF AC-130 Spectre folks - that's the GUNSHIP version of the C-130:

"You can run, but you'll only die tired."

That would be my take on it. Possibly a training flight for insertion/extraction of SOF too.

You would be amazed at the takeoff minimums of a C-130, especially if it were lightly loaded. But the C-130 has a pretty good range and there is always mid-air refueling as well.

If you could have gotten a tail code (the two letter ID on the tail), it could have given you a good idea of what they possibly were doing.

I lived in Carlton, Oregon. North of your plane, but mine was a black helicopter. This thing was so friggin silent that I about drove my car off the road when I saw it hovering over a herd of sheep. Messed with my world view. I was just driving along with the windows open and then it was in the field right next to me! I didn't hear a thing! It hovered over the sheep for a few seconds and then took off. I wasn't hunting BF, just driving home. That was almost as creepy as the time I saw the guy dressed in black with a black cowboy hat driving a white ford utility truck labeled "The Power Company". Sheesh!

The Sikorsky UH-60 "Blackhawk" is fairly quite when hovering - especially compared to a Bell UH-1 "Huey".

You might try searching online for images of UH-60s, and see if any look like what you saw. The Blackhawk has a single main rotor, one tail rotor, and two gas-turbine engines. It also has a fixed {non-retractable} tail-wheel landing gear arrangement.

The US Customs Services flies {or flew} Blackhawks that were black - with "US CUSTOMS" written in gold trim. The US Army versions are painted 'olive drab', which can look dark in the right conditions.

This thing had no tail rotor. No markings that I could see. I was really quite close to it which was why it startled me. I am no good at all with feet and yards but it was the pasture next to the road. The sheep were bunched up (loosely) underneath it just over half the distance of the pasture. Not Texas size pasture, Oregon valley size pasture. Couple of acres at most. I searched the UH-60 but it seemed smaller than that. I remember not seeing a rotor, cause I thought....that's weird. I was close enough to see that it didn't have anything at all written on it. (unless it was really really tiny in pica 12 point)

I bet it was a ghost. Dogs see ghosts, and I am pretty sure they are what cause that dread-for-no-reason feeling.

My ex-girlfriend and I had explored an abandoned Prestalite factory in Bay City MI (fabled to be haunted) to take some photos for a photo essay, and as we were walking up to some busted-out glass doors that lead to an adjoining space, all my hair stood up and I could not move closer to the door. She kept walking and I told her not to go in there, its bad. She was in for like 5 seconds and came out all freaked out and jumpy for no reason as well. We also felt a few cold spots in the building as we explored. The stairs to the basement had the same feeling but not as assaultive as the dark room.

wow....gives me bumps just thinking about it.

Sounds like you're describing one of the McDonnell Douglas "NOTAR" {No Tail Rotor} helicopters. They use a ducted fan system in the tail boom to counteract main rotor torque, instead of a tail rotor. These helicopters started out back in the 1960's as the Hughes 500s - the US Army flew a version called a "Loach" - although they had tail rotors in the beginning.

The registration {or "N" number} is sometimes written in small, 3" numerals. If you're not that familiar with helicopters, they can be hard to see.

Here's the website for MD helicopters: http://www.mdhelicopters.com/

Take a look there and see if anything resembles what you saw.

-Allan

I am with Kite on this one. The MD-500 was the first thing that popped into my mind as it was being described. Also, a number of the contractor security forces in Iraq use the MD-500 series for their missions.





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Yes! That looks almost exactly like what I saw. But I still maintain it didn't have any markings on it. The ones in the picture above would have been clearly visible to me and I just didn't see them. The creepy thing was that this thing was so quiet. I never heard it at all! Not as it hovered and not as it flew away. It was really close to the ground, closer than anything I have seen outside the airport. There is an aviation company the next town over that may have govt contracts. (They have the Spruce Goose, so that takes some folding money!) Guess they were just practicing, or goofing off. Good to know there is an explanation for what I saw. I didn't realize that helicopters didn't have to have tail rotors. And it didn't seem to bother the sheep, just me.

The chopper was possibly being used to herd - or something similar - the sheep.

