Supernatural experience

[highpoint forge]

Vic that's freakin' scary. That's not supernatural, that's awful. Yikes. I would have soiled myself.

[2 Barrels]

I also dont belive in spell check ok.LOL

[ksbowman]

Keep them coming guys! I'm really enjoying this.  Ben

[Mr.Vic]

Yea, Highpoint if that happened to me now. I can assure you i would soil my pants. I was lucky enough to be taken bow hunting at a young age and kept with it ever year since 1968. Lots of things i have seen and things I wished i hadn't seen. But here's a story that happened a few years ago that has me wondering. I was sitting in a draw that ran out to the highway. About dark a nice buck came walking along the draw to me. I sat up and got on my knees ready for him. As he came up fifteen yards broadside i put an arrow behind the front leg and he ran off into the switch grass leaving little blood trail. Long story short i looked for two days for him using my mule. And a friend using a fourwheeler in that small but tall field. I searched within a mile area on the farm and no luck. I wasn't happy. That weekend i went back to that same spot to try it again and when i walked up to the tree i sat by, there was my carbon arrow i shot the deer with. No Blood, No fat, looked brand new as the minute i released it. Now someone explain that to me??

[twitchstick]

Kinslow I think that is pretty cool. I have had mulitple times I have shoot at deer and missed and found arrow heads with in a foot or two of my arrow. I just played it as I must be hunting traditional trails. Everytime I miss or looking for blood I am looking for heads too. I have even thought of doing a tread on it before.

[Sixby]

Neat stories. I have had many supernatural experiences with God. Several have been brought to mind here but one stands out.

40 years ago at age 23 I went hunting with a group of men from out church in the Blue Mountains of Eastern Oregon. It was absolutely gorgeous country and the first day we saw elk get killed but did not see any to shoot myself. After several days we moved camp to get closer to the wilderness and early in the morning before light we walked in.

Now this was an area of 100 sq miles with no roads except the one we came in on and I had no maps and did not know it. We walked in in the dark and walked for several hours before we got where the guys wanted to hunt. I went up to the top of a mountail above the trail and just sat down in a nice spot and waited for daylight.

Now one interesting thing happened that I have never been able to explain. On the way in and about a half mile from camp I noticed this large white rock by the trail. I really keyed on it for some weird reason. It was in my mind.

I sat on the hill until well after sunup and I heard some elk and moved down the hill toward them but never got on them. I walked back up to the top of the hill and sat for a while and decides to work my way back to the trail and toward camp. I walked clear to the bottom of the canyon and no trail. I walked back to the tree where I had been on the top of the hill ,. Oriented myself and walked off down another drainage. No trail. I walked back up to the top of the hill and tried again. No trail. Now I am really getting upset (say scared) I am not prepared in any way to stay in these mountains and its raining now and I am wet and cold. I check my matches and they are wet. No compass. totally unprepared to survive.I take stock of where I had already gone and thought I had enough energy to go one more time. I did , no trail/

I realize now that I am lost. I still know where the top of the mountain is but somehow the trail has disappeared.

I decide to walk the ridges and see if I can get to a place where I see a road , a trail or anything. I walk for about 8 hours and nothing. Now I want to seriously kill and elk for his hide. I have pleanty of water but I am colder than all getout and I am afraid I will ge hypothermia and die in the night from the chill, Low thirtys and soaked. Its raining pretty steady and hard.

I have to be honest I am really getting scared now and I know I am lost. I go through the, here I am thing that I am going to die and my wife and children will never even know what happened to me and the blame game of how stupid I am to be out here without any way to survive. But it was only going to be a morning hunt with a good trail to walk in on and out on. No problem!!!

I am walking along and I think of that little picture of the two kids walking over a bridge and an angel watching them and holding their hands. I raise my hand up and literally say God, I need you to take me out of here because I am lost without you. I see this canyon with terrible blow downs in it and something says go there. I look at it and say I don't want to go into that mess that is why I am walking on the ridge tops. Then I look at my hand up in the air and think , you ask God to take you out , now you need to trust him,. Into the blowdowns I go./ What a mess!!!

