Supernatural experience

[Bonebuster]

Stik&string...thanks for sharing your story.

Here`s a "tip of the hat" to your dad.  

[highpoint forge]

These are great stories.
 
Whump, I have never carried a light for navigation and was trained not to by my ex SF scoutmaster, (although a light to dig in your possibles bag is necessary in a double bull or box blind while getting set up, rather than fumbling around making noise).

Oddly enough the footfalls thing has occurred to me, but it turned out to be a squirrel jumping along in the leaves! I'm certain we amplify sounds into monsters when we are hunting and our senses are turned up to "10"....If you think about it, everyday living probably has them set at about "2". If I get paranoid walking alone in the dark in the field I play a game with myself where I become the predator slinking along, with a hand on my knife or an arrow in my hand. My mentality changes to "try and come and get me.." Works every time in dark woods and boosts confidence.

I will add that I was, however, scared sh_tless one time, while waiting for my fatherinlaw to come get me after dark. I was gun hunting in Eagle Pass, Texas in the mid 90s (we had a HUGE lease down there) and finished the evening hunt, so I stepped out of my blind to wait for the pick-up. Back then I was a little leery of just how wild it is with all the lions and critters in S.TX running around. He's late, of course. It's getting cold. And dark. So my mind starts playing tricks on me and I'm in a hardwoods bottom and every dang twig is a ghost or lion advancing ever so slightly towards me. I chamber a round to calm myself.

Just then I hear the LOUDEST cat scream I have EVER heard. Like a catfight scream. Long and rising in tone. Louder than I could have imagined the maddest kitty cat on Earth could scream. I just about freaked and started to climb a tree. I realized it was a bobcat! Actually I hope it was a bobcat otherwise it was a lion! After the adrenaline subsided a bit I took a defensive posture, ditched the tree idea and scanned for killer kitties; I had my 270...........then heard the truck. SAVED!

Scared the crap out of me.

[Bill Shepard]

The most profound "supernatural" experience I ever had was in 1998, in the middle of the day, on a busy street.  

At that time, I was working as a police officer, in a small city, south of Seattle. The city was small to the point I was the only officer on duty during the day.  

I pulled a pickup truck over for a traffic violation, which was occupied by a male and female. I contacted the male driver, who told me he forgot his driver's license, but told me his name and date of birth.  

I went back to my car and ran his name through dispatch, who told me there was no record of that name.  I started to walk back to his truck when he stuck his head out of the driver's window and said, "I forgot to tell you my license is out of Montana."  So, I went back to my car and ran it again, with the same response, "No record, that name."  

As I was sitting in my patrol car, I noticed the male never pulled his head back into the vehicle. He just rested his chin on the door while still looking back in my direction.  I also became aware that the female passenger had never moved her head from staring straight forward. She would occasionally put a french fry in her mouth, but she never broke her gaze from straight ahead.  

I started to get back out of my car when I heard a man's voice come from the passenger side of my vehicle say, in a calm, matter of fact tone, "He has a gun, get ready and call him out."  

The voice startled me and I snapped my head to the side to see who was talking, but nobody was there. At that moment I saw another officer, from my department, driving toward me.  He had been in court and was on his way home when he had a feeling I might need help on my traffic stop.  

We called the driver out of the vehicle and I placed him under arrest.  My partner transported him back to the police station, so we could fingerprint him and possibly learn his identity.  

I walked up to his pickup and pulled the driver's door open.  There, on the floorboard, was a .38 caliber revolver which had been partly pulled out of the holster.  Evidently, while he had his chin on the door, he was reaching under the seat for the revolver.  The female passenger was shaking and she told me, "He was going to kill you and I was too scared to say anything."

We were able to identify him as a fugitive from Montana who was wanted for several, violent, felonies.  He was extradited back to Montana and sentenced to 19 years in prison.

I thank God ever day for my life and his presence in it. I don't question where the voice came from and I allow myself to be receptive to Him whenever he feels the need to guide me through my duties.  I still have 12 years to retirement and I'm working for a much larger city now.

