Well it's not too weird but while taking the dogs out for a run in the Jeep by our local college a few nights ago we ran across a couple getting frisky, man-o-man did they get scared and run like hell. All we could do was laugh as we drove past.
I mean, what were they thinking, they were in plain sight of the college and within 100' of the main dirt road that runs south from the college. Too funny!
2004 RED TJ Rubicon
Member of the Gear Grinders 4WD Club
A few weeks ago, some of us were up in the Delaware National Rec Area in NW NJ. We followed a trail up into the woods that eventually disappeared. We continued a bit and stopped. It wouldn't be a good thing to continue further without at least a compass. Plus, we weren't treading lightly anymore. So a couple of us got out to snap some pics, and I noticed something strange next to a tree. It was a well. There were no other signs of any sort of settlement nearby. How old was it? Was it built by Indians, settlers, miners, soldiers from the Indian wars fought in the area? Here's a couple pics:
__________________ "Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba…” -Hunter S. Thompson
My girlfriend and I were driving through my old neighborhood one night, I was giving her the old tour of it. I was going back down the main road and I noticed something in the road. Then I realized that it was a man sprinting straight towards my truck. At first I reached for my brand new Glock 36..then decided to just get the hell outta there. I threw it in reverse and backed all the way down that road as fast as I could. We ended up going to another friends house a street over and when we told him the story he wanted to go check it out. The girl wasn't having any part of it though so me and him set out. When we got to the stop sign for that street we were looking at each other talking about "what ifs".That's when the guy came sprinting up to the truck and tried to open the door. My buddy ripped out of there so fast. Once we got down the street we ended up calling the Sheriff's dept. They had about 5-6 cars come out right away and were searching everywhere with their spotlights. No sign of the guy whatsoever.
I used to go to an old hog farm with some of my buddys we went there one night in his dads truck to catch rabbits
Well one night we went there and heard a buch of hogs squealing but there was nothing there then the truck got slammed into by something that was about four feet wide and stood at the hight of the truck.. I was in the bed of the truck with a floodlight and did not see anything hit it or see anything running away
Still to this day we don't have it figured out
Jeeps made for mud
I drive a TJ and its like a second girlfriend..Always taking me to the limits of my wallet
On an old gravel road a few miles from Brazil, Indiana there's a wooded area that has literally hundreds of surveillance camera mounted to the trees facing the road. The only driveway on the road has a huge horse gate blocking it with ten or so flood lights mounted to it and an old 80's crown vic sitting right behind it. :wondering who's hiding what: (buffalo bill)
My wife and I were visiting her family (from Germany). We were walking near Berlin, as we were walking I kept seeing the same sign over and over, at the time I knew very little german. I asked her what they said, she replied "Warning: minefield".
Apparently they have live minefields that they've never cleaned up. I was told every once in a while a wild boar walks over one... think about that next time you're in the woods...lol
Last year in md I was out in the woods going out in for bowseason and well I was stumbling through the woods using the cell phone for light... Forgot the flashlight ...... I had only been out there once in the daylight after looking at satellite maps I thought I had a good idea where I was going I was wrong and I managed to stumble across a cemetery in the woods at night but thing is I didn't no I was in it till daylight peeking threw the trees ... And right before the soun comes up I heard you don't belong here ... I bought fell out of tree... Well after that I m lik fffff this I shimmy down the tree and book it out. If there.. On the way I ran into another hunter whose hunted the area ... And he's like ya that areas haunted .. And I avoid that place lol but a couple of months I surfing some md hunting forums and that place was on there I was like wtf... That's all I got
This is a story that happened to my mom while she was attending UCSB in Santa Barbara, CA. My mom lived in Summerland, a small town basically in SB, and every morning she would go on a run at 6 before her morning classes. One day, as she was running, a truck drove by her. And mind you, she never ever saw vehicles while in her run. This made her slightly uneasy but decided it was nothing and kept going. However, as she ran her next mile, she topped a blind hill to find the truck and the man waiting for her, him wearing a mask with a knife in his hand. Before she could react he had her by the hands and a gag in her mouth. Now this was in the winter at about 630 so the sun was barely peeking over the mountains, still very dark though. Before she begins to struggle and yell, the masked man whispers in her ear, scream, and I'm going to kill you. Like anyone else my mom was scared shitless, but she remembered there was mobile home park just on the other side of hill. Thinking the man wanted to rape her, she said to him, "lets go back to m place, I live just over the next hill". At first he didn't go for it, and it took 30 sec. To a minute to convince him that she did live close. But When he asked where, she Pointed the opposite way of the said mobile home park . As the man in the mask looked, he lightened his grip just enough for my mom to break loose and try to make it to the mobile home park. She makes it to the mobile home park and is frantically beating on doors until an elderly woman lets her inside where she can call the police. As she set the white phone back in the hanger it is covered in blood. Through all the adrenaline she hasn't realized that the knife slit the top of her wrist when she broke free. Aside from that, she had made it. The cops never found the man. She now has a concealed carry permit and practices it very heavily.