I get in there and stumble around for about an hour and all the time I am saying God, I need you. I come across a trail and start walking on it and an hour later I see this big white rock. Its the rock I saw on the way in in the morning. I come into camp at 11 pm in the dark and I'm singing. Man I'm happy. One of the guys says they knew I had killed an elk and was taking care of it and they weren't worried at all.
 
I had been raised hunting and been in the woods all my life. However after that time I do not step out of the truck or leave my camp without a fanny pack , a compass. Fire, and a little food. Ever.
I have no doubt that God saved me and taught me some life lessons physical and spiritual.
 
God Bless, Steve

[TxAg]

Good thread. Keep it going.

I don't have anything to add....and I'm glad  

[Benny Nganabbarru]

As far as supernatural goes, I'm with the men of faith on this one.

I had a weird experience that I can't explain, though, about two years ago. I spent three-quarters of an hour belly crawling toward some bedded pigs. Finally, I made it to twenty-five yards or so, and was as close as I could get. One big sow was sleeping facing toward me, so I had to ease-up real slow. I studied the sleepers for some time, and eventually chose a ginger sow who was side-on at the said distance. There was a window through the scrub that I had to shoot through into her vitals. I made the shot, and they all burst-out of there, with the stricken ginger sow fleeing with the arrow waving around still in her. We followed the blood trail, and were disappointed as we realised it must've been a single lung hit. Eventually we lost the trail. We slowly continued-on to the next nearly-dry swamp, which was about six-hundred yards away. We approached it real slow, as the leaf litter was very crunchy. As we got closer, a couple of pigs started fighting in the shade near the puddle. One was a black boar, the other was a black sow. It was my friend's turn for a try with his compound. He snuck-in, and the first to present was the sow. He killed it, and the boar ran away. When we walked-up to the black sow, we noticed it had an additional fresh injury aside from the one arrow that my friend had used. My broken wooden arrow was protruding from it's flank, having gone through one lung. I shot a ginger sow, as plain as day. This pig was as black as they come. I don't know what happened there; I can't figure it out.

[longbowman]

In 1980 I got the brilliant idea to climb to a far off meadow in Montana that we always glassed elk in from our camp.  Looking at topo maps we saw where the forrest service road came in about a mile beyond that meadow so the plan was for me to get there before daylight and then be picked up around noon on that road.  The climb turned into a granite ridge nightmare and soon the temperature was in the 80's.  I was literally mountain climbing without gear and I hadn't even taken water with me.  I prayed for God to get me out of another mess I got myself in to and He guided me up the 300 ft. dropoff.  When I reached the top I was in a timbered off area that was really 10 ft. high second growth and I have no idea where the meadow was.  I was extremely dehydrated and nearing heat exaustion.  I walked in the direction of the road but was getting very ill.  I prayed again and suddenly came to an old logging road.  The heat was awful and I was a sick puppy for sure.  I looked both ways on the road and began slowly making my way out when behind me an old mans voice says, "Where you headed?"  I nearly keeled over and turned to see this ragged "old" man standing there, no bow, no gun but wearing an old wool plaid jacket and carrying an old tattered knap sack.  I asked him if he had any water and he pulled out a "mason" jar and handed it to me.  It was warm but it was water and never tasted so good!  I drank half of it and handed it back.  He said the raods that way and I turned and took a couple steps and turned to thank him and he was gone!  I didn't tell anybody about this in camp because I was just a little freaked out but very thankful.  By the way, I'm not really a supernatural freak but I do believe God takes care of kids and fools and I'm too old to be a kid.  I'm also a minister.

[Three Finger]

When I was around 14 I was bow hunting and when it got dark I got out of my stand and started walking to the fourwheeler trail where my dad was to pick me up. My stand was about 100yrds for the trail. My dad was late getting to me becouse he had deer close to him right at dark.

So as I sat there I could here something coming from where my stand was walking very slow. As it got closer it started circleing me from my left then in front of me and then to the right side of ther trail. I couldn't see it because all I had was a mini mag light. So when it go to the right side of the trail I took a few steps toward it and then it SCREAMED VERY LOUD. It was about 20yrds away. I couldn't shoot it because I couldn't see it well enough. So when it screamed so did I and I was cussing at it and walking backwards with 2 arrows in my hands with broad heads. About that time my dad was coming on the fourwheeler and it ran off.

