“I Will Never Forget That Sound”: 30 Terrifying Things These People Experienced When Exploring The Great Outdoors
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There’s nothing more peaceful than spending some time in nature: hiking across a gorgeous mountain, camping next to a clear blue lake and waking up to the sounds of birds chirping alongside the sunrise. The scent of the great outdoors is invigorating! But no matter how well prepared you are for the elements, there will always be some inherent dangers associated with being in the wild…
Outdoorsmen on Reddit have recently been detailing terrifying encounters they’ve had in nature, so we’ve gathered some of their most unsettling stories below. We hope this list won’t deter you from going on that camping trip you've been looking forward to, but it may serve as a friendly reminder to always be aware of your surroundings when in the woods.
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Grizzly bear chasing a moose through the middle of our camp. Turns out you can fit about 10 full sized middle aged adults into a kevlar canoe in about .05 seconds.
Was hiking a medium grade trail with my then 4 year old. About 3 miles in they are tired and want me to carry them. Managed to get another half a mile down the 10 mile loop when suddenly a chill went down my back. The woods went really quiet too.
I told my kiddo I was ready to go home and we’d finish the whole loop another day. Set them on my shoulders and had my head on a swivel. I definitely broke my personal record for walking time getting out.
Found out via local Facebook group a couple days later than a mama mountain Lion and her cub had been spotted by loggers not very far from that area. I never saw a thing, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t see me. It was just a very unsettling feeling.
To hear what inspired this conversation in the first place, we reached out to Reddit user Inevitable-Print-702, who posed the question, "Outdoorsmen of Reddit, what’s your most terrifying encounter in the woods?" Lucky for us, he was happy to have a chat with Bored Panda.
"I started this conversation because nature can be both amazing and frightening. I wanted to hear what other people had to say about some of their most frightening experiences in nature," the OP shared.
I was packing supplies into a shelter on the Long Trail. I was ten or eleven. I got 10 bucks for it each time I did it. I am coming back out and I hear a dog barking. I think
"cool. Someone is hiking with their dog.'
Then I hear another dog bark and another and another until there were about 20 different voices and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck go stiff. They could not have been much more than a couple hundred yards away.
I knew there was no way to avoid or outrun them so I climbed the hearest pine tree I could get to. I was up about 20 feet when this pack of wild dogs arrived and proceeded to circle the tree, occasionally following my scent up the tree trunk. Then they decided to try and wait me out (?). Only one person knew I was packing in and he wasn't going to be home until 10:30 at night.
So we waited.
All I had was a buck knife and a wrist rocket.
So I made the wait as painful as possible. When I ran out of rocks, I used pine cones. Small green ones. I may have peed on them a few times too.
It was dark when they decided to leave.
I walked home after collecting a handful of stones.
Met my dad on the road going home.
NEVER so glad to crawl into bed.
Had a truck pull into my deserted primitive camping area on national forest land around 2 AM and stop right next to my tent. Now, in context, I was camping alone, this was a designated camping area, and I was the farthest back from the road, a good 200 feet. I had no fire going. Still visible from the road, though. Anyone just wanting to turn around could have done so right at the front. Around 2 AM, this truck comes in, drives all the way back to my tent, and stops right next to it, just sitting there. I could tell the type of vehicle by the silhouette its headlights cast through my tent. There was absolutely NO legitimate reason for anyone to do that.
So I'm there, in my small A-frame tent which I'd made the bad judgement of setting up with its door towards the road (thus providing me no cover to exit), and all I can do is sit there in my tent with my AR15 at the ready, freezing my butt off in 39 degree weather because I had to crawl out of my sleeping bag and was just in my underwear, knowing if they mean harm and there's more than one person I'm almost certainly dead because I'm a sitting duck. Note: I had the AR15 in the tent with me because it was bear country. Fortunately for me, they probably decided there wasn't anything worth stealing and left after a few minutes without getting out of their vehicle. All my valuable stuff was locked up in my SUV and all I had visible was some cookware and a small camp stove.
I learned a few things from that. One, get a bigger tent that I can more easily move around in and it's quicker to get out of, and two, always set your tent up with the door facing away from the road to provide some degree of concealment if you need to exit.
Remember, folks: not all predators walk on four legs. Some walk on two.
We were also curious how often Inevitable-Print-702 goes venturing into the wild. "I don’t know if I would consider myself an outdoorsman because I don’t get out in nature as much as I would like to because of where I live," he shared. "But when I do get the chance, I definitely enjoy it!"
