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re: UPDATE: Scariest experience of your life
Posted on 3/17/14 at 1:57 pm to GoldenDawg
Posted on 3/17/14 at 1:57 pm to GoldenDawg
Good ole night before pill thing 
That and a bicycle ride that KMTFO for several hours
That and a bicycle ride that KMTFO for several hours
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Posted on 3/17/14 at 2:39 pm to FourThreeForty
I was approached by a middle-aged pervert in a vehicle in what could have been an abduction situation as a 12 year old on a barely traveled road while walking in from deer hunting. I rejected his advance and thank god he didn't try to escalate things and drove on. I had unloaded and cased my rifle, so he could have easily grabbed me.
When I told my dad he immediately went out looking for the vehicle to kill the mo-fo and probably would have.
I was actually more scared later, than at the time. Very, very fortunate.
Posted on 3/17/14 at 3:00 pm to FourThreeForty
I've got a lot. The number of times I've tried to kill tried to kill myself (figuratively) is not something I'm proud of.
But this thread reminded of the most recent. I'm hiking in the Mark Twain national forest a couple of years ago. As usual I've left too late and gone too far and now it is dusk and I'm still a 2-3 miles from the car. Then it clouds up and gets too dark too see. And starts to rain. Temperature is in the low 40's probably heading to the high 30's and I can't see my hand in front of my face. I've got enough rain gear to be ok but I'm looking at a cold, wet miserable night in the open. So I decide to orienteer my way back. I know that the car is to the south east and there is a gravel road that I have to cross if I head that way.
So I set out and slip and fall and cross creeks and get wet and muddy and cold in the rain in the woods. Eventually I get to this tree line with a clearing beyond it and I can see a light off in the distance that I think is the light by the old church where I parked. I was expecting all these landmarks at about this time so I'm relieve, but I haven't crossed the gravel road which seems odd. Oh well only going to find out going forword. So I step to the edge of the trees and stop. Something doesn't seem right. The light is too far away, and I can't see anything in front of me at all. I mean it's very dark, all overcast, no stars anyway, but in just seems to be blacker in front of me.
For some reason (and I don't know the reason) I stop and stand there trying to decide what to do. Never once does it cross my mind that I'm in danger I'm just trying to decide if I'm lost. I just stand there for several minutes thinking about it and finally I decide I don't know where I am and going forward could just be getting farther away. I decide to turn around and circle in the dark looking for an old logging road I know is there somewhere. I stumble across it fairly quickly (finally a lucky break) and can follow it out. I'm kinda pissed because it adds another couple of miles to the hike and it's like 10 o'clock now but at least I know where I am. I break over a couple of branches to mark where I am and point where I came from because I'm really curious how lost I was. An hour later I'm at the car and go home.
The next weekend I decide to go see if I can find where I was. Good weather, bright sunshine, warm, middle of the day. I hike a couple of miles to the logging road and then go down it looking for the branches. Finally I spot them, pretty obvious and head in the direction they where pointing. Fairly quickly I come up on the tree line with the clearing. I can see an old farmhouse in the far distance. I step through the trees and in front of me is a sheer riverbluff with a 80-100' drop to rocks below. My toes are practically hanging over the edge.
But this thread reminded of the most recent. I'm hiking in the Mark Twain national forest a couple of years ago. As usual I've left too late and gone too far and now it is dusk and I'm still a 2-3 miles from the car. Then it clouds up and gets too dark too see. And starts to rain. Temperature is in the low 40's probably heading to the high 30's and I can't see my hand in front of my face. I've got enough rain gear to be ok but I'm looking at a cold, wet miserable night in the open. So I decide to orienteer my way back. I know that the car is to the south east and there is a gravel road that I have to cross if I head that way.
So I set out and slip and fall and cross creeks and get wet and muddy and cold in the rain in the woods. Eventually I get to this tree line with a clearing beyond it and I can see a light off in the distance that I think is the light by the old church where I parked. I was expecting all these landmarks at about this time so I'm relieve, but I haven't crossed the gravel road which seems odd. Oh well only going to find out going forword. So I step to the edge of the trees and stop. Something doesn't seem right. The light is too far away, and I can't see anything in front of me at all. I mean it's very dark, all overcast, no stars anyway, but in just seems to be blacker in front of me.
For some reason (and I don't know the reason) I stop and stand there trying to decide what to do. Never once does it cross my mind that I'm in danger I'm just trying to decide if I'm lost. I just stand there for several minutes thinking about it and finally I decide I don't know where I am and going forward could just be getting farther away. I decide to turn around and circle in the dark looking for an old logging road I know is there somewhere. I stumble across it fairly quickly (finally a lucky break) and can follow it out. I'm kinda pissed because it adds another couple of miles to the hike and it's like 10 o'clock now but at least I know where I am. I break over a couple of branches to mark where I am and point where I came from because I'm really curious how lost I was. An hour later I'm at the car and go home.
The next weekend I decide to go see if I can find where I was. Good weather, bright sunshine, warm, middle of the day. I hike a couple of miles to the logging road and then go down it looking for the branches. Finally I spot them, pretty obvious and head in the direction they where pointing. Fairly quickly I come up on the tree line with the clearing. I can see an old farmhouse in the far distance. I step through the trees and in front of me is a sheer riverbluff with a 80-100' drop to rocks below. My toes are practically hanging over the edge.
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