My dad didn't believe me at first but when we got back to the truck he could see I was scared to death.

So the next year my grandpa was hunting in the same area and he set up a trail cam. One night he got a photo of the back legs and long tail of a Black Panther. This happened in North Louisiana.

When I tell this story it still gives me chils.

[Pat B]

I have had many super natural experiences in the woods but never a supernatural experience.

[Roy Steele]

I had a stand in a thick woods I got permission to hunt that first year in 1979.I was 17.Every time I hunt there it always felt like I was being watched.I hunted this stand at least a dozzen times that year god sign and wind never saw a deer.After the season snow on the ground.I I scout the area some more and not 75 yards to my left was one grave surrounded with a old, stone fence.How I missed it scouting I don't know and it wasn't visiable from my stand.I could only make out the date on a cut rock.1721.
  That same year I met up the another guy at a little country store that hunts the farm.And he said his oldest son saw a old guy with a flint lock.Thinking the old guy was trespassing both times his son try to catch up with the guy each time he went over a hill and he couldn't find him.
  PLus him and his son both heard flint lock shots again thinking trespassing and hunt with a gun durning eary bow season.They never could find out where it came from.And hunting that same hollow and hill side he said the same thing he and his son felt like they were always being watched.They didn't hunt that area.I waunter why there were no stands in the area.I never saw him or heard shots but I did get the same feeling everytime.
  I hunted the farm for a few years but quit hunting that area also.

 plus when I was younger I coon hunted alot.There was a grave yard up on a hill that Indians had gather up 17 women and childern and killed them on this same farm.But I think it was a family grave yard.My uncles 3 in all had all heard crying there.One night in did heard no crying but it sounded like kids playing.Thi happen in 1981.
  Sence then I have never had anymore exsperences.That goodnees.

[Bonecracker]

Back in college at UGA I was given permission to hunt a piece of property that had one of those Historical landmark signs when you enter the place. Some big Civil War battle had taken place around the property and a building that was still standing was once an army hospital and later a school. Some old drunk care taker offered to let us use the spare bed-room but we opted to camp as we wanted the wilderness experience!

One nite the tempature seriously dropped and it got really cold-very fast. Not to mention the rain was coming down hard, throw in a leaking tent and our wilderness experience was not much fun anymore. I finally had-had enough and got  Mike up and we went up to the old house around 12:30 or 1:00 in the morning. With our sleeping bags and cots in hand, we knocked on the ft. door and no one answered! I opened the door and went in anyway as the old guy that lived there had given us permission to come in if we want to. For some reason at that time I distinctly remember him telling me about the ghosts that lived in the old place and he was sober when we had that conversation. So here we go!!  

Went into the spair bedroom and lite the gas heaters and thing warmed up nicely. Set up our cots and went to bed. About 3:00 am in the morning I was awaked to someone walking back and forth, back and forth, in the room above us! I knew it was cold outside but Mike's teeth were chattering, the gas heater had gone out for some reason, and boards sounds had my attention! After a while the sounds continued and I woke Mike to make sure I was not hearing things! Clear as day we could hear the sounds again and again. I could not sleep (cheap wet sleeping bag had something to do with that) so I decided that we needed to go check it out!

As we walked up the really steep unlevel steps leading up to the  bedroom I really was unprepared for what took place. I was leading and Mike was behind me with his pistol for protection (Ha! Ha!). I slowly opened the door and for some reason the door would only open so far as something was blocking the doorway from the inside! I tried to force the door open and nothing. Next I took my flashlight and shined it inside the room. At that point I can still remember Mike breathing down my neck wanting to know what I saw as he was afraid to look inside!

