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    SPLITRIPPIN
    709 Posts

    So, I was listening to a dirt bag diary podcast on backcountry spook stories my freind and fellow splitter boardrider247 introduced me to this weekend. It got me to thinking. If these people had these experiences…what “spooky” occurrences have happened to us splitters while out in the backcountry. And, I mean any type of backcountry experience…whether it be climbing, camping, fishing, touring…etc..etc. I’m not talking about almost falling, or your partner forgetting the weed. I’m talking about something happening to you, or your group that sends a shiver down your spine. Share your stories… Allow me to start the topic. I call this story in honor of the Trailer Park Boys…”GaaaaawDamn Samsquatch” (true story)

    So, over the years SnowSavage/JVL and I have talked alot about hunter gathering, and simply trying to adopt indigenous people’s ways of living into our own. With this I was lucky that JVL had to come to Wisconsin to visit his grandfather. So, I set in to motion to take JVL back to a cool little lake in the BWCA. To top that off… the area we were going to is part of the “Primitive Management Area” of the BWCA. This means everything is allowed to go back to the wild. On our way to our camp we did some foraging, and JVL pointed out a bunch of cool plants, and their uses. A bunch I’d seen around, but didn’t know the specifics. We got to camp, used flint and steel to start our fire, and tended to some leech issues with pine pitch. It was a great day followed by a typical evening attack by MN BWCA mosquitos. Even JVL was suprised at how many there were… especially seeing he’d lived in Fairbanks for some time. The next day was more of the same fishing, scouting around, swimming, and just relaxing. Getting close to evening JVL and I were doing some camp chores when across the lake about 150 to 200 yds we hear the loudest most bone chilling “howl” that I’ve ever heard, and never want to hear again. Imagine a 7′ tall if not bigger LARGE man getting a 30 pound rock smashed on his toe, and the sound that would make. Whatever this was… it had huuuuuuuuuge lungs. JVL and I stopped dead silent, and the 1st thing that went through my head was. “There’s noooo effin’ way that’s an animal, or a human.” There are no trails anywhere near here, and everything between us and the next lake is a 1000 acres plus away of dense dense woods. And the BWCA is dense folks. My 1st reaction is to take out my 40. cal pistol and fire some rounds in the air…”wait I didn’t grab my pistol…all I have is my .22 pack gun” which I proceeded to shoot in the air… scared shitless! The worst thing is..We’re camping on a skinny peninsula, and we have to spend the night there. Not much more was said, but nothing needed to be said. I spent the night pretty restless sleeping in my hammock. I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss, and looked over, and I swear I saw the sillouhette of a person 20′ away…I yelled at it…”hey…get out of here”..nothing moved, and then I felt stupid knowing I probably woke JVL and scared him while he was sleeping. We woke up the next day… tore down camp, and went to a different site. We didn’t talk much about what we heard the next day, and after the trip was done. I was pretty stoked to have finally met the line shredder SnowSavage. When I got home that night I wanted to know what the hell that noise was. I’ve been camping in the BWCA since I was 11, and never heard anything like that. I got on the computer, and started Googling any and every animal sound I know exists in the BWCA, Fox, Bear, Bobcat, Mountain Lion, Wolf(heard them a million times), Coyote…nothing… and then I decide to find sasquatch sounds… this is the 1st link I clicked on. http://www.bfro.net/AVEVID/MJM/Howl.mp3 I had headphones on to be able to hear the sound perfect. You know that feeling of pure “shock” you get and can feel the nerves in your body electrify..that and I had a goose bumps on every square inch from listening to that.

    That’s my scary story. I know there is something in the BWCA now, and I won’t tell anyone where I heard it. If they really do live there. They were warning us to get the fuck out of there. It wasn’t a “howdy greeting”

    #659511
    TEX
    2486 Posts

    One of my most scarry times in life was meeting SPLITTRIPPIN in person. Ever seen him? Dude looks like the devil

    How ya doin man?