I will never forget the one time where I was important enough for God to talk to me personally.

Keep the stories coming.  You are all doing great jobs with sharing your experiences.

[MikeW]

My Dad is sick and dying of cancer. I get a phone call one night from my Aunt saying I need to fly out tonight and come see him he because is not going to make it. I jump on the next plane leaving my city(which was a few hours after that phone call)and I make it to the hospital and he dies about an hour after I get there. My kids(6)think I left for a job. This is normal at my house as I am always leaving with a last minute notice for work. I never told any of my children their Grandfather was sick and neither did my wife.

So anyway I call and tell my wife he has passed away and we agree not say anything to the children till I come home,at which time we will do it together.
I come home the next day and because it's so late at night my wife and I decide to tell them in the morning. I wake up early about an hour before my daughter.(she is a twin and about 7 at the time.) Am drinking my coffee when she gets up and asks me where Grandpa is at. My wife wasn't up yet or the other kids and I didn't want to deal with it till the whole family was up so I asked her what she was talking about. She told me Grandpa was in her room last night sitting on her bed talking to her and he told her he would always be with her and be watching out for her and that he loved her.
I told her Grandpa was at his house and he was not here last night.
She didn't believe me and thought I was teasing her. She went looking all over the house for him calling his name and then came back and bugged me when she couldn't find him about where he was at. About an hour later her twin brother got up and gave me the same routine all most word for word. There is no way my kids could have known that my Dad was dead or sick unless my wife lied to me and told them. If she did I would be able to tell by my children's behavior and actions.
Nothing abnormal like this happened with the other 4 kids just these two.

[TheFatboy]

Bill, you know what they say about a sixth sense...

Mike, I have no doubt that your children were telling the truth. My guess would be that they had a dream, one of those where you are half awake and half asleep. We are all bonded. Though they did not know that their grandpa was no longer there, they "knew".

[Bill Tell]

I was pheasant hunting with my female springer who was a pup at the time.  We had been going all day and hadn't seen a bird.  Not even a hen had gotten up.  I was really wanting a bird so I could have the wings to do some training back home with my new pup.  So I said a little prayer.  

Dear God, I would really like to get a pheasant.  All I would need is one.  If I were to have just one it would give me the wings to use for my dog.  Thank you for what you provide. Amen.

So the end of shooting time came to past and I was a little down.  Hannah my pup was just looking up at me all happy from the day's fun.  As I was putting my gun away a truck pulled up and two guys got out.
 "Hows hunting"?
 "Oh not good", I say "but had fun with my pup however".  "The land sure is pretty and the day was nice".  
"Hey, we got a few... I bet you would like one for you pup there.  Here take this one home so you have some wings for her."  "Take care and have a good day".

Thanks God.  Kinda thought I would do the shooting but this works just fine.

[The Whittler]

Hey Kill Shot, you sure started a good post. Everyone seems to be enjoying it, myself included lol. Thanks

[kill shot]

The Whittler, Thank-you.Us tradgangers love adventure. All of these stories are part of someones adventure.

[SlowBowinMO]

When I was about 14 we were traveling in our family's RV (a converted Chevy step van) on a 2 lane 2 way highway in South Dakota.  It was a dark, seemingly endless and empty stretch of road.  Back in those days CB's were cool and lots of people had them, including us.  Suddenly the CB, which had been silent for some time, came to life.  A man's voice said loud and clear "Hey, watch out for the cow in the road at mile marker 63!"  My dad was driving of course, so he grabbed the CB mic and said "What?  Where was that cow in the road?"  The voice came back clear as a bell and said "Mile marker 63!"  Dad leaned over and peered ahead, sure enough there was a mile marker coming up, and it was 63!  He slowed down immediately and almost instantly we could see the large cow standing crossways in the oncoming lane of traffic.  We swerved to the right shoulder and an oncoming vehicle took our lane.  Unfortunately a pick-up behind that oncoming vehicle had no warning and slammed into the cow, resulting in a serious crash (as you might imagine hitting a cow full on at highway speed is not good).

