Woods thread contd

Woods thread contd.
Old thread >be 16
>live in NE Texas, 903 area
>We have trails from my house leading all the way to a lake we live near, about 2-4 miles away
>go wild hog hunting with step-dad since there are no regulations for them
>about 3/4th of the way down the trail, we get off our four-wheelers and start walking
>sit down for a moment and wait for the hogs to come to us
>big ass hog. About 250lbs
>it sees me and runs off
>the chase is on
>we start following it's tracks
>we have to cross a big ass creek that is basically a small river
>start seeing more tracks and show my step-dad
>all of a sudden we hear a stampede
>wtf is going on nigger
>start following all of the tracks
>woods getting thicker with smaller trees
>we eventually find a giant fucking hive of hog beds
>so fucking big you can drive a full size diesel truck through there
>realize this was where all the hogs were
>start hearing stampede again
>high-tail it the fuck out of there

And that was the last time I went near there. I'm 20 now.

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Sorry for my ignorance, but what are hog beds?

>be me doing a late night hike with a friend of mine in NJ
>area known as "stagg hill"
>was going through the wooded area and you can see houses
>(they're decent looking homes)
>stagg hill is known for a large group of incest families who don't like to be bothered.
>Mfw you can you can see them watching you through windows.
>We started to nope the fuck out of there when we started to hear some of them leaving their houses. >Never went back.

Kind of what it implies. Just a binch of grass/bedding that a wild boar made.

My southern jargon gets the best of me sometimes.

My first thought was that they were dead boars in little beds. hahah

OP here. Here's a more dangerous one that a guy I worked with told.

>place on the other side of the county called Beulah Woods
>nothing but hick fucks with guns live there
>they just got electricity in 2009
>he decided to be a tough guy and go out there to check it out
>finds the roads leading into a dirt road that leads into a field
>in the field, there were posts that had a color spraypainted on them
>he said fuck it and started driving past the first one
>ground comes out from under the front end of his car
>he starts hearing the hicks, dogs, and sees flashlights on the other side of the field
>he finally gets himself out and drives the fuck off
>turns out that at each post, you have to go a certain direction or else you're fucked and dead
>tfw my other friend's dad is an electrician and is the one who gave them power in 2009
And I always wondered where he got his moonshine

That's a very strange thought, user

big ass forest?

FD fag here

Former Hotshot
Innawoods type o guy

2009 summer

>Out on exercise with our team
>Fucking middle of nowhere, AK
>It's ass
>Doing standard Hotshot junk and prepping for forest fires
>I'm a human smokey the bear
>Speaking of bears, god damn there are a lot of bears
>We've seen bears before, were not even really worried about them anymore
>Honestly the Bears might think we're one of them at this point
>Standard saftey percussions are taken, we think little of it since most of us are pretty seasoned
>Night time comes on day three, and we can hear bears, somewhere out there, fighting
>This isn't unusual, and it doesn't rightly bother us
>But then something does
>The cries of an injured bear fill the air in the wee hours of the morning, followed by a piercing howl
>Not a wolf
>Not a deer
>Not a moose
>No fucking idea what
>Not the kind of gentleman to be shaken by the prospect of a criptid innawoods (and also because we all, in the back of our minds I'm sure, assumed it was a moose)
>AM mess is at sun up and our work assignments are handed out, and foreman makes mention to the bears
>If there's an injured bear out there we need to be careful, because that means there's an even larger bear, or highly aggressive bull moose out here too, and we do not want to fight that
>The day goes as normal, wood cutting, trail marking, prep, so on and so forth
>We hear the occasional howl from the bear which we know is SOMEWHERE in the area, but not anywhere we can determine
>Lunch mess comes around and a crew of four doesn't return with no radio contact
>Assignment was to head to a nearby river tributary and collect water samples for the Dept. Of Fish and Game
>Volunteer with another three to go find them, assume radios just fucked up
>Head down to river
>On the way we distantly hear that same shout from the night before
>It echos through the woods, a high pitched, positively monstrous call the likes of which I have never heard
>It does, indeed, rattle us to the bone a bit

Very. I live in a rural neighborhood, so there is a lot to explore.

Not too far from the lake, there is a military camp that used to use part of the land as a training ground. The trails behind my house actually go straight to one of them. There are a fuck ton of old practice bunkers.

Dude Id fucking be scared shitless.
Texas woodland is nothing compared to that.

Hey guys, been watching since last thread, played the role of man who afraid of anyone talking about centra florida because that's where he lives and he wants to sleep eventually.