    #659512
    802smuggler
    369 Posts

    Cool topic. I got one for you.
    One weekday morning this summer I rode the mountain bike at a place called Sleepy Hollow. I set the gps on the phone and packed up the truck and headed out. Before long I was headed down some dirt roads that I had never driven much. 10 to 15 miles on dirt roads is kind of tough to do in this part of the state so I felt pretty out in the cut. I pulled off the dirt road and headed back the private drive to the property. It was impressive. There was a giant wedding hall that felt like something out of the shinning. There was nobody there. Just a sign that said leave your 6 bucks and sign in. I could tell why they call it sleepy hollow. It’s just a huge hollow nestled into the mountain side with an old forest climbing to the top and it felt sleepy as hell. I mean I felt like I fell right off the planet and into this place. It just felt spooky from the get go. I had routed out a couple of loops that would put me at an old ski shack at the top of the hollow, probably 3 miles from the truck. Twice before I got to the shack I had these hair raising feelings of somebody behind me. Normally I feel very comfortable and aware in the wilderness. Today was much different. On both occasions I was sitting still having some water and snap! it sounded like somebody stepped on a tree branch behind me. Both times I swung straight around and said what the fk! After some kick ass riding I ended up at the shack and took some pictures of the surrounding peaks. Following is one of the pictures. I’ve shown this to three people. Two have seen it, one has not. See if you see him. 😆
    Look above the wine bottle.

    #659516
    HikeforTurns
    1113 Posts

    @splitrippin wrote:

    So, I was listening to a dirt bag diary podcast on backcountry spook stories my freind and fellow splitter boardrider247 introduced me to this weekend. It got me to thinking. If these people had these experiences…what “spooky” occurrences have happened to us splitters while out in the backcountry. And, I mean any type of backcountry experience…whether it be climbing, camping, fishing, touring…etc..etc. I’m not talking about almost falling, or your partner forgetting the weed. I’m talking about something happening to you, or your group that sends a shiver down your spine. Share your stories… Allow me to start the topic. I call this story in honor of the Trailer Park Boys…”GaaaaawDamn Samsquatch” (true story)

    So, over the years SnowSavage/JVL and I have talked alot about hunter gathering, and simply trying to adopt indigenous people’s ways of living into our own. With this I was lucky that JVL had to come to Wisconsin to visit his grandfather. So, I set in to motion to take JVL back to a cool little lake in the BWCA. To top that off… the area we were going to is part of the “Primitive Management Area” of the BWCA. This means everything is allowed to go back to the wild. On our way to our camp we did some foraging, and JVL pointed out a bunch of cool plants, and their uses. A bunch I’d seen around, but didn’t know the specifics. We got to camp, used flint and steel to start our fire, and tended to some leech issues with pine pitch. It was a great day followed by a typical evening attack by MN BWCA mosquitos. Even JVL was suprised at how many there were… especially seeing he’d lived in Fairbanks for some time. The next day was more of the same fishing, scouting around, swimming, and just relaxing. Getting close to evening JVL and I were doing some camp chores when across the lake about 150 to 200 yds we hear the loudest most bone chilling “howl” that I’ve ever heard, and never want to hear again. Imagine a 7′ tall if not bigger LARGE man getting a 30 pound rock smashed on his toe, and the sound that would make. Whatever this was… it had huuuuuuuuuge lungs. JVL and I stopped dead silent, and the 1st thing that went through my head was. “There’s noooo effin’ way that’s an animal, or a human.” There are no trails anywhere near here, and everything between us and the next lake is a 1000 acres plus away of dense dense woods. And the BWCA is dense folks. My 1st reaction is to take out my 40. cal pistol and fire some rounds in the air…”wait I didn’t grab my pistol…all I have is my .22 pack gun” which I proceeded to shoot in the air… scared shitless! The worst thing is..We’re camping on a skinny peninsula, and we have to spend the night there. Not much more was said, but nothing needed to be said. I spent the night pretty restless sleeping in my hammock. I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss, and looked over, and I swear I saw the sillouhette of a person 20′ away…I yelled at it…”hey…get out of here”..nothing moved, and then I felt stupid knowing I probably woke JVL and scared him while he was sleeping. We woke up the next day… tore down camp, and went to a different site. We didn’t talk much about what we heard the next day, and after the trip was done. I was pretty stoked to have finally met the line shredder SnowSavage. When I got home that night I wanted to know what the hell that noise was. I’ve been camping in the BWCA since I was 11, and never heard anything like that. I got on the computer, and started Googling any and every animal sound I know exists in the BWCA, Fox, Bear, Bobcat, Mountain Lion, Wolf(heard them a million times), Coyote…nothing… and then I decide to find sasquatch sounds… this is the 1st link I clicked on. http://www.bfro.net/AVEVID/MJM/Howl.mp3 I had headphones on to be able to hear the sound perfect. You know that feeling of pure “shock” you get and can feel the nerves in your body electrify..that and I had a goose bumps on every square inch from listening to that.