This happened one day last week while taking a trip up to Gainesville, Florida with my fiancé to look for apartments. I picked her up at about 7:30AM and started our trip. As we got to Ocala, my wild side took over and we headed for the Ocala national forest for a quick wheelin' trip. Gotta have fun, right? Plus we were early anyway.
As we got in to the forest, a ranger in a state F-150 drove by and stopped me. I thought it was weird because I've been to Ocala several times and have never seen another vehicle other than the ones i was with while being out there. He walked up and in a very serious tone said "I wouldn't go any further if I were you." And kinda stared at me uncomfortably. I asked him why, and he replied "There's someone crazy in there... We're trying to find them.. Theres been Several reported vehicle fires, and camp sites have been demolished." I'm used to hearing news like this, but an experienced ranger like him seemed TOO nervous. As I slowly reversed in the soggy sand, the ranger took off in a hurry.
Something didn't feel right, and I couldn't leave without checking the place out a little. Going up a hill, I smelt fire. Reaching the top of the hill, I saw a trail of smoke rising and a white F-150 was engulfed in flames. I went down the hill slowly, being careful to not get too close. I wasn't nervous at the time because I had a .40 sitting in the center console.
As we passed the truck on fire, I sped up a little to turn around. The fiancé said the usual, "lets get out of here.", "this doesn't feel right". I turned left on to a smaller trail leading to an outlet. Realizing that we had been in there for almost 30 minutes now, I thought we'd get out of there and get back on I-75. A few random turns later, the trail opened up and a couple hundred yards in front of me was another F-150 in flames. My heart sunk when I looked closer to me. There was a mud pit that took up the whole trail, there was no driving around it.
I dropped it in 4-wheel drive and rode the side of the pit, seemingly easy. Half way through, I slid in deeper and slowly sunk. I was up to the exhaust in straight mud. I floored it out safely, but the jeep was COVERED in mud. I put it in neutral and kept it running. I reached in the center console and grabbed the Glock .40, and told my fiancé to stay here. She was almost crying from nervousness, and I asked her if she wanted to go with me. She declined and I told her to get in the driver's seat. I tucked the .40 in the back of my pants and walked slowly to the truck. As I got closer my adrenaline took over and I grabbed my gun.
My heart stopped when I saw the decals on what was left of the truck. "Forest Ranger" was on the side that hadn't been blazed by the fire. No one was around. The lights on the top of the truck were smashed, and the tires were slashed. I sprinted back to the jeep and hopped in the seat. There was just enough room for us to fit between the edge of the treeline and the truck. She made it through and when we got to what seemed safe, we quickly switched seats and I hauled out of there.
The fiancé found a way to get back to the main road on her iPhone, so we followed that route.
I called the ranger station and reported the state issued truck had been destroyed, and the officer on the phone said they were aware, and another ranger picked that one up. I don't know the whole story... But back on 75, a sheriff's helicopter was hovering over the main road going in to the forest.
I had been recently assigned to the Explosive Ordnance Disposal unit at Ft McNair in DC. McNair was About 200 years old at the time. My office was in the basement of a building that was used to house prisoners, some condemned. The basement had been jail cells. This former cell area conveniently served the purpose of keeping each Team's gear separated.
Upstairs there were Historical pictures of hangings out front.
Anyway late one night or very early morning, with the building deserted, my teammate and I returned from a mission. I went down stairs alone to put away some equipment and do some paperwork while my teammate put away the vehicle and some other things upstairs.
After I did so, as I stepped through the threshold of a now doorless doorway down stairs that led to the cell area. This happened to be right where my desk area was. As I stepped across the threshold, out of the blue it felt exactly like someone dumped a large and heavy cooler of iced water on the back of my neck, back, and head.
Whoa! I was out of there, sprinting up the steps to the upstairs. I closed up the building and went home, shocked. The next day when I was on duty again I went down stairs and looked around for any possible explanation... An air vent or something I could hopefully blame.... Nope.
So I talk to one of my fellow team leaders who had been there for a couple of years, and who worked my job down stairs before I got there. I was not wanting to spill the beans about the experience or sound like a nut as I am a new guy at this unit.
