Was walking through the woods. Came across a clearing where a guy was sitting on a log sharpening his knife. His back was turned to me so I just ran away. A little while later I came across another clearing with a random guy digging a hole with a shovel. A few seconds later I heard a loud thud as if something had been thrown into the hole. People do weird things when alone in the woods. It is a weird that I had both of those encounters in the same day. Who knows maybe it was the same guy? They were both wearing dark orange. Prolly just a concidence right?
We were way back in the woods. My brother thought it would be funny to read Deliverance at camp. We had just cleaned after dinner when he came up from the lake, having washed our dinner dishes, saying "there's two guys coming in a canoe".
They were hammered, smoking and drinking beer, and reeked of b.o.
They started poking around our camp rudely and making remarks that were vaguely menacing.
Eventually, my father was able to convince them he'd been fishing at this lake since he was a boy and dropped a few names in a non-boasting way.
They left but it was freaky for a bit. I figure they had an outdoor grow op. It was a week or two from harvest time.
Sounds like hunting + dressing an animal? Perhaps they buried part of it for some reason.
Was walking through the woods. Came across a clearing where a guy was sitting on a log sharpening his knife. His back was turned to me so I just ran away. A little while later I came across another clearing with a random guy digging a hole with a shovel. A few seconds later I heard a loud thud as if something had been thrown into the hole. People do weird things when alone in the woods. It is a weird that I had both of those encounters in the same day. Who knows maybe it was the same guy? They were both wearing dark orange. Prolly just a concidence right?
We were way back in the woods. My brother thought it would be funny to read Deliverance at camp. We had just cleaned after dinner when he came up from the lake, having washed our dinner dishes, saying "there's two guys coming in a canoe".
They were hammered, smoking and drinking beer, and reeked of b.o.
They started poking around our camp rudely and making remarks that were vaguely menacing.
Eventually, my father was able to convince them he'd been fishing at this lake since he was a boy and dropped a few names in a non-boasting way.
They left but it was freaky for a bit. I figure they had an outdoor grow op. It was a week or two from harvest time.
Sounds like hunting + dressing an animal? Perhaps they buried part of it for some reason.