    That’s my scary story. I know there is something in the BWCA now, and I won’t tell anyone where I heard it. If they really do live there. They were warning us to get the fuck out of there. It wasn’t a “howdy greeting”

    That wasnt a Yeti, that was bones get broke.

    #659517
    SPLITRIPPIN
    709 Posts

    Smuggler, is it an upturned face w/ a wide brimmed hat?

    HFT…I’ve heard The San Juans Yeti howl… It’s very possible he bread with the San Juans Yeti, and they migrated to da north, eh!

    #659518
    ale_capone
    864 Posts

    There was this one time while skinning along a creek with some friends. My fearless dog kololo had run ahead. She didnt get far before she turned and ran back past me. Her hackles where standing high and she had a look of true terrror as she hightailed it to safety… as I looked ahead I seen it. A huge hulking adark figure standing in the trees. A siloutte of a bidepal furry figure…. looming.

    I timidly stepped closer as my brain tried to sort out and make sense of the situation… then I realized, it was just splittrippin who had some how made it aound the group and got ahead of us…

    …802 smuggler. I see can see it.

    #659519
    802smuggler
    369 Posts

    Yea split I just see the face. Maybe he has a sombrero on maybe I interrupted margarita hour :guinness:
    Split sounds like you ran into a female lookin for a mate!

    #659520
    Splityheaven
    59 Posts

    In April of 2011, after a great snow year around these parts, I was skinning by myself up into the Gore Range at about 1pm. It had been snowing off and on all day and the established skin track in this area had been covered up with about 4″ of snow so you could see the track, but tell no one had been there all day. After about an hour of skinning up, i noticed these crazy looking fairly fresh tracks come out of the woods to the east and turn to follow the old skin track up the hill. At first i thought it was maybe somone on snowshoes, but they had the biggest stride i had ever seen! Plus where the tracks came from is deeply wooded flat area where there would be no reason for a rider or anyone else to come from. As i skinned up along the tracks i noticed that there were no ski pole marks to go along with the tracks. the Tracks were about the size of a long skinny snowshoe but no cleat marks? After about another half hour following the tracks i came to a kind of bare hill with this old cool looking dead tree. the tracks veered off the skin track back towards the east and to this tree. The tracks then stomped around the tree and then disapeared? the tracks didnt turn around and go back the way they came from and they were just gone? I kind of got spooked and the hair on my neck was standing straight up, like there was something there. So i put my head down and continued onward.

    I really have no idea what it was, and make no claims except the unexplained tracks that i saw. I will say that i am now a believer! If it was a violent animal, i would have been easy pray! I wont show people this area, because i dont want people looking for whatever it was.

    Dam i love splitboarding!