Do what?

Explain pls

>But being the stock of men who think with a measure of rationality, we still all firmly believe it to be a moose or a distorted call from another large animal
>We reach the river mouth and spy the crews gear and two of the crew
>What are you fags doing
>Their radio dead, sure as shit
>other two guys are just upstream a bit and come down, we help them pack and get moving on
>As we pack up, one of them shouts out
>Holy fuck what's that?!
>He points to a treeline some 200 meters opposite of us
>Peaking from the treeline, just barely visible is a head, easily two and a half, three meters off the ground
>all that's really certain is that this is a massive animal
>We look on in bewilderment for a moment before it ducks back in the trees
>I think that's our moose
>Big fucker innit?
>RTB with crew in tow
>Inform team we saw the moose on the opposite the river and it was yuuuuge
>Team makes note and we advise stay clear of unnecessary activity by river bank, since the moose may be there looking for females to rut, even if it is just past the season
>Back to work
>Night comes and the farmiliar sounds of mother nature unleashing her great Titans on one another fill the air
>A storm rolls in around midnight and fills the air with the echos of a deluge of rain the kinds of which the Bible tells us swept away the old world
>Rolling thunder filled the air and we all learned a bit why the bombing campaign on north Vietnam was named such a thing, and we all were left to silently wonder if the USAFs B-52s could even hope to match how loud this storm was
>But even through all that
>that infernal howl filled the air, drowning out even the grandest of mother nature's symphonies.
>At one point in the night, the screams, which had slowly worked their way through the woods, came from what I would say was mere hundreds of meters from our camp, within visual distance surely
>When the day began the storm had not subsided but the screams had

You should be a writer, user.

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>Our mettel testes but not cracked, our foreman was more inconvenienced with this than anything
>Look, that damn moose is bold. We're going to erect some barriers and we'll put down some repellent, keep it out of the camp
>Today's job orders are standard affair and we'll be coordinating with another Hotshot trail maintenance unit coming through today, hosting them this evening and on their way they'll go
>I'm assigned to the maintenance party, so we go to meet our bretherine
>The team meets up with us after a few short hours of work
>Immediately notice they all look unsettled
>What's up boys
>We found a set of bears about three clicks out
>A set?
>Like four
>Four?
>Dead.
>Mauled
>Absolutely fucking destroyed
>Radio foreman
>Get permission to go look
>Team and us get a move on
>We reach an area with some natural rock covering, a good place for bears to live
>What we see is nothing I have ever seen before
>Four bears, three adults and a single cub, over an area maybe two hundred meters, all gored and mauled to death
>A pair of trails leading away. The storm made mud of much of this area
>one, a set of tracks headed to our camp, that of a small grizzly
>The other, hooves. Large. Bigger than any moose print I have ever seen by an order of magnitude
>A typical moose track is 13-18cm in length
>This is 22-24cm easily
>What's more is its slightly more rounded, implying the animal has naturally more mass to it than a moose of a comparable size would
>What the fuck is this thing?
>The bears are gored to death. Heads split, intestines strewn about, chests collapsed, the the cub looks like it was simply trampled to death, maybe by the assaulter, maybe by its own in an effort to escape
>Whatever this thing is, its fucking huge
>The rest of the day goes as scheduled

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Lol

Moar
MOAAAARRR

1 w4s in th3 w00ds an6 got sc4r3d.

I fucking love pokeporn.

Just looked up stagg hill. I'm curious as to how true those urban legends are, if at all.

missing 411 look that shit up dog

weirdnj.com/tag/stag-hill/

Your step dad hunted a big fat fuck prize hog, yo mama.

>Returning to camp we see a set of barriers have been erected about four feet high, and a line of powder has been laid down
>Repelling powder is a common part of Hotshot crew kit for driving away large predators and other wildlife, its strong odor is offensive even to humans, but even moreso to the olfactory gifted
>Night chow is hearty and large portions, more than normal
>The night is clear and cool, and we spend time standing around mingling in our impromptu tent city
>Just before lights out, the scream is heard in the distance
>A panic wave sweeps through the other hotshots
>IT FUCKING FOLLOWED US
>What?
>We've been stalked by that same howl since last week. We thought it ditched us two days ago but its fucking back.
>What is it?
>We dont know. We've never seen it.
>It's been here for about three days
>A second scream billows out from somewhere else in the wood
>An immediate call is heard after
>There's
>Two
>Of
>Them
>The new foreman is visually shaken
>Our foreman, a massive rock on which the waves many a men's troubles have broken, and who's fists have likely broken many more jaws, even seems a bit unnerved by this
>We are 40 well trained, experienced, fit woodsmen
>And at the moment I remember hearing that these calls were clearly from two different members of the same species, clearly complimentary in nature, I felt my heart drop to my feet.
>An icey shiver ran up my spine
>And I reached for my gun
>The night was marked with the encroaching calls of these unseen tormentors. Sleep was impossible
>Just before sunup, a call came that sent a collective fear through the camp the likes of which we never felt again
>A call from inside the camp