And he still has some scary stories to tell. "The most frightening experience for me was when I was walking on a trail and ended up reaching this one path that had about 50-60 banana spiders all bigger than my hands," he told Bored Panda. "Having to duck and avoid them was enough to make my hairs stand up!"
Had an over-curious bear climb up the tree I was in during a hunt and man I almost jumped out of the tree. He just wanted to say hi but s**t yo I definitely was scared to death
Imagine trying to make friends and everybody acting as if you wanted to eat them... - I'll leave the jokes for another
I got a couple that all vie for top place. This is one of my favorites to tell...Now.
Some of you may remember that back in 2014 a man named Eric Frein ambushed two Pennsylvania State Troopers, killing one, before fleeing into the woods, armed and intent to cause trouble, and beginning an almost 50 day manhunt in the wet forests of eastern Pennsylvania.
That part of Pennsylvania is beautiful but treacherous land. It's rolling, gentle hills with thickets of scrub and hidden bogs. There are a million swamps to traverse, and some of those hills are secretly just piles of shale waiting to slide out from your feet. The tree cover is dense, and you cannot walk a straight line for fifty feet. Mr. Frein knew this land well, you see, and it's why he dodged a massive manhunt for about six weeks, often teasing the trackers and their dogs. He laid traps, stored weapon caches, and generally relived Rambo: First Blood but with way less fighting.
I was working as a wetland scientist scouting out a proposed path for a natural gas pipeline through that land...in the middle of the manhunt. In the very same forests Mr. Frein hid in. So we were in the woods being stopped by search teams, buzzed by helicopters, and, in all likelihood, crossing old trails laid by Mr. Frein himself. When the pipe bomb traps hit the news, I spent every moment scanning the forest floor for tripwires. It was a frightening experience at odds with that land in early autumn: the bushes in the swamp started to turn firery red while the leaves went orange and yellow. The air is crisp and there's enough green for it to stand out. Everything is covered in a light mist in the morning that burns off by lunchtime, and the sun is clear and warm. There is nothing so off putting as standing in radiant beauty believing you are in absolute peril.
The OP also says that it's possible for some people to have less frightening experiences than others in the woods, as "there’s always going to be some people who get luckier and have a more pleasant time."
"However, I do think there is always an inherent danger when going out in nature," he added. "After all, you’re entering something's home, so it is important to be safe."
When I was like 14 I was hunting deer with my dad and heard a weird sizzle. I heard 2 more and my dad screamed at me to get down. It was the sound of another hunter shooting in our direction. He hadn't seen us despite the orange. I will never forget that sound. It's a very different experience being on the other end of the bullet.
When i was 10 or 11, I was sitting at the top of a burm alone overlooking a beautiful valley, I must have sat there for a few minutes in the tall grass soaking it up, I panned my head to the left slowly and roughly 75 meters away, I could see the ears, eyes and snout of a cougar sitting in the grass, looking right back at me. I darted back to safety as fast as I could, but when I got there I realized that the cougar didn't give chase, it must have just been soaking up the scenery as well.
Inevitable-Print-702 shared that he found the responses to his post fascinating. "I didn’t expect the conversation to take off like it did, but seeing everyone’s stories and responses was very intriguing. It was awesome to hear the stories, but it further reaffirmed my belief that you must remain vigilant when going into nature."
"I think it was interesting that most of the frightening responses included other people," he continued. "For example, a lot of the stories included random strange men just wandering. Also, one that stuck out was someone saying they saw a severed ear on a trail. That definitely fits the description of a frightening experience in the outdoors."
Walking from the dam to my house. Stumbled onto a litter of wild pigs and momma was not impressed. Chased me for about 2kilometers through the trees and waited at the bottom of one that I climbed for over an hour.
Man I don't even go out that often but the one time I do I found a severed ear on a hiking path
Finally, the OP added that "outdoors can be both amazing and scary. I believe that everyone should experience nature and it’s beauty, but they should also remember to be safe."
Enjoy reading through these stories, pandas, and then if you're interested in checking out another Bored Panda list discussing terrifying things people have witnessed in real life, look no further than right here!
My dad was a professional land surveyor and I would work for him on weekends or during the summer. We were doing some work in a large conservation area, and had parked the truck in a wide path that was supposed to be only open to environmental police and such, but there was obviously illegal dumping.