Saw a show on the Discovery Wings Channel {now the Military Channel} a couple of years ago about women in aviation. One segment was about a couple who lives "out west"<?>, and the wife uses a small helicopter - a Schweitzer, originally a Hughes 269/300 - to mend fences and herd cattle {or whatever their livestock was}.

While Waiting till Friday, I figured this thread could be a nice way to relax and have some fun for posters.

Enjoyable thread.

Back in 1980-81 myself and two friends were filleting some fish that we caught earlier at my grandfathers pond near Anderson IN.
It was just after full dark and we were near the pond at his lighted "fish cleaning station" for lack of a better term.
I suddenly felt every hair on my body become painfully erect, and was overcome with consuming fear.
I set down the knife and walked to my truck. leaving the fish and knives right there.
My friends silently followed.
No one spoke as we drove out the long wooded lane.
As soon as we felt safe we begun to talk. We all described the same feelings.

I don't know about infra sound. Perhaps it was something mundane like a hungry raccoon checking out the fish offal. And our six sense just picked up on it.

All I know for sure it seemed like there was a very real threat to my safety.
And I wasn't hanging around to find out what the threat was.

More detail about the area.
13 acre interstate lake near I69. approx 10 acres of wooded area and 60 acres of farmland.
Fairly secluded but still very near Anderson proper. In fact the property line going into the property was the city limits.

RF

Last night I was hiking in a pretty well traveled spot in Burlington, CT. Off to my left I was surprised to hear the howl of a coyote or wild dog or something. Have heard them many times before so thought no biggie. Then there was a return howl to my right. For the next 1.5 miles I would hear the two critters calling and I could hear them off in the brush shadowing me. One of the buggers got so close I could hear panting. Never did make visual contact with eithe rthough. I was totally bugged out. I actually felt like I was being stalked which usually only happens to me by ex-wives or old girlfriends who won't give me my Lord of the Rings Extended Edition DVD's back.

Just bring the appropriate "measures" with you.

What measures would that be? I only have a squirt gun, my sons toy bow and arrow with the suction cup points and a replica of Duncan MacLeod's "Highlander" sword but, man, I don't think yelling "There can be only one" while wielding a replica sword will help me much. Perhaps I can just learn how to throw my GPS really hard and with deadly neeeenja-like precision.

I bet it was a ghost. Dogs see ghosts, and I am pretty sure they are what cause that dread-for-no-reason feeling.

I am on the fence as to what ghosts possibly are but do acknowledge there is something to the phenomenon. This didn't happen in the woods but VERY weird nonetheless

Years ago, my mom lived in a condo after my Dad had died (which has another "ghost story) I was home from college for the summer. I had just got home around midnight from somewhere, no drinking/drugs had been involved. I took my Lab out back to do her duties. The back porch overlooked an enormous commons area with a gravel pit lake. The moon was full and bright, I could see very well. The dog starts growling. She was not a big growler so I was curious as to what she was seeing . As I sit there trying to see what she is growling at she starts following something with her head while still growling, you know what I am talking about. Suddenly she stops growling, and I hear "footsteps" like running or thumping in the grass immediatly in front of us. It was just like something invisible and with some weight slowly ran by right in front of us! No way I would not have seen whatever it was in that light or distance. The dog keeps following "it" with her head and when it is apparently gone, she acts like "ok", weirdness over. I sat there for about 10 minutes trying to comprehend what just happened.

I vividly remember that experience to this day even though it took place almost 20 years ago.

You could try, "I WANT MY F***ING DVDs BACK!!!"

coyotes are getting bolder by the minute...........

Great play on an old Sam Kinnison classic!

i started bow hunting (deer) in my early teens mostly alone in the flint river bottoms of macon co. georgia.i remember on a few occasions i myself got that "panicky,not alone feeling" and it never would completely leave me until i was in my pickup heading home.this may be the results of too much television working with my overactive imagination or it could have been bf related that i do not know.either way it was an awful feeling of dread and the only thing i wanted was the safety of my truck.the mind is an amazing thing it can really play tricks on us but when that feeling hits it cannot be ignored or at least not by me.even tho it was a horrible feeling it did not keep me from my best hunting area on the flint.

