[quote]csulli wrote:
[quote]pushharder wrote:
By the way, they grow 'em big 'round here.
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Wtf is this shit push? How heavy are those?[/quote]
You trying to calculate how many you can beat up at one time?
[quote]super saiyan wrote:
[quote]csulli wrote:
[quote]pushharder wrote:
By the way, they grow 'em big 'round here.
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Wtf is this shit push? How heavy are those?[/quote]
You trying to calculate how many you can beat up at one time?
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Yes. Seriously though, the first picture is just a depth perception illusion, but the second one? I dunno what’s up with that.
[quote]StevenF wrote:
WOKE UP TO A GOD DAMN ALIEN STANDING NEXT TO ME!!![/quote]
I used to have terrible recurring nightmares about shit like that. They were extremely vivid; the kind of dream where you have to convince yourself you’re not awake. I would “wake up” and get out of bed to get a drink or something. I would always hear it before I saw it. It made the creepiest fucking noise. The dreams weren’t always identical, but for example I would start going back upstairs to my bed, and I would see it silhouetted at the top of the staircase. The skinny grey looking ones with the huge heads and enormous black eyes.
I would be frozen in terror at first, but then I would always try and rush at it and kill it. I could never reach it though. I would always start out sprinting up the staircase, but it was like I started passing out. My limbs got really heavy, and I would keep trying to crawl up the stairs dragging myself with my arms, but I never made it; the world would always close in on me and I would black out in the dream and then wake up for real.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
I may have told this one before on another thread but here we go anyway.
We live in grizzly, wolf and mountain lion country.
My daughter, 18 at the time two years ago, went backpacking and camping in the mountains near here in northwest Montana but far from any civilization. She and some others along with her dog (the only dog on the trip), a half wolf/half husky by the name of Kira, hiked up to an alpine lake near the timberline. Night fell and the group started a campfire and commenced storytelling and banter and such.
My daughter slipped off into the bushes to take a leak. While squatting and taking care of her business her dog walked up behind and sniffed her. She looked over her shoulder and said, “Oh hi, Kira, how ya doin’, girl?” and the dog slipped away into the night.
Problem was…when my daughter returned to the fire she discovered her dog lying by the fire.
And her dog had never got up, it had never left the fire.
My daughter had actually met a wolf.[/quote]
That’s insane! Great story.
Montana seems like such an awesome place.
The west in general is pretty fucking awesome furo
[quote]USMCpoolee wrote:
The west in general is pretty fucking awesome furo[/quote]
Yeah it certainly seems so. I’ve been to Colorado actually, though I was only 15 at the time, and I loved it.
If it weren’t for my career-plans and family I’d definitely strongly consider moving West.
[quote]furo wrote:
[quote]USMCpoolee wrote:
The west in general is pretty fucking awesome furo[/quote]
Yeah it certainly seems so. I’ve been to Colorado actually, though I was only 15 at the time, and I loved it.
If it weren’t for my career-plans and family I’d definitely strongly consider moving West. [/quote]
I hear you man, I visited here when I was 12 and fell in love. In the last year I switched my career so I could find work out here and moved from Virginia.
Four years ago, I was heading towards the entrance to my gym, when the following happened:
A large delivery truck was parked facing away from the gym entrance. The driver had forgotten to apply the handbrake (parking brake in the US?). The area in front of the gym descends on a low gradient towards the revolving doors.
The delivery truck began to roll whilst the driver was delivering something inside. It picked up speed deceptively, and more importantly, silently. I caught it moving out of the corner of my eye.
The next thing I knew was a five year old girl screaming for her mother - frozen with fear, she had been in the revolving door facing out towards the truck. In order for her to escape, she’d have to run towards the oncoming truck and dodge right or left. She obviously didn’t do this, and the truck slammed into the doors, lifting the whole thing and depositing it half way into the gym, while the girl was still in the revolving doors. The girl survived without a scratch, but to this day I do not know how. I mean, she was completely trapped between the metal, and the glass had shattered all over her, and the truck had bent the whole structure into something unrecognisable. She was fine, but I always shudder at the thought that she came within inches of being crushed to death.
Three things really stick with me to this day:
- There were about 20 of us. We all froze. I think that if someone had reacted very quickly, they might have got her out of there before the truck hit. But our faculties deserted us.
- The screams of her mother, who had just seen her daughter apparently be crushed by a huge truck.
- If a truck can do that much damage at 10-15 mph, I don’t even want to know what happens in actual road accidents.
I think it is the most hair-raising thing I’ve ever seen with my own eyes.
I have a few of these moments in my life.
First one, pretty straight forward. Was bow hunting at age 14 or so and heard a bobcat scream as dark was setting in. For those who’ve never heard it, the sound comes straight from hell, it really does. Grandads and Great Uncles will tell tall tales about it, but when you hear it… Yeah.
Second one, a little more involved. While I grew up hunting and fishing I pretty much was a dog guy. I had coonhounds, bird dogs, and beagles until I joined the Navy. One of my Bluetic Hounds “Sam” took off one night while hunting and I didn’t find him.
Fast forward a week of looking and my GF’s uncle told me he spotted him off the back of a beef-cow pasture. He’d killed a calf and been feeding off it. I loved Sam, even had some graduation pictures taken with him. It broke my whole soul but I had to go set up on this calf carcass and put him down, he’d gone wild and there was no coming back. A couple nights later I was set up on that carcass and Sam came wandering in. He smelled me and tried to get further down-wind, I nickered and called out “easy son…” It was enough for him to slow down and look over his shoulder. I put one in his ear from about 25 yards or so.