    #659522
    SPLITRIPPIN
    709 Posts

    @ale_capone wrote:

    I timidly stepped closer as my brain tried to sort out and make sense of the situation… then I realized, it was just splittrippin who had some how made it aound the group and got ahead of us…

    Ha nice Ale… I was hopin to sneak up and gaffel TEX’s smoke stash…Kololo sounded the alarm.

    You know the PNW has a Samsquatch up in them thar hills. I personally think Ale, Kyle and crew’s Pickett range shred was in search of Samsquatch, but they decided to shred instead.

    great stories all.. keep em coming. 802’s actually gave me the shivers when i saw the face.

    #659523
    nifl
    39 Posts

    A few years back I was bowhunting solo in a remote southern Oregon drainage. As I slowly stalked a herd of deer, on an adjacent ridge I kept hearing what sounded like someone banging a branch on a tree trunk. The frequency was once every three to five minutes. Being focused on the deer I didn’t pay much attention to the noise at first but it continued for hours. It was raining that evening and I couldn’t imagine anyone in their right mind would be standing there banging on a tree incessantly. Then again, what’s really more likely, a mythical beast or a meth-driven kook?

    Eventually I gained the top of a major ridge just as it became dark and clouds dropped low forming a thick fog. At this point it was time to turn back and I had to decide whether to go back the way I came (which was seriously rugged) or take the ridge where I heard the noise. I wasn’t too excited about going down the ridge but decided on it as I’d be least likely to get lost in the low visibility. By now the sound had stopped but that didn’t make me feel better as I would have preferred knowing where it was coming from. Instead, the woods were damn quiet which didn’t help my nerves at all.

    My headlamp was reflecting the fog so brightly that it really wasn’t that helpful. With visual cues limited to about ten feet, I found myself going off of memory of terrain pitch and little else. I ended up dropping down yet another subridge before realizing my mistake and backtracking. That in itself wasn’t a big deal but it did keep me out even later and I really wanted to get back. It also shook my routefinding confidence and for the rest of the time I was out, I never felt 100% certain of where I was.

    As I approached the area where I had heard the noises earlier you can imagine I was paying attention. Between already being in the hunting mindset and now being kinda spooked, I think this may have been the clearest I’ve ever been. I’m not sure at what point I knocked a broadhead but I was ready to let one fly if something (or someone) jumped me.

    I was super happy to get back to my cabin and family that night.

    #659508
    802smuggler
    369 Posts

    This is sort of off topic.
    The guy that took this picture was on our local news. He set up a trail camera to see what was eating his apples.

    #659524
    TEX
    2486 Posts

    I took my wife and daughter camping to Morrow Bay California. We had a nice campsite on the beach about 200 yrds off the high tide line. I got up early and went for a surf. It was foggy, no wind at all and a nice solid 6 foot swell crackin. I had taken a few waves , paddled back outside. The fog was really thick, making visability about 25 yards. I heard seagulls raising hell and saw them diving down for bait fish. Ever see seagulls trailing small ships? The turbulent water causes shad to come up higher than they would like,becoming prey for the seagulls. These gulls were having a field day eating shad like crazy, following something big . As they got closer I noticed whirlpools and a small wake. Then the 2 foot high triangled fin poped up. It wasnt bigfoot, just a really really big white. I prayed for a wave, then for myself.
    Then I took the grizzly sighting defense, picked my legs up laid on my board as still as I could.
    The fin passed me maybe 20-25 feet away.
    I caught the next wave and waited for a few more people to go out and the fog to clear

    #659515

    This is problably one of the coolest threads to mess around on in the pre-season.