Don't stop dammit

That's actually what I just read. Sounds like a bunch of he said she said rumors, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to go there and check it out.

If this is a Loch Ness monster story or some other stupid shit I'm gonna shoot somebody

KEEP GOING DAMMIT

try and keep the thread alive for Hotshot poster

>suddenly spaghetti started shooting out of my pockets

Bump for Hotshot

Haha. At least you're bumping the thread

>Maybe it was fear
>Maybe it was bravery
>But I looked
>And there, in the middle of the camp, silouetted by meager light, I saw what I can only describe as a horror.
>At its shoulder it was easily 2 meters
>It's head was easily 40cm more than that
>Atop its twisted head sat a bed of thorn like outgrowths that I hesitantly call antlers, spanning outwards in a sprawling nightmare
>Jagged teeth puzzled its pale brown fire around its face as four massive legs carried it, seemingly effortlessly through the Rasputitsa with a gentle squish
>It's soulless black eyes gleamed with ethereal bewilderment as it seemingly floated through the camp, its hot breath steaming from its elongated snout
>The antlers were blackened and glistened with what I could only assume was blood
>This was our bear slayer
>This was our monster
>It had never managed to develop to a point of full fear for me until these last few hours. I seldom had time to process that we could really be dealing with something that defied logic or reasonable explanation before the Eldridge horror presented itself to me
>I clutched the handle on my Smith and Wesson tightly. The four and a half inch long, .50 caliber monster seemed much more monstrous when the prospect of defending myself against a bear was my worst case scenario
>But now I was contemplating employing five rounds of 400 grain .50 caliber bullets against what might as well have been a dinosaur
>Others in my unit looked on, in what I can only describe as a feeling of abject horror and wonder, as the great being walked through our camp, swinging its massive horns side to side, stepped oh so casually over our barrier, and let out a proud yell, continuing in the direction of the other scream
>The morning came soon after, but the screams did not stop for some time after
>No work orders were handed out that day
>There was no mess
>There was no movement
>We waited to be attacked by two great beasts from a land thst time forgot

Inb4 get on the floor, dinosaur.

Wendigo?
Wendigo.

That's some scurry shit right thurr

Okay goys, got one for ya.
>Be 18ish, maybe 17, who gives a shit really
>LOVE drugs, particularly cannabis and acid
>Drop one tab around 5 PM, mainly to enhance day rather than trip (150ug tabs, still trippy)
>Meet up with a few friends, hang around for a while, decide to get pot
>Ohshitnegro.png
>preparefortakeoff.jpg
>for sober fags that arent garbage like me, pot and acid potentiate each other. Acid makes weed better, weed makes acid better.
>A LOT better.
>We decide to go hiking at around 8:30 and smoke a few blunts
>I smoke my own, each exhale is leading me deeper into the trip
>FUCKINGLIFTOFF.GIF
>Rocks in the path are literally rising out of the ground to meet my feet
>arranging themselves into flower shapes
>I begin getting color shift, the woods get FUCKING MAGIC
>Trees are literally sparkling and dancing, holy fuck this is wild
>I begin to realise that I am breathing with their rhythm, I am breathing with the trees, as one collective body
>rad
>We come across literally a 6 foot wide spider web, not even cus Im tripping
>Flashlight casting rainbows, begin to get pulled into a fractalised reality
>Tons of live oaks where I live, and they all grow in hexagonal fractals
>Our entire reality is just one big fractal
>Isthistheacidtalkingorwut.mp4
>Punch through the woods and arrive at a lake
>The lake is mostly circular, and I begin to see concentric fractals. The lake is literally cut into pieces of pie, as is the sky
>whoa
>we walk back to the trail head, apparently we spent like 2 hours hiking and travelled 3+ miles with all the dicking around and smoking
>field of view is now about 6 feet, the trip and darkness are wild. Im being led along the trail by rocks emerging out of the ground
>fucking magical trip
>we reach trailhead, drive back home
>I take county roads so I can enjoy the scenery
>Get home, talk to my dad about beer, eat tacos with my family while still very much so tripping

Acid is fucking great. Highly suggest doing it.