Here's the supernatural part.  The next day I was messing around with the CB in the campground, and our CB in the RV would not transmit to our handheld even a few feet away.  Just weak static was all it would generate when you tried to transmit.  Then we remembered a little incident we'd had several days before, the magnetic antenna had gotten knocked of and dragged by accident.  We'd didn't realize it at the time, but the CB had apperently gotten partially broken as a result.  It would receive transmissions just fine but wouldn't transmit at all.

So we received a second clear warning when my dad asked for it, on a broken CB.  To this day I believe the Lord chose to use the CB to warn us of danger.  Broken CB's aren't much of a problem for He who holds the stars in His hand, and called them into being.    

[Bonecracker]

This strange event occured to me on a September elk hunt in Colorado in 2009. We had a nice cabin for sleeping and another cabin as a cook house which made for some very comfortable camping. The two guys who joined me on the hunt snored so badly that it made it very difficult for me sleep at night! After 2 days of no sleep I put a cot in the back of my truck along with my down sleeping bag and finally I was able to get some quality sleep! The tempature at night was in the low 40's and not a cloud in the sky so it made for great sleeping conditions.

One night I woke up around 2:30am for some reason and could not go back to sleep so I enjoyed the light show as they say. All the stars were very intoxicating to look at accompanied by the  Milky Way and the occasional shooting star! Then I noticed some strange red lights that were occasinally blinking way far off on the horizion. The lights were moving slowly toward me and not a sound was heard during the whole 5-6 min it took them to get almost staight over head. It was easy to follow them as the red lights were diamond shaped and being flown on a consistent flight path. To be honest with you, I really thought it was an airplane!  Then the lights went out for some reason! I searched the sky for the red lights that occasionally blinked, nothing!! I guess for about 60 seconds the skys were clear and not a sound was heard.  Then the red lights appeared again but they had moved considerabily across the sky (3/4 times to distance) in that very short period of time  (60-seconds).  Another strange fact, as soon as I saw the lights again, I could hear a loud roaring sound in the distance.  Then as soon as they appeared, it went all quiet again! That was no airplane!        

[J.Williams]

When I was a kid I always came home from school to an empty house.It was a ranch style house where you walked thru the front door and up a half dozen steps and the hallway went to the right.One time,when I was about 15,I went to unlock the door and I heard someone run down the hallway.After a couple minutes I worked up the courage to enter the house and crept down the hallway in stealth mode checking any place someone could hide.Closets,under beds etc. and found nothing.I grew up in that house and know what it sounds like when someone runs down that hardwood floor hallway and it still baffles me to this day.

[Spectre]

I believe that the spirits are always pleased with us when we go and experience all the bounty created for us to enjoy and learn from.

[Eric Krewson]

Another warning voice tale.

I was squirrel hunting about 20 years ago, on a hillside about 75 yds above Rock Creek in Colbert County Al. I was following a deer trail and never looking at the ground as I scanned the tree tops for squirrels.

As I was about to take a step, a loud booming voice said "SNAKE!". I stopped in mid stride and looked down. My next step would have placed my foot on a huge coiled water moccasin, mouth gapped open and fangs showing.

It has always amazed me how far we can jump back off one foot when in panic mode. I ended up at least 6 feet from the snake, jumping back by toe pressure alone.

The snake didn't survive our encounter.

[TheFatboy]

Originally posted by Eric Krewson:
The snake didn't survive our encounter.

   

[kill shot]

some of these would be fun around holloween

[MCNSC]

I saw a light once coming thru the woods, thought it was someone with a flashlght. It stayed at a steady speed crossed the road where there was a prety good gullie and a pasture fence. The light never changed speed or went up and down crossing the gullie and fence. I am still not sure what it was.