We were going back to the truck for lunch, and when we stepped out onto the path near the truck, it was surrounded by at least half a dozen bikers who had broken the driver side window and thrown all the gear out looking for stuff to steal.
We were about 50' ft from them, and it felt like hours of silence when one of them said to the others "he saw us, they can identify us....".
I was 11 or 12, I don't really remember, but I was old enough to know what he was insinuating. My dad stepped in front of me, made a gesture with his hand that was holding his machete (a common tool for land surveyors), and said "we didn't see anything, we're just working".
Now, I know for a fact my dad was capable of hurting people (even his own kids) and he could f****n SCRAP. After a loooong pause, they backed away, got on their bikes and left.
My dad had us pack up only the important/expensive gear - stakes and property bounds stayed - and drove us out of there in the other direction. I've never seen him be that reckless with a truck, before or after. With we got to a nearby convenience store my body and mind completely drained of adrenaline and I f*****g lost it. I couldn't even stand. I couldn't believe those people were going to f****n kill us just because we caught them breaking into our car, but they absolutely were.
My dad was a s**t person, he was abusive and mentally ill. But there were a few times he showed he didn't hate me, and that was one of them.
Partner and I set off for a weekend camping trip in the Rocky Mountains after work on a Friday. Late start, so we didn’t get to the road we were looking to camp off of until late. It was getting dark, we found a cleared area, parked my Jeep and hastily set up our 2.5 person tent, threw in our sleeping arrangements and dog, and hopped in the tent for the night.
We were playing a board game sitting cross legged around 9p when something swiped at the back of my head through the tent wall. We panicked a bit, used remote start on the car to scare whatever it was off. I tried to convince myself and my partner that it was a falling stick. There was no wind and we were in a clearing.
The next morning we came to discover that we were about 10 feet from a half eaten deer in a mountain lion’s pantry.
I got pet on the head by a mountain lion. Mind you I’m well above average height and this kitty was taller than me sitting down!
One time, my partner were camped in our van on the side of PCH in Malibu. A cop came and said that they don't allow overnight parking there anymore. But he recommended a spot down a winding canyon road where, if you look carefully, you'll see a hidden place to pull off. We found it. In the middle of the night, we heard a huge *thud-thunk!* on the roof of our van. I told M that if either of us had to pee for the rest of the night, it would have to be in an empty Gatorade bottle. The next morning, we found huge mountain lion paw prints in the dust on our roof.
Hiking in Australia I stepped on a common brown snake. Felt something squishy under foot and bolted like a m**********r. If the snake had decided to strike would have been a 30 minute countdown.
Slipped and tumbled backwards head over heels down a rock face. There was about a twenty foot drop after that but I got wedged in between a tree and the rock face. Ended up walking away with just a couple bruises.
Another time in the Sierra Nevadas I fell through a hole that was covered in snow. My rifle stopped me from falling straight through and I yelled for help. When I was getting pulled out all I saw was a black hole beneath me that covered in snow again. No idea how deep it was or if anyone would have heard me if I just poofed through the snow into a crevasse.
You used at least 2 of your 9 lives, cat, reveal yourself
I had to "clear the perimeter" when i was in the army out bush on training exercise. Was my turn that one sunny morning. Had to clear a bit further this time. Into the dry creek bed. Crawled under some scrub and looked up. Was surrounded by a s**t load of orb spiders who had webbed the entire area in the creek bed. I slowly crawled backwards and reported it clear.
The corporal thought i was taking the p**s because i was quick. He went himself and confirmed no enemies. Agreed with me that the creek bed was indeed "f****d"
I've told this story before, but when I was a kid there was a creek in the woods near my Grandparent's house that I would hike to and play in. One day I climbed the berm next to the creek and saw a woman with long black hair wearing a white dress just kneeling over the water and staring into it. I hid behind the berm and just watched for a minute. Right as I was about to turn around and leave she suddenly stood up and screamed. Not a "Trying to scare this kid" scream, but more like a "Uh oh, I'm currently being burned alive" scream.
In response I promptly s**t my pants and booked it back to my Grandparent's house. According to people on reddit I saw "La Llarona," a ghost of a woman who lost her kids to drowning or something. I think it's much more likely that it was a crackhead living in the middle of the woods somewhere (those woods were notorious for being home to a few drug labs and popular body dumping sites.)
Paranormal or not, still scared the s**t out of me and I never went to that creek alone again.
