re: Scariest thing that happened to you in the woods

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TigrrrDad

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You may be the biggest baw on this board.

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Never had anything too scary besides being in a smaller kayak and a large alligator swam right by us. I went home for the day after that.

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That reminds me...


My Okefenokee Alligator Story (Highway Through The Danger Zone)-

It was a day trip from St. Mary's/Cumberland Island when my wife and I were on one of those "Last Trip Before the Baby Is Born" trips, whatever people call those. We entered the swamp from the Suwanee Canal Recreation Area access and rented one of their canoes.

We embarked on one of the "canoe trails" coming off the main canal at the park. We expected to see gators, we'd have been disappointed if we didn't see gators. And there were gators everywhere, of course. You could only get so close before they'd run away.

The canoe trail is basically about 6 feet wide, you can touch either side with your paddle, it was really skinny. Gators jumping in the water as you approach, while slightly un-nerving, was also the whole point of the trip to the swamp- nature and swamp creatures etc. We are well along the canoe trail and suddenly about 25 baby alligators all jump off the bank, but not out in front of the boat as we approached, they all jumped as we passed, literally hitting the side of the boat and croaking their baby gator distress calls.

I'm no long time swamper, but I've been told, and the park had signs to say, don't frick with any baby alligators because the mother alligator will kill you.

To make matters worse, there was a log in the way at that exact spot that we had to scrape over, making our own ruckus and splashing to get the hell out of there. We were sure the mother alligator was going to frick us up.

Fortunately, we got over that log and decided not to go back through that area. The problem was that the alleged cut-through to get back to the canal and return to the park was cut-off. We had two choices. Paddle another 5 miles, or go back through the Danger Zone. The plan was to go back the way we came, but when we got to the Danger Zone, we'd paddle as hard and fast as possible to clear the log quicker and zip by.

As we approached the Danger Zone, this is where the real fear set in. It was one thing to be happily paddling along and have a sudden fright, but a completely different kind of fear when you are knowingly inching closer and closer to the danger. There's a build-up of anxiety mixed in with the fear.

We followed the plan and started paddling like Gold Medal Olympic canoeists and built up speed, and we glided through the danger zone without issue.

Next time we're renting a jonboat.

I was about 12 and allowed to take the deer rifle and hunt alone. Im stalking some thick brush and hearing something. All of the sudden a brown streak explodes off to my left. I never actually saw the deer but he saw me and startled the hell out of my young arse

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Wow. How did you end up weighing him?

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After he beat the moose down, it allowed itself to be weighed

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So I think it was either a painter or a Sasquatch

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All the painters here are pretty harmless, unless you are a meth pipe, then they will tear your arse up.

Squatch

Squatch

Found a still - got the frick out of there before the proprietor of that still found me.

Not really in the woods but myself and a couple of my buddies were riding back roads one night just drinking. We were home one weekend from college and decided to get together. It’s late at night and we’re down this gravel road, on both sides are 2 open fields. Clear as day, there’s this woman in the middle of one of the fields just standing there with her head down. This is out in the middle of nowhere. My buddy driving missed it, so he went a little further and turned around in a turn row. We went back and she was gone, like she just vanished in thin air. It was the creepiest shite I’ve ever seen!!