I ask him if he ever had anything weird happen here. He asks, "where". I say down stairs. He starts laughing and says "you got the cold blast didn't you?". I say how did you know? He says "I got that too down there. I didn't tell you about it as I wanted to see if the same thing would happen to you without me putting the thought into your head. It was right at that door threshold huh?"
So evidently this just goes along with working down there at night. It never happened to me again, but then again I made sure I never went into the cell area alone at night again either.
In 2001 I took my Jeep on a trip. I did about 9000 miles in six weeks, from NY to Whyoming, down through the mountain states an back.
Somewhere west of Denver, along i70, I pulled off to find a place to camp. I rolled into a very small town. I believe it was just a mile long, dead end strip, With houses and stores, and cars parked here and there along side the road. At the time I didn't take particular notice of anyone or anything. It would turn out that my mind picked up a couple small details that I would remember a little while later; namely, three young guys sitting on a stoop and a tan sedan parked in front of them. They had noticed my coming and going from town.
I drove away; possibly heading up the interstate a short distance, or passing under the interstate, heading south on rough roads. In a short time I had taken a sharp left turn and, in about a hundred yards, I came to a dead end in the woods that looked to be a good spot to camp.
I turned the jeep around and started unloading some things. I just happened to be looking towards the turn I had come around; when I noticed the front two or three feet of a tan sedan poke around the corner, lurch to a stop and the back away, out of site.. I immediately put my observations from town together and knew I was in trouble.
Thiose three guys had me pegged for a lone traveller looking for a place to spend the night and figured I might find this spot. They had pulled around the corner far enough to see my jeep. But not far enough that I or the driver saw each other
I quickly tossed my stuff in the jeep tore out of there. When I came around the corner I passed their car which they had pulled into a small turn-around. As I whizzed passed them I could see that they were In the middle of grabbing things from the car and trunk and putting on different shirts.
I cannot be 100% sure but I believe that I would not have had a good night if I didn't catch a glimpse of that bumper.
On the same trip I went to Canyonlands NP in Utah and drove the White Rim trail; down along the Colorado river and back up along the Green River.
As drove along the Green River, along some flats,I saw a bunch of bicyclists entering a campground. A bikers rode in, they were all greeted with lots of cheers and celebration; they must have had a long trek.
I continued on and started heading up Hardscrabble hill. Towards the top, a Cherokee was heading towards me, and as we both slowed down, to allow each other to pass, we came upon a cyclist lying on the side of the road, near his bike. He had died. He was already grayish in color, and we knew it was too late to help him. He was in his mid-40's and obviously in good shape. He had his arms articulated in a way that indicated he was trying to get his backpack around to the front of him when he died.
After talking with the Cherokee driver, we decided that he would head to the campground where the bicyclists were and I would head on to inform the ranger.
I had never seen a dead person outside of a wake, so that fairly well creeped me out.
the wife & i were up in the rockies somewhere in 2007, not sure what lake this is but i thought it was pretty so i stopped to take a picture out the passenger side window. neither one of us so much as opened a door let alone got out of the car.
right after i took that picture i noticed two child sized snow boots sitting on the rocks, very odd since we hadnt seen a soul in days & there were no people around that we could see anywhere.
while we were discussing how odd it was to encounter such a thing high up in the mountains this happened:
one of the boots blew over. now, keep in mind that it was FREEZING outside, getting dark & there is a light fog creeping around the air. not something you'd want to be outdoors in. now couple that with the fact that we hadn't seen anyone on the trial on the way up, and never saw anyone much further up the trail after we left, AND the fact that the wind just up & blew the shoe over while we were watching it & one is left with the strong suggestion in mind that those shoes couldnt have been there very long. like.. minutes duration.. given that the wind was pretty strong in that area coming up and over the lake those shoes would have both blown over pretty quick.
there had to have been a child in that area likely within 10 minutes or so of us passing through, but no sign of anyone as far as the eye could see other than those little kiddie boots.
we got pretty creeped out.
So if you zoom in on the second picture and look into the overturned boot, there appears to be a silver or white bracelet attached to it. It's also odd that the first pic is clear and the second is very foggy.
Just today me and my buddy where out on a trail. I know where the trail leads, and am familiar with the area just never been down it.
Well, we are taking our sweet ol time enjoying the weather just crawlin along, next thing I see is a white newspaper mailbox...like one you put next to your MAILbox.
And there is the old abandoned 1 story house. Not in complete shambles. From the outside, it looks like you could actually stay in it. Maybe as a Hunter?
But the fact that it had a Newspaper Roadside box in the middle of the woods was pretty wierd. There was no evidence of it being an old road. Will get pictures soon.