This instantly reminds me of a friend whose mother was an alcoholic. She once told me about her massive frustration when her mother was still alive and said "I don't know how often I ran to the forest near our house and just screamed at the trees because I didn't know what else to do." :(
I was all dressed up in a ghillie photographing bee-eaters and then some little boar piglets start getting near me sniffing at me. 10 seconds later I hear a very loud noise and the mom was running towards me. I left there my camera and climbed the nearby tree faster than a monkey. I stayed up there like an airborne turd half afternoon.
Fishing in Belle River, Louisiana with my cousin.
Heard a “plop”.
A Water Moccasin (Cottonmouth) fell off a tree limb right into the boat. Luckily my cousin grabbed a boat paddle and a well aimed slap shot sent it into the water. That just pissed it off so it stuck up out the water about a foot and started towards the boat, so we decided to find a different fishing spot.
I assume it fell out the tree but I wouldn’t be surprised if it did it on purpose because those particular snakes are a******s.
Bullets whizzing over my head. Some smooth brains were target shooting in the middle of an established hiking trail. Wasn't a one off experience either!
How to tell me you've been hiking in France without telling me you've been hiking in France.
The woods in Sweden is not exatly known for dangerous animals. Sure there are brown bears, lynxes, elks and boars, but nothing realy to be affraid of especiall not near urban areas.
So I was out in the forest looking for mushrooms when suddenly all of my field of view was filled with something black screaming like a deamon from hell.
Turn out a western capercaillie (fairly big bird) was hiding under bush near the path, and got scared an flew away when i got to close.
I was hiking alone in Northern Italy, although I knew severe thunderstorms were forecast for the afternoon. I figured I could get up and down the mountain (Grigna Meridionale) before 1pm and wait out the storms in the bar by my campsite. Instead, I got caught out in the open, thunder and lightning all around me, and I had to cling to a shrub while what I am sure was a weak tornado passed overhead.
The wind became deafening, the trees and shrubs all bent one way towards the ground, then after about 10 seconds they turned and bent the other way towards the ground, all while I was holding on for dear life getting totally soaked by the horizontal rain.
There was a major tornado that day in Bergamo from the same setup, so it's not impossible that I had been caught in a spinup. 100% thought I was going to die.
A grown man taking a s**t, when I was maybe 8-9. He was squatting in the trees off the trail, dressed in business casual. We made eye contact, he looked absolutely terrified, and I turned and started walking away. For some reason, he said, "Wait!"
I did not wait and took off running.
He might've been some kind of pervert with a sinister post-dump plan, but I think he just panicked and probably didn't know why he said that. I like to imagine him fleeing through the woods, watching for the police and thinking, "why the hell did I tell him to wait???"
1. Shot a buck with my bow right at last light. Fell within sight and immediately a pack of coyotes started howling. I’m not really scared of yotes so I got down and guarded my deer while someone else went to get a fourwheeler. I figured they’d keep their distance, but they ended up howling and circling me close enough that I could see their shadows in the dark for a good 45 minutes until the fourwheeler arrived. They probably weren’t more than 20 feet from me at times.
2. Had a bear climb up into my treestand with me. Came within 2 or 3 inches of boots and started sniffing them. He wasn’t scared of me at all, but eventually he got down and walked away. Met him in the dark on my way out too.
Face to face with a cougar while making my way to the deer stand. I had to check my drawers afterwards.
I was on a month-long canoeing trip though the sub-arctic tundra. I was looking for a good place to set up my tent, I hadn't realized I had just accidently stumbled within 10 meters or so of a massive Caribou bull and two cows
We all just stared at each other for a minute or so, then they ran off.
We were on a two family camping trip and one by one everyone was coming down with a stomach flu. It didn't get to me until the last day we were there. We were out shooting at targets when it hit me. Hard. Obviously no bathroom where we were so had to make due with a log. Floodgates opened and diarrhea everywhere. Then I felt a sharp pain in my leg. Then another one. I stood up, and realized I'd sat on a log with a wasp's nest in it. Got stung 5-6 times in addition to having the runs and later throwing up too.
Were you dressed in business casual and did you see a boy who ran away from you while you were taking a dump?
Watched a 400 lb 6ft. Grizzly walk past me about 12 ft away. Scratched his a*s on a tree for 10 seconds and walked off. Also lived in Yosemite saw bears coyotes and mountain lions a bunch.
