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Nefarius
Big Wall climber
Fresno, CA
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:10pm PT
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No goatsucker, Munge?! Awww, man...!
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Anastasia
Trad climber
California
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:13pm PT
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We are ignorant, just note that many thought giant squid were fairy tales too.
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If my hair is standing up, I would run too.
I don't need to have a better reason than that.
In fact "dang it" if you just consider how many people disappear... Over 119,000 people have disappeared without a trace in California during the year 2006.
I think the average smart person will be running at any hint of a funny feeling.
Who cares if the reason is valid or not, I personally don't want to be the one around to find out.
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chez
Social climber
chicago ill
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:17pm PT
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obviously a Hefelump.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:20pm PT
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stories just make myths.
we don't need a myth.
i am buying a firearm though.
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Mtnmun
Trad climber
Top of the Mountain Mun
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:30pm PT
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LOL, Has anyone read Tom Brown's books? Anyone trained in the ways of the scout could easily f-with any one of us. That's what they do for fun. How about that Jersey Devil?
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johnboy
Trad climber
Can't get here from there
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:34pm PT
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"Over 119,000 people have disappeared without a trace in California during the year 2006. "
They might have been caught up in...
*the border zone*
All just from the threat of enforcing green cards.
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Mungeclimber
Trad climber
sorry, just posting out loud.
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Jan 23, 2008 - 11:34pm PT
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i'm not saying some person is making sh#t up.
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Jerry Dodrill
climber
Bodega, CA
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Jan 24, 2008 - 12:01am PT
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There is something to this. Indeed. Can't talk here though. Buy earplugs. You'll sleep better at night.
PS. This is a bad sign:
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Wade Icey
Trad climber
www.alohashirtrescue.com
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Jan 24, 2008 - 12:10am PT
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'One summer morning driving to the Valley from Tuolumne, early, had to be at work, just at the start of the straight aways right around the turnoff for the Yosemite Creek campground I saw this huge thing in the distance moving off to the north, I just caught a glimpse of it as it disappeared into the forest. It was tall and I could tell that it was standing up-right as it moved off...."
Harpole?
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Jaybro
Social climber
The West
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Jan 24, 2008 - 12:28am PT
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I ain't saying nuthin, but one time last summmer there was one less of us the next morning. Scary place, stay away!
Though the town os Sonors still seems creepier to me.
At least one of those sentences is the truth.
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WBraun
climber
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Jan 24, 2008 - 12:49am PT
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I love these stories
DMT that was a great story and khanom's too.
Now I'm scared .......
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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Jan 24, 2008 - 12:52am PT
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sounds like a good route name Big Foot Hike, you know, for those offwidth things, the horror!
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Radish
Trad climber
Exeter, California
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Jan 24, 2008 - 01:04am PT
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I was just in Yosemite last week climbing at Reeds and heard the Sonora story from someone who just left there for the same reasons. Here's an account from the Southern Sierra. I believe in the stuff myself, especially lying in my bag in some remote place in the middle of the night when I hear a big branch break far off. A gun feels pretty good then................
Back in the summer of 1986 was the last time a Big foot was possibly sighted in the Southern Sierra. It was near Monache Mountain, on the east side of the Sierras, Straight east from Porterville. According to the Fresno Bee, a construction crew was working on a bridge in a remote part of the Inyo National Forest, on the South Fork of the Kern River in the Golden Trout Wilderness. The five-man crew was working at an 8000 foot elevation around dusk and heard a scream so loud it “sounded like a stadium loudspeaker.” The scream came again 3 more times and so freaked out one of the crew, he grabbed a rifle and fired it into the air. From a distance of a city block they saw a shadowed human looking figure about 8 feet tall and walking upright, move over the top of a hill and disappear. The crew, who was camped at the site, were so rattled they promptly decided to leave their equipment, walk the 2 miles out and drive to the Black Rock Ranger station, where they spent the night.. The rangers told them they had probably heard a mountain lion, which when making a kill will scream, which probably startled a bear on the ridge making it stand upright.. Several of the crew were veterans to the mountains and argued this was different than any mountain lion call or bear encounter they knew before. They returned to the site the next day with a ranger and after thoroughly checking the area found no evidence or footprints, though the crew also found no bear or mountain lion prints. Later hikers in another area reported finding huge footprints with a pronounced big left toe marking. I have recently talked with a friend of one of the crew who was there and he still swears that what they heard and saw was something unknown.
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Nefarius
Big Wall climber
Fresno, CA
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Jan 24, 2008 - 01:17am PT
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This is lame, by comparison, but still....