    It was about late april of this previous season and my father and I were skinning up under the Collins lift at Alta. One of our ways to score turns before the season ends. When we reached the top of the Collins lift we stopped to reajust skins and drink some water. I stepped out of my board halves and set my pack down. Then I realized that i had set it down in a giagantic foot print. Like two feet in diameter, huge. We tried too take a picture of it but it didn’t show up as it was getting dark and our camera sucked. we dismissed it and kept skinning. Then, we noticed another one, and another and another. But the tracks got smaller in size until they were about the size of a (very) very large dog. In fact we spent a lot of time looking at them that the sun had gone down. Again, we dismissed it and transitioned our gear. right before I dropped, the moon came up over the cliff behind us and cat a shadow down into the bowl. call us crazy, but the shadow looked just like a huge, dog like, animal. 😯 😯 😯

    *******Update!********

    I thought of another one right after I posted the prievious.

    So, Again, this spring my father and I were pretty stoked on our new crampons and wanted an oppritunity to try them out. We decided that a two-day assult on Mt. Timpanogus was the thing to do. We mapped our route, packed food and clothes, but no tent. :banghead: On purpose too… :banghead: We were planning to sleep in the hut, you know the one on the side we didn’t hike up… :banghead: …

    Anyways, we made some bad choices, started too late, packed two meals and no snacks. This contributed to us getting to the cirque at about midnight. We scambled around with our headlamps for about two hours and then decided we were going to have to do an open bivy in the middle of a scree field, or take the six hour hike back to the car. We chose to setup “camp”. The first hour was suprisingly pleasant. Eating our food, drinking our hot chocolate, and settling down in our nice sleeping bags. Then we tried to fall asleep. Not as easy as you would think. As the night progressed, my mind disected the various sound that we heard and mutated them into the sounds of horrible creatures. But then, I saw (something) begin to move down from the cliff edge toward our “camp”. The object was about 5′ around and made a horrible crashing sound as it moved down the scree field toward us with tremendous speed. Then It stopped, just dead stopped right at the edge of the snow field. It was all I could do to sit in my bag and wait for the exaustion to put me back to sleep. we woke up at sunrise that morning to discover a herd of mountain goats sitting on to of the cliff that the “object” had came from. And in place of the object, a big stupid rock. Those stupid goats had kicked a rock down to us! And it haad almost made me wet myself. I can imagine them laughing at me like those pigs on Angry Birds.

    Jeez, I feel stupid

    #659514
    jibmaster
    446 Posts

    I was at Mt. McLaughlin, Oregon one spring. I had to hike up the mountain to reach snow line. The trail was covered in downed trees and debris. I had to start pre-dawn to catch the good corn up high.
    There are LOTS of bears in this area. Seen a few on other trips here.

    So I’m hiking up through the woods. Following my altimeter, map and compass.
    I can only see about 20 feet at a time, before the woods closed in.
    The trail was useless. I was crashing through the woods, breaking branches underfoot and making quite a ruckus.
    Very dark.
    Then I heard it. Was that breathing? I stopped.
    I could hear rhythmic breathing like a sleeping animal. A large animal. With huge lungs. It was coming from my left. No! Wait! My right. Two to the right.
    Deep, heavy, raspy, rhythmic breathing. Another over there.

    I had stumbled upon a sloth of sleeping bears!

    I was scared out of my mind. Then I thought, ‘Was I tripping?’.
    ‘How could I have crashed my way through the woods, making all that noise and get that close to them?’.
    I stood still for about a minute. The bears still slept. Breathing loudly.
    About 5 of them.
    I eventually decided, that if I walked up on them so easily, I should be able to simply walk away. I had to get out of there.
    So, I continued on my way, making a ton of noise. I was terrified.
    I got to snow line without any other incidents. The sun was a joy to finally see!
    Got some turns and hiked back down into the woods. I hiked down, yelling and hitting trees, throwing rocks, singing and making as much noise as I could.
    For about two hours, I kept hearing the bears running away down the hill in front of me. Sounds of huge animals tearing through the woods.
    It was crazy!