Years ago, I was digging for rose quartz on Sand Mountain in NE Alabama, on the back of a friends heavily wooded property next to a large creek when I heard the unmistakeable growl\roar of a bear. It sounded like David Attenborough was about to start narrating. It also sounded CLOSE. My bowels liquified, I went into fight or flight mode and picked fleeing for obvious reasons. Raced up the back of his very steep property in record time and told him about it. He casually goes, "Yeah, saw a black bear and cubs playing down by the creek twice this past week."
I one time got attacked by a Turkey when me and my buddies were in the woods playing barbarians.
We had make shift weapons (rocks taped to sticks and spears and stuff)
Well we were making pretend we were fighting other people (maybe 10 years old)
And all the sudden in the bushes comes out a Turkey. Masssssive Turkey.
It started flying at us with its talons toward us.
Petrified we ran as fast as we could but it kept like half flying and getting next to us.
One of my buddies was pinned behind a tree/ rock and the Turkey was closing on him.
We decided to attack it for real.
Smashed it as hard as we could in the neck and head with our spears and rock sticks, it did absolutely nothing.
It pissed it off far more. My buddy got out from behind the rock and tree blocking him from us and we ran like the wind.
The sounds the Turkey made as it chased us still haunts me.
Once we got to a backyard luckily a dog started barking at the Turkey and it turned around.
Must have had babies or something it was protecting. We were just lucky it wasn’t in a big pack of turkeys…
Now I appreciate thanksgiving much more so than before.
There was this trail I followed regularly from a bus stop a few miles through fairly remote forrests on the way to a cabin. It was a nice secluded hike. Not particularly difficult - just nice.
Well, this one time I followed the trail just about a week after I did it last time. I knew it well and could easily navigate it in the middle of the night.
Well, this time an entire f*****g MOOSE skeleton is right there on the path, in the middle of nowhere. It is just white bonesband nothing else.
It was freaky as hell because it hadn’t been there like 10 days earlier. That big fuucker had somehow ended up there. Did it die and decompose that quickly? Did somebody/ something move it there?
I have got exactly no idea how that thing ended up there and it still kind if freaks me out.
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Doing geologic mapping. Mountain building area, lots of fractured rock, fault lines, a little technical climbing. Ankle breaker territory, and I had already broken one and was hiking/climbing in a splint. Mid June, hot, and snakes are active. We averaged 8 Western Diamondback encounters a day. Got pretty blase about it. Hear it start to rattle, stop moving until you locate it, detour around. Fine. So, we are crossing a fractured section with a bunch of vertical crevasses splitting it, some inches wide, some feet wide, but you could step over or jump across all the gaps at some point. So, I step over a six inch split, hear the rattle start. Everyone stops moving and looks around. Can't spot the thing even though it is loud and close. Finally dawns on me, and I look down. There is a six foot rattler on a little shelf in the shade, in the crevice, right between my feet. You can jump ten feet from a standing start on a broken ankle with the right motivation!
Just before dawn, I was awoken from a deep sleep by my girlfriend in the wilderness of Canada (I had canoed and portaged for 8 hrs. the previous day and was exhausted). I started to speak and she shushed me and said, "listen". By then I had one eye open when she whispered, "there's a bear. licking. our. pots.". I was a little confused, since I thought I'd tied everything up in a tree, but, I did hear a soft, ... slurp ... slurp ... slurp. I was able to open both of my eyes by now and I looked at her and said, "those are little waves hitting the canoe". She was very relieved! When I asked, "how long were you listening"? ... Oh, about twenty minutes, I didn't want to wake you.
My first night at my grandparents' cabin in the woods of Maine, I thought I heard a woman being [unalived] across the lake. I had just never heard the call of a Loon before.
When my friends and I were fresh out of high school, we decided to make a paranormal investigation Youtube channel. One of our videos was gonna be us spending the night camping in a stretch of woods just outside a local park that everyone said was haunted. Turns out it wasn't haunted, there was just a very large and very unstable man living "off the grid" in a run down trailer. Guy chased us out of the woods while waving a shotgun and screaming that we were probably secret government spies coming to take him away. All of the "haunted" noises and sights people had reported in there were just this one crazy guy.