[toddster]

Well have a two to share right now.  I had spent the a couple years after making the transition to tradional archery and hunting hard to prove to myself I could do it.  My hunting buddy and me hunted this area for about 10 years with compounds and new this big area real well.  One morining driving over we talked about where we was going to hunt and once we got there for some reason I said stop, drop me here.  This is a little patch of timber between big grass field we had hunted off and on over the years and seen no deer let alone not much sign.  He said, are you serious.  I said yeah for some reason this is my morning hunt, he said okay and went on down to park and hunt.  I walked in, with no plan, just letting something pull at me.  I stopped where these feild drains meet and ploppled down on a stool.  The sun came up and must say the view was awesome with the leaves turning.  I turned and looked to my left and there stood a nice 8 pointer there feeding.  Now I know we all had it happen to where a deer snuck in and was standing down from our stand and we are lick wher did you come from.  But boys and girls, I had just looked to my left no more than 10 sec ago and it was an open grassy spot for 100 yards.  I raised my bow and as if a spirit guided me made a perfect shot, the buck walked off and layed down 30 yards away.  After my 30 minutes, I walked to where the buck lay and knew immediately to give thanks to something bigger than me.  Note: we hunted this spot and talked to others we knew who did for the next 3 years not a deer one was seen.

My usual hunting pal and I talked another guy into getting into turkey hunting.  We took him and taught him.  When I or the other experianced pal was with him, we saw turkey 100 yards off.  When one or the other didn't have him with us we would bag one.  This went on for few years.  Then one spring morning me and the birdless hunter was driving over to hunt and he said all he wanted was to at least see one up close.  I assured him, it will happen just take time.  We walked in hunted nothing.  well, went to leave and just for heck of it gave a call and bam, a gobble.  I had to work again that night and buddy said we should go so I can get some sleep.  For some reason, I felt like now was not the time to go.  I said come on, I want to see what was keeping him hung up.  We walked in there was a shallow creek thats it.  I gave a call and bam a gobble.  I said come on we went up to hill top there was a big downed oak and sat up.  I called soft and the bird was hot and coming in.  I could see him through the leaves of the downed tree strutting, and asked my buddy if he could he said no.  I lost the bird and we knelt there.  The next thing I knew looking straight ahead, I heard a sound I knew.  I moved my head ever so slowly to my right and there was the Tom 5 yards behind us, not a leaf between him and us.  He turned went down the hill, I knew the hunt was blown.  But something told me to stand and shoot.  I stood slowly bow ready, at half crouch seen the bird and came up and shot.  I made the longest shot on my animal to date then.  Did't think about it till after we got the bird and stepped it off was 40 yards.  I don't practice past 20 usually.  I asked my buddy if he saw the bird.  He said I was sitting there looking ahead for the bird you seen, then I heard a noise and turned around and bam there he was.  Weird how these things fall into place.  Another quick note, my buddy went that year and one more with still no bird.  We was camping and hunting so one night as the adult beverages flowed, I put on an impromptu ritual with a decoy on my head and the great sprirt (and beer spirit) flowing from my mouth and knighted him saying the morning shall be the day.  Yep, you guessed it, at the last 30 minutes of hunting he bagged his first Tom.  But the detail of that for another time.

[seabass]

the norhern lights on a lake in canada was the most supernatural thing i've ever saw.

[Keith Zimmerman]

This isn't hunting related but fits into the supernatural category.  My hunting partner Roger lives in a house from 1812.  He has a ghost living in the house they named Isaac (after the original owner).  Periodically members of the family or guests would see Isaac walk across a doorway, or hear him walking upstairs in an empty room.  Or stuff would be moved to other rooms...like pill bottles or a thermos.

One morning his wife was laying in bed rolled over to one side.  She said Roger came over and sat on the bed behind her.  She was discussing a few things with Roger.  He didn't respond so she rolled over.  There was an indent in the mattress where Isaac was sitting.  Isaac got up and walked off.  The mattress went back to being flat.  True Story.

[saumensch]

Gret stories!
Though i must admit i am really scared now, normally im not afraid of anything, but i guess ill just turn the key on my sleeping room door now....

All this stuff brought back the memorie of a story that happened to me and my mind somehow deleted it. If i get the details sorted out agin ill post it tomorow.