    #659513
    Rico in AZ
    559 Posts

    A little background to set this up: As you can see to your left, I live/ride in Flagstaff, AZ. We are located at the base of an extinct volcano almost 13k’ tall, known as the San Francisco Peaks, or just The Peaks for short. It is visible for over a hundred miles in any direction. As such, a landmark of this stature is highly regarded by the local native american tribes. The Navajo consider it to be one of their defining boundary mountains, the SE corner of their rectangle of traditional lands, and the dwelling place of several of their “yeis”, or deities. The Hopi’s consider it to be the dwelling place of several of their “kachinas(or katsinas) or dieties, and call it the mountain that makes rain and snow.

    A couple seasons ago, we had a brilliant early season which got us into some more distant terrain that requires quite a bit of snow. Me, SplitChimp, and a couple other splitters skin out to a place called Lew Canyon on the maps. We toured out there for a few hours, did some snow assessment, decided it was good to go, had a safety meeting, and dropped a 1000′ chute down into a drainage to a point where it gets completely flat. We stopped to spit boards, eat, drink, another safety meeting… And I couldn’t help but feet as though we were surrounded. By? Who knows what. Someone got one pic of the spot,

    Now I don’t believe in religion, deities of any sort, etc… But for the short time we sat there , at a time when I should have been riding high on stoke, I have never been so creeped out, by anything or anywhere. At that moment I undoubtedly would have acknowledged we had stepped into the very place where the spirits dwell.
    We skinned out for three hours and I spent the next three days with the flu.

    Digging this thread, nice one Splitrippin!
    Another thing I’ve learned; Don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story! 😀

    #659510
    Snowvols
    291 Posts

    This is a great thread :thatrocks:

    When I first moved to Utah a couple years ago, I was really big into hiking as many peaks as I could. One that stood out in my mind that I wanted to bag was Lone Peak. I had two unsuccessful attempts to start out climbing. The first one I started at 10:30 due to drinking all day, and I reached my 3 o’clock turn around time surprisingly. The second time someone built cairns going the COMPLETELY wrong direction. Instead of going to the southwest ridge it was more like the east ridge they went up. I am still bitter about that. Well not to be outdone I figured 3rd time is the charm. I woke up at 3 am to start hiking. I wasn’t going to be beat by this mountain.

    Since I started so early, I had to start under headlamp. No problem what is the worst that could happen? Hiking alone in the dark, I had done it several times already since I moved out here. Before dawn so about 3 hours into my hike, I kept thinking something was around. I was using the red light on my headlamp in order to save my eyes. I then saw a set of eyes. That was freaky, but I kept telling myself it was a deer. Yes, dumb but I seriously didn’t know all of the wildlife that is in Utah. So ended up seeing the set of eyes twice about 5 minutes apart from each other. Stupid deer what does it keep following myself I kept thinking.

    When I got to work that Monday, I was telling some guys about my deer incident. Since I work with rednecks, they started laughing at me. Apparently deer do not track people. There is one type of animal that hangs out in the Lone Peak Wilderness area…… the ole cougar. I never got a photo of it, but it is fairly safe to say I was stalked by a cougar. That could have ended pretty poorly for myself.

    #659509
    BGnight
    1382 Posts

    I know this isn’t a “backcountry” story but it is a spooky story involving a place a lot of backcountry skiers/boarders frequent in the spring and this incident supposedly happened a month ago. I copy/pasted the article:

    TIOGA PASS:
    I received this correspondence on 8/28/2012…and received a followup last night 8/29/2012. I’m posting the unedited email:
    “Sir – my brother referred your email addy to me. He thought you may have an answer to what I saw this past July while camping in the Sierra Nevada Mts. near Tioga Lake, California. My teenage son and I were camping in our RV. There were other campers in the area but not very close to us. On the 3rd night of our trip, we encountered something that neither of us can explain.