In high school, one time my friends and I went hiking in the woods to smoke a joint. We found this really cool tree at the top of a hill/mountain, which eventually became known as "The 4:20 Tree" since we would revisit it often. We even buried a makeshift time capsule there, which contained random things and a joint/matches for any of us to use if we ever came back to it as adults lol. Well, one time I was there with a couple friends, and we started hearing what I can only guess was a pan flute (or some other flute/wind instrument) coming from down the back of the hill/mountain. We followed the sound to a stream, which led to a cave. The music had faded to silence before we saw the cave, and we were all kinda freaked out and quickly headed back out of the woods to the car. I still think about it sometimes, wondering if it was real or if we were just reeeeeeally high and had some kind of shared hallucination, but I'm 99% sure it was real. We never did go in that cave.
My sister and I took my son (2yr) and her son 3(yr) on a small trail behind our subdivision. About 10 minutes into the trail, I almost tripped over a deceased person. Apparently it was a drug deal gone bad from the night before. Never have I ran so fast with 2 kids in my arms.
Not really wilderness but: I went exploring with me camera through a local woods. Adjacent to these woods were a set of train tracks that I knew about. I decided to be an idiot teenager for a moment and I found a small hole in the fence. I squeezed my a*s through the hole (scrapping my limbs in the process). I stepped between the tracks and looked around. As I grabbed my camera, I saw a light in the distance. I raised my camera and took a photo. I didn't think about what they light was, until I heard the tracks shaking. I practically shìť myself, as I realized that I was about 45 seconds from being turned into red mulch. I quickly scrambled away and waited for my heart to come back to an average speed. I have learned one thing from the experience: don't go on the train tracks at 3:00 PM.
I have survived with surprisingly few problems in nature. Perhaps the worst was when I was picking blueberries and mushrooms. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my hand, then in my neck and face, and I realized that I had stepped too close to the nest of ground wasps. I've never run so fast in my life. Although I'm not allergic, I got many wasp stings on my face and neck. It was a twenty minute walk back to the car and a forty five minute drive back to civilization. Made me think a little about my own mortality. While swimming I encountered a snake but I stayed as still as I could and the snake just swam past me.
My buddies and I were playing Pokémon Go in a park here. Was walking, trailing behind my buddies, playing on my phone, when my entire brain and nervous system shouted at me "LOOK UP". As soon as my eyes came off my phone, there was a massive female black widow on a plastic kid's basketball hoop setup. I immediately stopped about 2 feet away and got in a big circle around it. When I felt safe, I looked at it. The girl must have been around 5 inches long, not including the whole of the legs. I was lucky, because I had my flip-flops on. My buddy actually made a Snapchat on it. "My friend almost DIED tonight. Look at this f****r! It's massive!" Then it twitched she gave a startled squeal, and that was the end of that video lol the thing was absolutely beautiful though. Textbook example of it, bright red hourglass and everything.
If you 'Google', "size of black widow spider", the answer is 1/2 inch (12mm).
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I was at a cabin when I was about 7 and was walking up a steep hill, looking down so i wouldn’t trip. When I got to the top, I looked up and there was a massive moose so close I almost could have reached out to touch it. I backed away slowly then ran fast once I could. From the safety of the porch, I watched her baby join her not 10 minutes later.
My worst issue in nature was last summer when my co and I were sitting on a low rock wall to get some shade while we waved in cars. We both hear a loud buzzing and think it’s a very loud cicada. Turned around and nope, it’s a timber rattlesnake about five inches away from our butts.
Doing geologic mapping. Mountain building area, lots of fractured rock, fault lines, a little technical climbing. Ankle breaker territory, and I had already broken one and was hiking/climbing in a splint. Mid June, hot, and snakes are active. We averaged 8 Western Diamondback encounters a day. Got pretty blase about it. Hear it start to rattle, stop moving until you locate it, detour around. Fine. So, we are crossing a fractured section with a bunch of vertical crevasses splitting it, some inches wide, some feet wide, but you could step over or jump across all the gaps at some point. So, I step over a six inch split, hear the rattle start. Everyone stops moving and looks around. Can't spot the thing even though it is loud and close. Finally dawns on me, and I look down. There is a six foot rattler on a little shelf in the shade, in the crevice, right between my feet. You can jump ten feet from a standing start on a broken ankle with the right motivation!
Just before dawn, I was awoken from a deep sleep by my girlfriend in the wilderness of Canada (I had canoed and portaged for 8 hrs. the previous day and was exhausted). I started to speak and she shushed me and said, "listen". By then I had one eye open when she whispered, "there's a bear. licking. our. pots.". I was a little confused, since I thought I'd tied everything up in a tree, but, I did hear a soft, ... slurp ... slurp ... slurp. I was able to open both of my eyes by now and I looked at her and said, "those are little waves hitting the canoe". She was very relieved! When I asked, "how long were you listening"? ... Oh, about twenty minutes, I didn't want to wake you.