Bumping for hotshot again

HOTSHOT WHERE ARE YOU

>The attack never came
>My foreman called in project delay due to "wildlife activity" citing wolf packs as being the issue. Who would blame him? No one would never we just saw a living, breathing god of the forest
>The night game and the screams came closer
>Those of us with guns clutched them strongly to our chest. Between us we threw more mass in a single one second burst than a single 76mm shell did, but we wondered if that could even be enough to stop these things if we had to
>Sometime just before midnight they came to our camp.
>I looked again.
>For some reason I was less scared this time. It wasn't as horrifying a concept to see our monsters
>These two, a male and a female, wandered through our camp casually. Their hot breath issued from their long, jagged mouths, sniffing the air occasionally.
>The male was the same of the night before, but the female was just slightly less than his in size, without horns
>I had neglected to notice it, but the male had tusks, jutting from his lower jaw, at least a meter and a half long.
>They strode through the area, mostly silently, for about 20 minutes
>As they left, in what was a horrifying display of power, the males leg struck a medium weight ATV we use, tipping it over, and pushing it a good two meters
>Their calls were heard through the night as they wandered away into the wood
>Morning came with an unsettling silence
>Work orders came
>Armed and ready we went about our business
>For two days after there was no sound, no wildlife but birds and insects singing and buzzing
>Satisfied the great beings were gone, we got back to our job
>We all agreed, just before we left, this would never go public.

Who would beleive us, after all.

I am convinced what I saw has a logical explanation. They were not horrible, disfigured looking animals, bit their size was absolutely beyond that which I thought possible for any terrestrial animal. They were most certainly a member or reletive of the same family as moose or elk, but their size...their tusks..I just don't know.


But this is not the end my friends.

I'm working on stitching all this together don't worry. I'll put it in once you're all finished

Fucking nice.
Any chance you have a picture or something online relative to what you saw?

I'm just some user in the thread putting it together sorry

Also, I fucked up real bad and can't get into photos on my phone. Image is huge

Shit, dude. When did this happen? They seem somewhat intelligent. No normal animal would stroll into a camp of many humans, nonchalantly like that.

Just looked at the three bits before I spliced them all together separetely, they're 13 mb total

YUUUUUGE

>2012
>I find myself and two former members of the 2009 crew back in the last frontier again
>We sit in a restaurant, drinking beer and eating
>A trio of state Rangers come in, half dressed in uniform. We offer them a seat and drinks, perhaps for some interdepartmental intrigue
>We drink ourselves to a fine buzz and begin talking about some of the oddities we encountered in our days
>One of the other hotshots looks at us, nodds, and starts a story.
>Summer of 2009...
>We exchange parts of the story and give equal accounts of what we saw
>The Rangers, mouth agape each of them, listen in abject enthrallment
>After a few moments of silence, one speaks up
>You saw one too.
>They've seen them
>There's varying reports: sometimes they have three eyes, sometimes they have one. Sometimes they talk, sometimes they immigrate voices, sometimes they eat flesh, sometimes they just walk, and watch
>But they always are huge
>They always have tusks
>And they always scream
>The Rangers have seen them, and one claims to have shot at one, with no effect
>Hunters in the North have claimed to see them for decades, and locals claim them to be forest spirits for centuries
>From Anchorage to Dead Horse, sightings of all sorts of these things come in
>They aren't repressed, they aren't hidden, but those who do report them get the reports swept beneath the tide of a billion other less credible cryptic reports of seeing something out there
>But these things, theyre out there. Reminders of a bigone era, creatures from a time long past, surviving in the Alaskan and Canadian wilderness where men dare not venture
>If you see one, you might be blessed, you might be cursed
>But don't let them look you in the eye
>Or they'll fucking kill you.

Noice. I love cid. Done it about 50-60 times I'd say. It's been about 10 months since I've last done it.

It sounds like a wendig, minus the fur.
They stand up to about 15(?) Feet tall.

Shit dude, but don't you think there'd be pictures of them, considering the day and age we live in. Or some carcasses of these massive beasts

Not sure why y'all keep replying to me I'm not hotshot. I'm a different random user who thinks the story is worthy of saving

Part 1/however many I need
Feel free to save it
Keep in mind I'm not hotshot

Wait that's part 2
Here's part 1

Sorry. Thought I replied to him that time.