    This is bear country and I know that there have been Bigfoot reports over the years. But what we saw was neither as far as we can tell. We secured all of the food and other supplies in the RV and were getting ready to go to bed. It was about 12:30 am. My son fell asleep quickly while I was getting a few things ready as we were going to leave this location later in the morning. I was looking at a map when I started to hear high pitched screams. At first I thought it was a coyote but it was a single scream and sounded more human – like a woman’s scream. I opened the RV door and stood silent in the doorway. Once again the high pitched scream started. This time, it woke my son. We both stood at the door as the screams continued from the direction of the mountain. After about 10 mins the screams stopped – we both went to bed.

    Something startled me while I was sleeping because I woke in a panic. I looked at my watch – it was 2:40 am. Then all of a sudden that same high pitched scream erupted outside of the RV. As it started my son jumped out of his rack and fell to the floor. I grabbed my .44 just in case. As we looked out through the windshield the moonlight was bright enough to illuminate a tall thin creature with light colored skin. My son yelled ‘zombie!’ – it did look like a female human form but the face and the rest of the body looked horrible. It reminded me of an old witch – no clothes, deformed face, long light colored hair, long arms and legs. I figured it stood almost 7 ft. It was walking away from the RV toward the lake. I had seen enough. I made sure everything was ready to go and drove out of there ASAP.

    We ended up near Mono Lake. A few days later I was able to talk to a ranger as he walked through the camping area. He was an older guy and quite engaging. I described what we witnessed – my son also verified what we had seen. The ranger got a serious look on his face and said that over the years, something similar had been reported a few times. He said that they called it ‘Penelope’ but he didn’t know why it had gotten that name. That’s all he knew.

    When I got home I searched the internet but no information was available. My brother gave me your email addy and said you may have an idea of what it was. I’d appreciate your help – you can also call me at XXX-XXXXXXX. LR”

    I contacted LR by email…then talked to him last evening (8/29). I received this email later:
    Hi Lon – thanks for calling. As you requested, I am including a picture that closely matches what we saw (the image on the left…Lon),

    though it is just the face and the hair was much lighter. Like I said before it was very tall, no clothes, long thin arms and legs. You have our permission to post the email on the condition you not release other private information. If anyone has details please forward to me. Thanks for your help…
    NOTE: I looked for ‘Penelope’ online with one small reference but little detail. I contacted Inyo National Forest information…they directed me to the Mono Lake ranger station. I was able to talk to a ranger who confirmed that there were a few very odd sightings in the Sierra Nevada range and that one of these ‘beings’ was dubbed ‘Penelope’ but he was unaware of how or why the name was given. I sent out a few inquiries last evening. Today I received a short email from a folklore writer in Reno, NV that ‘Penelope’ was supposedly a woman who became lost in the Sierra Nevada Mts. several years ago and eventually became a flesh-eating monster. OK. Seems like we’re getting into the ‘urban-legend’ column on this one. Well, anyway, I’d appreciate some followup if available…Lon

    UPDATE: As dumb luck has it, I had a reference to ‘Penelope’ in a book I recently received from Eric Altman titled Monster Spotter’s Guide to North America The brief description is similar to the information that I received from the folklore writer with a few more gruesome details. It seems ‘Penelope’ disembowels her victims before feasting on the remains. As well, she is supposedly responsible for a few unexplained deaths in the Sierra Nevadas. Other than that, I have no idea what LR and his son witnessed…Lon

    #659507
    SPLITRIPPIN
    709 Posts

    Holy Shit! Yetis, Sharks that wanted to eat TEX, dieties, man tracking cougars, and Sierra witches…faaaaaaawk yeah! I love a good spooky tale. Especially, when it’s experienced by tangible people.

    stoked!

    One thing that’s in common in these threads is a “feeling” that we get when something just doesn’t feel right when nothing within our 5 common senses dictates anything different.

    I have a theory on this, and it comes from a different mind set. While meditating one day, I was pretty deep in when my cat bumped my hand. It felt this “shock” from that small contact.