My first night at my grandparents' cabin in the woods of Maine, I thought I heard a woman being [unalived] across the lake. I had just never heard the call of a Loon before.
When my friends and I were fresh out of high school, we decided to make a paranormal investigation Youtube channel. One of our videos was gonna be us spending the night camping in a stretch of woods just outside a local park that everyone said was haunted. Turns out it wasn't haunted, there was just a very large and very unstable man living "off the grid" in a run down trailer. Guy chased us out of the woods while waving a shotgun and screaming that we were probably secret government spies coming to take him away. All of the "haunted" noises and sights people had reported in there were just this one crazy guy.
In high school, one time my friends and I went hiking in the woods to smoke a joint. We found this really cool tree at the top of a hill/mountain, which eventually became known as "The 4:20 Tree" since we would revisit it often. We even buried a makeshift time capsule there, which contained random things and a joint/matches for any of us to use if we ever came back to it as adults lol. Well, one time I was there with a couple friends, and we started hearing what I can only guess was a pan flute (or some other flute/wind instrument) coming from down the back of the hill/mountain. We followed the sound to a stream, which led to a cave. The music had faded to silence before we saw the cave, and we were all kinda freaked out and quickly headed back out of the woods to the car. I still think about it sometimes, wondering if it was real or if we were just reeeeeeally high and had some kind of shared hallucination, but I'm 99% sure it was real. We never did go in that cave.
My sister and I took my son (2yr) and her son 3(yr) on a small trail behind our subdivision. About 10 minutes into the trail, I almost tripped over a deceased person. Apparently it was a drug deal gone bad from the night before. Never have I ran so fast with 2 kids in my arms.
Not really wilderness but: I went exploring with me camera through a local woods. Adjacent to these woods were a set of train tracks that I knew about. I decided to be an idiot teenager for a moment and I found a small hole in the fence. I squeezed my a*s through the hole (scrapping my limbs in the process). I stepped between the tracks and looked around. As I grabbed my camera, I saw a light in the distance. I raised my camera and took a photo. I didn't think about what they light was, until I heard the tracks shaking. I practically shìť myself, as I realized that I was about 45 seconds from being turned into red mulch. I quickly scrambled away and waited for my heart to come back to an average speed. I have learned one thing from the experience: don't go on the train tracks at 3:00 PM.
I have survived with surprisingly few problems in nature. Perhaps the worst was when I was picking blueberries and mushrooms. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my hand, then in my neck and face, and I realized that I had stepped too close to the nest of ground wasps. I've never run so fast in my life. Although I'm not allergic, I got many wasp stings on my face and neck. It was a twenty minute walk back to the car and a forty five minute drive back to civilization. Made me think a little about my own mortality. While swimming I encountered a snake but I stayed as still as I could and the snake just swam past me.
My buddies and I were playing Pokémon Go in a park here. Was walking, trailing behind my buddies, playing on my phone, when my entire brain and nervous system shouted at me "LOOK UP". As soon as my eyes came off my phone, there was a massive female black widow on a plastic kid's basketball hoop setup. I immediately stopped about 2 feet away and got in a big circle around it. When I felt safe, I looked at it. The girl must have been around 5 inches long, not including the whole of the legs. I was lucky, because I had my flip-flops on. My buddy actually made a Snapchat on it. "My friend almost DIED tonight. Look at this f****r! It's massive!" Then it twitched she gave a startled squeal, and that was the end of that video lol the thing was absolutely beautiful though. Textbook example of it, bright red hourglass and everything.
If you 'Google', "size of black widow spider", the answer is 1/2 inch (12mm).
Load More Replies... I was at a cabin when I was about 7 and was walking up a steep hill, looking down so i wouldn’t trip. When I got to the top, I looked up and there was a massive moose so close I almost could have reached out to touch it. I backed away slowly then ran fast once I could. From the safety of the porch, I watched her baby join her not 10 minutes later.
My worst issue in nature was last summer when my co and I were sitting on a low rock wall to get some shade while we waved in cars. We both hear a loud buzzing and think it’s a very loud cicada. Turned around and nope, it’s a timber rattlesnake about five inches away from our butts.