It could have been AirWolf in whisper mode

While I have never actually looked for a BF, I am out in the wilds of northern CA almost every day. The creepiest thing that I have ever found, and I have found this twice, is full on satanic worship alters. Both times they were miles from the nearest road and those roads were very remote. The saddest thing I have ever found and I have found this often, are a persons entire earthly possessions. I asked a local deputy about this and he gave a one word reply, "drugs". Some of these abandoned camps have contained the persons photo albums including their baby pictures and in one camp were self recorded casette tapes inadvertently documenting the decline of the persons life. Truly sad and admittedly creepy too.

Or maybe BLUE THUNDER....

I forgot about this one. Pretty creepy until I found out the whole story. I think it was in 2005.

I was running a feller buncher about 10 miles down a rather rough little used logging road. On my way home from work one day and in a particularly dusty section of the road, I noticed something rather odd. There were tire tracks backing up to a really steep bank that fell away below the road. Where the tracks ended there was a big puddle of what appeared to be red grease or something like that. It looked like something had been shoved over the bank but it was so steep, if something had been pushed off, it traveled quite a ways down the mountainside and I could'nt see it. Adding to the mystery, there were adolescent bear tracks all over the road where this scene occured. Weird, I could'nt figure it out.

There was an 80 year old hermit living off grid in a rather unique house down in the canyon where I was working. The next day after work I stopped to visit with him and mentioned the mystery from the day prior. He laughed and told me the whole story. There was another hermit living in the next canyon over. He had been having an ongoing problem with a particularly bold and very large trouble bear. He had even fired a warning shot over the bears head from short range and the bear just turned around and looked at him. Not good. So this old hermit drove in to the nearest burg, called Fish and Game and a few days later they brought out a live catch trailer mounted trap. After trapping the bear they determined that this particular bear was a threat so they decided to kill him. You can see where this is going. Yogis last memory of life was in a cage backed up to a steep bank. Enter Boo Boo. While Yogi may have been no one to mess with alive, once dead he looked like a pretty good meal! Hence the adolescent tracks. Oh, and the puddle of grease was actually congealed blood.

I did climb down the bank from a safer access a few days later and found what was left of Yogi. Mystery solved.

I was wandering through the Calgriba forest one day as it is quite close to me and part of the Bottleneck I speak of in the Yowie thread (where I figure if there is a GC Hinterland Yowie, it must travel here to escape the oncoming development, anyway...). I like to bushwalk with my son, and I take a camera and armed with some good advice, I look for some Yowie sign. In open area I spotted somthing yellow, and wandered closer for a look. It was marker tape cordoning of a crime scene. I had stumbled upon a shallow grave where a fellow had buried his defacto a few weeks earlier, had confessed and the police had recently dug his other half up. She was killed only a few K's down the road from me, driven past my house (he had the corpse in the front seat apparently) and buried further down the mountain from me. Domestic dispute.
I thought it quite chilling. I have not been back to the area since.

This did not happen to me so it is a second level story. You may remember the two Texans who became hunters and poachers, back from VIetnam. One of them talked on a radio show that you can find on the net and explained how, in the eighties, he killed one BF thinking it was a bear, and then while coming back later to see it closely, his female was squatting next to him, she raised and turned to them, angry. So they shot her as well and buried the two of them because they looked so human that they thought for a moment they had killed two hillbillies.

Well during this radio show, one BF hunter invited to be the analyst, and who had several BF sightings to talk about, talked about the time when he went hunting deers in a remote area. The first night they heard BF doing their dog and poney show, yells, tree noise and other intimidation gestures they are famous for. In the morning they decided to take a trail closeby to follow the deer they saw the day before while setting camp. About 100 feet on that trail, they found a single tree branch planted in the middle of the trail, about six feet high, with a deer eye stuck on the top of it, looking straight down the trail at them! They decided that the big guy did not want them to be around and was probably looking at them as he seemed to imply in his message, so they turned around and left the area. Who said we cannot communicate with an hominoid! Creepy language though!