    So, look at it this way… we’re all energy…in fact everything is energy. You don’t have to go far in mainstream Physics, and Quantum Physics for validation of this. What if that “feeling” we get when spooked is actually a 6th sense of sorts that most of us don’t use during our daily lives, so it’s not as keen as say this sense that animals have. Ever notice how fish, and migratory birds can turn on a dime in unison.

    This uneasiness, or shock, or feeling of being watched I believe directly relates to that.

    I read a cool webpage about some Yeti trackers actually using a form of meditation to somehow use this same form of communication in the animal world to make contact with yetis. The whole idea of meditation is tapping into a single consciousness. I believe this is exactly what creatures are already in tune with automatcially.

    Man what a cool time we’re living in…. Crank that 3rd eye open people.. discover meditation. You’ll never be the same. :thumpsup:

    Great stories.. keep em’ rockin.

    #659521
    nifl
    39 Posts

    I went to high school in Gallup, New Mexico which is just off the Navajo reservation. A lot of my friends were Navajo and I’m pretty sure that everyone of them believed in skinwalkers. I heard a lot of skinwalker stories but the common thread is that they’re malicious shapeshifters. One of my closer friends whose grandfather was a medicine man told me that skinwalkers are medicine men committed to evil. The final step in becoming a skinwalker, the shaman must kill the person they love the most.

    So one day I go hiking with a friend at an area of rock formations bordering the reservation. There are no cars at the trailhead but we do meet a three-legged dog who’s happy to see us and joins us on our hike. The dog follows us for miles and up steep terrain that becomes a good scramble. We’re exploring the area around a promontory when the dog starts freaking out. We didn’t understand what was bothering our friend so we shrugged it off and started climbing the formation. The dog couldn’t go any further so he stayed at the base and continued to act nervous.

    About halfway up we realized we shouldn’t climb any higher without equipment so we sat on a ledge and lit a cigarette. We had a great view of the slickrock and were talking to each other when we both noticed a man who seemed to appear from nowhere standing fifty yards from the base of the rock we were on. He was just standing there staring blankly at us. He was dressed in rags and looked dirty and disheveled. Stunned by his appearance, my friend and I turned back toward each other with a mutual look of wtf and then turned to look at the stranger again. He was gone!

    Within the seconds that we turned our heads from him, he would have had to cover several hundred yards of slickrock before he could have disappeared behind any sort of cover. Now we looked at each other again really wondering what the fuck had just happened and if we were both in agreement. Once we confirmed we had both witnessed the same thing, we climb down and got the hell out of there.

    He was the only person we saw that day and we didn’t see him again. The dog followed us back to the trailhead and calmed down considerably once we were some distance from the area of weirdness. I felt sad leaving the dog where we found him but he seemed to be ok with it like he was at home there and I’m pretty sure he was.

    #659525
    buckchow
    356 Posts

    Fun thread!

    When I was 6 years old I had a formative spooky experience on a backpacking trip with my parents in Glacier National Park. I spent much of one night awake in my sleeping bag, staring terrified out the tent door, convinced that the distinct glowing amorphous shape hovering in the pitchblack distance was a ghost – what else could it be? In the morning it was revealed to be a lone patch of snow that had been illuminated by moonlight. That stuck with me as an example that what we think we see, may not be what it really is, and I think of that experience as having significantly informed my outlook on life.

    There was a documented bigfoot sighting in the 70’s about one mile from a yurt in the Uintas that we frequent; we’ve labeled that area on our informal map as Bigfoot Flats. I also remember being scared shitless as a youngster by a 1970’s ‘In Search Of’ reenactment, narrated by Leonard Nemoy, of a lady seeing a bigfoot looking in through her bathroom window and freaking the f out. I’m actually now working on a Bigfoot graphic for an upcoming event.

    I highly recommend a visit to the Cryptozoological Museum if you’re in Portland, Maine. I especially liked their exhibit of creatures, previously widely considered by American culture as imaginary, that have subsequently been proven real (panda bears, coelacanths, zebras, etc). You think we’ve found everything? Come on son.

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