As I shined my light in the room, I was taken by the large amount of boxes that were in the room making walking almost impossible. Then something funny happend, for some reason a fog like substance appeard about head high in the room making visible very poor and the walking noise (boards creaking) started again in the room and they were close. I slowy shut the door and ran down the stairs almost nocking him down. We grabed our stuff and headed for the truck! Cranked the truck and turned the heater on and we talked about what had just happened. He fell asleep and I stayed up as I could not sleep. Later that moring it started snowing snowing and Mike headed to the woods in the snow. I was still cold and wet and chose to wait for him at the truck and actually got some sleep. He shot a nice buck that morning with his 308 and that was the last time I ever went back to that place.

That was without a doubt one of the strangest feellings I have ever felt and have never experienced anything like that since!

[kill shot]

These stories are great,told ya this would be fun.

[K. Mogensen]

Man, some of these give me chills. I got one seriously this time.

Some of you Utahns may have heard there was a cougar attack up here in northern utah this year.

Me and my dad had gone out hunting that morning and walked all over the place. I even got to half draw on a buck but didn't get the shot. Anyway, we were walking back to camp on an old logging road and a guy camping on the side of it says, "Hey, wanna see a cougar?" We said sure and sure nuff, he whipped out his camera and showed us. He had been sitting in some pines looking for deer sign, and heard the cat behind him. It was rifle season, so he shot it when it tried to attack. My dad and I walked right by that area that morning. We also only heard one shot that morning, that guy's.

It's not supernatural, but it was kind of eerie thinking that we were almost right there.

[ScottV_7]

This probably isn't supernatural, but about 10 years ago I was hunting an area near my house.  I had found a blown over tree that made a perfect seat with the roots and dirt as a backrest.  Well naturally I fell asleep but started to wake up to the sound of a deer walking nearby.  The weird thing is I was aware that something was there and I could hear it but I could not open my eyes.  I must have been really out.  When I finally woke up totally, whatever had been there was gone.  Probably the buck of a lifetime.  

[GREASEMAN]

I shared a similar experience to Clay,except mine was in the Flat Tops in Colo.Scariest night I've ever spent in the timber! My partner and I saw what looked Human form,at Sunset, walk almost all the way around a mountain lake we were camped by.We watched from an elevated area for over a 1/2 hour as it work it's way around the lake untill  the wind shifted from us to it and the show was over.Needless to say we sat up most of the night and changed areas the next morning.

[Longbow Jake]

Keep it up fellas im gettin chill's  

[Brian Krebs]

I had a dream about an upcoming deer season. I saw my arrow hit a buck and it fell in its tracks. I told my friends about it in detail.
 Then the next night; I had a similar dream- like shooting through a tunnel;  a different scenario- but I saw that buck die - and I told my friends about it in detail.

 Well on the hunting trip I spent the first day trying to find the spot I had seen in my dreams. I kept looking up from trails looking for a tunnel effect to a tree.
 
 The next day- one of my hunting buddies found a trail through a swamp- one of those 'gotta know where the rocks are' type of crossing. He said there were areas of bare ground and trees rubbed up.

 I went there- and got a treestand up; and in walked a buck. It went through a couple scrape routines on the way- and at 5 yards I shot it.
 My arrow hit the base of its neck; and it fell right where it was standing.

 My buddy was just plain scared about it.

But then later in the season; with another tag in hand; a buck walked by me; and I had to turn around in my blind- and the buck started to an opening; and I drew back as it entered - a hole through the canopy of leaves- and I saw that buck fall to my arrow.

 Several buddies got up in my second stand and got down shaking- as it was just as I had told them about.

 What were the chances ?

[Brian Krebs]

As has been stated by others; when it stops being spiritual - I'm out of it.
Anyone that has hunted with me knows that I will stop; and just know something is going to happen- and it will. I can't always call what it is; but it will always be a memory.  For instance last fall while elk hunting with a trad ganger and his friend- I knew something was going to happen.  We stood there for a few seconds; and above us some antelope walked out and by us.
 I took my son and grandson hunting; and I told them to stop; and that around the next bend in the road - my grandson would have a shot at a buck.
 We walked slowly to that spot; and stopped. Laying in the brush next to us was a really huge buck. My grandson missed; and my son told him: "I told you he could do it- told you!"

 I do believe there is this book called " the witchery of archery".