When I was a kid we went on vacation every year, starting on Flag Day. My parents were good like that. Patriotic and all. The two week flag day vacation was "Dad's vacation". We loaded up the big, long "Prowler" trailer (you guys remember that cat symbol!), my brother and I filled the bed of the Ford "Super Cab" with our bikes and boxes of toys (mostly Star Wars, GI Joe and He Man) Dad loaded the aluminum fishing boat on top and then we all piled in.
note: Our other vacation were "Mom's vacations"... These involved flights, almost always to another country, hotels, restaurants, etc... Though seemingly a pair of complete opposites, they saw their 50th anniversary and my father adored my mother for all of his days.
Back to Flag Day...
My brother and I always had the back to ourselves. Now the Ford Super Cab, mind you, was HUGE! That wasn't a back seat, it was a sofa! We played all the stupid road games and did our best to annoy my mother to no end too! Man, she loved it when my screeching 10 year-old voice sang, loud and proud, when I wore my Sony Walkman! =)
Off we went. We were supposed to be heading to Medford, Or., where our grandmother was buried. We went the round-about way, as usual... We always started at our cabin in Cedar Valley, just up above Oakhurst. After the weekend, we hit the road... Through Yos, across this HUGE sweeping bridge on a highway and towards the coast we went. We stayed in Eureka a few days. I caught a jellyfish while fishing off the pier! Yikes! We also caught a couple of sand sharks. I also got caught... On a dare, I committed my first crime. I stole a candy bar. That was the only time my father every really raised his voice at me and was visibly pissed!
So, after being walked, by the ear, back into the store and returning the candy bar, across the big bridge, out of Eureka we went. Back to singing Journey and Michael Jackson's "Thriller". Or maybe it was "Billie Jean"... Anyhow, it was back to annoying! My mother tried, but in my 501's, half-shirt and Vaurnets, I was too cool to be quieted! hahaah
I remember fishing along the Trinity River and that was a blast! But the part of the story that this thread made me think of was a small town, way up north, along the Trinity, I believe. The town was named Hoopa, and EVERYTHING in the town was "Bigfoot"! Bigfoot Market, Bigfoot Drive-in, etc... Bigfoot statues, maps of sightings, articles, etc. Everywhere you looked was "Bigfoot"! As a kid, this was all enthralling to my brother and I. Cool shit! I'll have to go back there someday.
We left Hoopa and somewhere between there and the Oregon border, my mother fell asleep and my brother and I started working on Dad! When my mother woke up and we were heading east, instead of north, towards Oregon, boy was she pissed! She didn't really talk to any of us for like 3 or 4 days! See, Jesse, my brother and I, had talked Dad into going to Antelope Lake (up near Susanville) instead of Oregon. Antelope Lake was our favorite place. Almost got myself into some big trouble at the market there... Being a real smartass to a biker guy! Not real bright, but I knew it all...
Of course, Mom eventually got over it and started talking to us. We eventually made it up to Medford the next year and handled the business that Mom was there for. That was the year we went fishing on the Rogue River and visited Crater lake for the first time! A sturgeon on my line pulled us against the current, upstream, as my dad helped me bring him in! HUGE fish! A hell of a lot more work bringing him in than the Marlin I caught in the Caribbean!
Wow! Well, that was probably more amusing to me than any of you.. While you guys talk about weird sh#t, this thread brought on some great memories and made me smile!
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FeelioBabar
climber
Sneaking up behind you...
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Jan 24, 2008 - 01:31am PT
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"how did he know they were blind"
ID'd as local woman who was blind and rumored to practice witchcraft, by Navajo Tribal police who was riding in car...told my grandfather to pull over and go home after the "sighting"....and was very freaked out.
stories...right? just stories....
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wildone
climber
Where you want to be
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Jan 24, 2008 - 01:45am PT
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I've spent a lot of time in the Sonora Pass backcountry, skiing, overnighters, touring, hiked from the dardanelles to tuolumne once, etc, and never had anything out of th ordinary happen to me.
I have to wonder if someone dosed you guys. Really.
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nutjob
Trad climber
San Jose, CA
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Jan 24, 2008 - 02:08am PT
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that reminds me wildone... one night hiking across the desert plain in Joshua Tree I had the distinct feeling that I was a member of a primordial baboon-like tribe crossing an African savannah, and I was gripped with the fear of being caught in the open. I was desperate to make it to a rock outcropping, thinking that this would protect me from the Cave Lions. Then there was the lightshow in my sleeping bag triggered by the static electricity...
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Standing Strong
Trad climber
one summer dream
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Jan 24, 2008 - 02:50am PT
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"skinwalker...
he takes you to a sacred place
drinks the tears off your face..."
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AllezAllez510
Trad climber
PDX, OR
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Topic Author's Reply - Jan 24, 2008 - 09:18am PT
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wildone, we never actually saw anything. I guess what freaked them out was the shrieking. I was asleep for all of this, but my friends were leaving and I did not want to stay there...
2nd quarry is f'in creepy...
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