Fast forward another year and I’m driving at night on the '94 through Chicago while freezing rain begins to fall. I come around a right handed curve and see a pile up of a few cars and commence to do everything wrong, grip up on the steering wheel, slam on the brakes and fishtail a few times knowing full well I’m going to run into this pile of metal at about 60 mph. Then for whatever reason, my big Buick Regal rights itself and slides to the drivers side shoulder and stops, as if something from above grabbed the car and maneuvered it for me, not a scratch on me or the car. So, that happens, and I’m sitting there twisted from adrenalin still gripping the steering wheel barely remembering to breathe when I hear clear as day:
“easy son…”
Coincidence or not, I know what I heard. This story is one I rarely tell because it’s a fucking sad story about a kid and his dog, and I’m also a more pragmatic dude and tend to stay away from the supernatural, but it happened, and that’s my recollection.
Third one, not supernatural at all, but my hair definitely stood up and still does upon the re-telling.
I hike up in the mountains of Los Padres national Forest in Ventura County CA. There’s a great spot northeast of Ojai called Rose Valley that has a few peaks that challenge the trekker to get up and back in a day. My favorite of these is called Reyes Peak.
During one of these hikes I was gaining at a pretty good clip, going alone with trekking poles and a light backpack. I got up in the pines and crossed a sandy-bottomed creek and noticed a pretty fresh set of tracks. Didn’t take much observation to realize they were mountain lion tracks. I even knealt down and set my can of Kodiak in the pad of a print to take a picture. I kept on for another half hour or so till I hit the landmark where I usually stopped to rest and head back. Then on my turnaround, I got to the creek where I had noticed the paw print on the way up, and the whole creekbed was LITTERED with big cat tracks, same size of the one I saw earlier. Within an hour this motherfucker came back and checked the scene where I had stopped earlier.
Commence Brick-Shitting:
I scrambled over to a little rockface and put my back against it, taking inventory of what was really going on.
- I was alone on a mountain and hadn’t seen another soul ALL day.
- These tracks were fresh as fuck
- This cat was close, probably watching me, definitely aware of me, and quite possibly HUNTING ME.
I’ve never felt that way in my life up to that point, and it’s very real, and it makes you feel very small, and it for sure makes the hair on your neck stand up.
Obviously I got back down the mountain, never saw the cat, maybe because made plenty of noise and sang the rest of the way down till I got on the hardball. I never went back there without another person or my dog again.
[quote]Magicpunch wrote:
Four years ago, I was heading towards the entrance to my gym, when the following happened:
A large delivery truck was parked facing away from the gym entrance. The driver had forgotten to apply the handbrake (parking brake in the US?). The area in front of the gym descends on a low gradient towards the revolving doors.
The delivery truck began to roll whilst the driver was delivering something inside. It picked up speed deceptively, and more importantly, silently. I caught it moving out of the corner of my eye.
The next thing I knew was a five year old girl screaming for her mother - frozen with fear, she had been in the revolving door facing out towards the truck. In order for her to escape, she’d have to run towards the oncoming truck and dodge right or left. She obviously didn’t do this, and the truck slammed into the doors, lifting the whole thing and depositing it half way into the gym, while the girl was still in the revolving doors. The girl survived without a scratch, but to this day I do not know how. I mean, she was completely trapped between the metal, and the glass had shattered all over her, and the truck had bent the whole structure into something unrecognisable. She was fine, but I always shudder at the thought that she came within inches of being crushed to death.
Three things really stick with me to this day:
- There were about 20 of us. We all froze. I think that if someone had reacted very quickly, they might have got her out of there before the truck hit. But our faculties deserted us.
- The screams of her mother, who had just seen her daughter apparently be crushed by a huge truck.
- If a truck can do that much damage at 10-15 mph, I don’t even want to know what happens in actual road accidents.
I think it is the most hair-raising thing I’ve ever seen with my own eyes.[/quote]
Jeez dude that’s incredible… She’s so dang lucky!
[quote]pushharder wrote:
My daughter knows the kid that shot the wolf on the log.[/quote]
Are you guys having milder winters? Are these wolves feeding off livestock? Just curious as to how they’re getting so big.
[quote]Elegua360 wrote:
Ever since I was a little kid, I have experienced a form of sleep paralysis/night terror that’s identical to the experience of being hag-ridden.
If you’re not familiar with that term, it’s one version of a common story about a supernatural being that sits on your chest while you sleep, and strangles you (or sucks out your soul or your blood or otherwise does horrible things to you).
Basically, for me it meant that I’d wake up in the middle of the night, pretty much unable to move, with the sense that a living thing was on my chest. Sometimes I’d actually see some vague black shape creeping up from the end of my bed.
It remains the most horrifying set of experiences in my life – FAR more frightening than any ‘real’ frightening or dangerous thing I’ve ever encountered. It would happen once every few months when I was a kid, but it’s pretty rare these days – last time I experienced it was this September, but before that it was about a two year gap since it happened.
Incidentally, this is something that for me was inherited – I later in life learned that my mom and several of her ancestors experienced the same thing.[/quote]
Had this once about a month ago. The only night terror of that nature that I’ve ever had I think. It sounds like you’re fucked bro. Have a lucid dream and kick her ass.
[quote]super saiyan wrote:
[quote]csulli wrote:
[quote]pushharder wrote:
By the way, they grow 'em big 'round here.
[/quote]
Wtf is this shit push? How heavy are those?[/quote]
You trying to calculate how many you can beat up at one time?
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LOL
So those wolves have gone all Twilight-esque?
[quote]pushharder wrote:
By the way, they grow 'em big 'round here.
[photo]37893[/photo][/quote]
big puppies