Part 3/whatever
Still not hotshot

Post the beginning as well.

Probably part 4
I'm on my phone so I can't tell

Nevermind

That's part 3 again
I hate iphones
Here's 4

>That seems to be one thing that the myth lives consistent on: looking at them in the eye is an act of aggression. They don't seem scared of people, just disinterested.
>The Rangers tell us hunters have seen them, and the natives say looking st them makes a man go mad
>but they never go near cities. The forest is their home.
>And they can have it.

The closest real thing I have seen to it are the renderings of the Irish Great Elk, but even it is too small. I could understand how some think, if they see it, its a very large moose. But the tusks, the antlers, and the call is anything but.

He's either a really fucking good writer, a complete bullshitter, or a dude who witnessed one of the most metal things in nature.

Screencap fag here, gonna update part 4 give me a minute

Part 4 updated/4
Go nuts

Good story btw. If you happen to have any others I'm sure everybody here would love it

Thanks.

My first green text.
>oh boy

Closest I have is really the Irish Great Elk.
It's quite honestly the only creature that even comes close AFAIK.
If anyone's draw fag:

>Dark brown fire, long, thick
>Muscular, broad torso about 4m length
>strong, thick neck, about similar in proportion to a moose, jettisoning from very clearly defined shoulders
>A elongated face, slightly shorter than that of a moose but thicker
>Lower mandible is broad and deep, with a set of opposed tusks that come to a blunted point
>An absolute best of thick, huge horns, easily spanning more than four meters
>Long, muscular lower legs with thick, strong upper legs
>Large eyes

Early summer 2009
About 2300-0100 hours
North-mid Alaska

Compressed down to 2 parts because nothing is good enough for me

2/2
Also check those trips

checkd!
and thanks

I've had enough cropping and file shrinking for tonight so I'm gonna go to bed. See y'all around

Hotshot here.

I have a few, but that is honestly the single weirdest and least explainable thing I have ever seen. I was a Hotshot from 2004 to 2014 (inb4 Oldfag, I know) and I've seen some weird shit, but that will forever remain #1, because I looked at it, clear as day, multiple times, with ~37 other guys, all with the same or more wooding experience as I had.

Beleive me or don't. If I had a camera I probably would have been too scared to take a picture, and I've searched for a way to rationalize what I've seen as a known animal, but I have nothing.

Also

>Fire

The word

>Fur

Does not exist in my predictive text apparently
The animal was not on fire

It doesn't matter if it's some petty shit like "a squirrel was in a bush but it spooped me" You're an excellent writer user

Is anyone here then?

I'll post a short one in the interm

>2004
>Day 7 of 29 on my first task outing, somewhere in northern California
>Cutting down a section of dead trees that risk ignition that could threaten more nearby trees
>The heat is downright oppressive, and the mirage radiating off the rocks makes recognition of much of anything more than fifty meters away downright hard
>Fell a particularly large tree that's half dead, which falls with a massive crack
>The splintering of wood and crackling of branches fills the air as the tree slices its way through the canopy of the dead trees
>In a fluke the cut snaps before the tree fell fully the correct way and toppes into another tree.
>The two fall
>From the trunk of the other tree, a bed of snakes falls out
>Looking at the snakes scatter, I see something through the miasma of heat
>In the gully below, I see a group of eight men starting up at us
>I can't see at this distance through the heat mileage,b it they seem to be shaking something at us
>Wave at them and shout down that this area is unsafe and they need to turn back
>Foreman comes over to see what I'm yelling at
>I look at him and point back down
>Nothings there
>Oh
>Okay then
>Throughout the rest of the day think I see people out of the corner of my eye
>When we return to camo at the end of the day, as were eating
>Eight men, dressed in native American clothing, walk through, waving things at us and chanting in near prayer at us
>We collectively wat
>The next day a brush fire burns out of control and threatens our position, forcing us to entrench and take preparation measures
>Fucking native American woods voodoo
>Turns out the trees we cut down might have been part of a local tribes culture but no formal complaint was ever filed

So you think they cursed you? Or protected you from worse cuz they knew you were helping?

Why are so many remaining native Americans so weird?

I mean I get that their ancestors were repeatedly fucked, but I still find it strange

I dont know.
The snakes tell me it was an omen. The reason any fire ends up risking is weather, and the reason that brush fire grew out of control was winds. But those winds could have blown that fire right to use even more.
So, six of one, half dozen of the other.

Reservations are a tragic situation.