I was backpacking in Yellow Stone above the tree line at about 10,500 feet. We are hiking on a ridge above a lake when all the sudden we come across a horse skull. No body just the skull, pretty cool looking. We get to our campsite not to far away from the lake near where we found the horse skull. When we get climb down to the lake we find the body of the horse rotting on the edge of the lake with with negative film strips floating in the water and laying around the shore near the body.
I wasn’t hiking at the time, but when wandering in the woods one day in high school some of us found a severed bull’s head tied to a tree by the horns. It was about 5 or 6 feet off the ground. It looked like it had been there a few days. I have no idea why someone would do something like this.
Over the years when I have told this story, many people haven’t believed me, but it’s true as the sky is blue. Me and my brother were hiking out in our new backwoods (we had just moved in to a new house) and we stumbled upon a small open grass field. In the center of it, there was a person with a blue jacket crouched over. We thought it was a friend of ours that we had recently met, so I ran out to meet. I did not have my glasses on, but I got pretty close enough to see that it was a grown man leaned over the carcass of a deer, stabbing it with an unsharpened stick. He looked up, and saw me. I was pretty freaked out, so I turned around and yelled at my brother to run, and so we started to sprint as fast as we could back home.
A cage. Not like a trapping cage or anything but something that could easily hold 5-10 average sized people.
I was hiking in the mountains just above the house i lived in, at the time, in Missoula, Mt. Took maybe 45 minutes of walking, mostly uphill and without a path, to get to the spot. Round steel bars for the edges and rope instead of chain link for the walls and ceiling. It was all set up just on the far side of the ridgeline I was walking, so it couldn’t be seen I suppose.
Nothing around it, no foot prints or tire tracks or anything. The rope looked undamaged as well. No idea what it was for but it definitely creeped me the fuck out.
I once found the diary of a homeless person. In it he wrote over and over again about how his 3rd grade teacher was the only person to matter to him. The guy’s bad writing made it even weirder. I found the homeless person’s things in a secluded den in a park which look like he has been there for a while. He left his bag there and several empty cans. I left the journal there as it would have been wrong to take something not mine. But there was no way I wanted to meet this person based off of the writing.
Last year I was with a buddy of mine and we were going to do the Heart Creek scramble in Alberta, but due to some health conditions he has it was going too strenuous to complete and we figured we’d make it an easy day and just do the simple trail. Now we’re both climbers and have been to Heart Creek for rock climbing in the past and had a great time so it wasn’t a surprise to see the sporadic climbers on the mountainside as we went. Heart Creek is also pretty popular and easy for people who just want to go for a nice nature walk and maybe have picnic.
Anyway, so we walked in, enjoying the day watching climbers on our way by. We saw a couple even doing some multi-pitch climbing which means basically leap-frogging up the route. We settled in for lunch about a half hour later and left a couple hours after that. On our way back I remember seeing a climbing shoe in the creek and thinking “Oh! Someone must have lost this!” I picked it up when my buddy got my attention and I looked further downstream. Both climbers, a young man (29, or so, I learned later) and his partner were both lying the creek bed, rope and harnesses still attached, dead.
It was very surreal, we had seen these people climbing not two hours before, making their calls, having a good time. The first reaction I had was that I remembered that there was a family right behind us, a husband and wife with a young daughter who were playing in the creek on the way down. We ran back and stopped them and explained as quietly as we could what was ahead and before we knew it, looky-loo’s had come by. It turned out that the husband was an off duty RCMP officer and so he took control of the situation. I learned later we weren’t the first on scene and that the authorities had been called.
It was a very quiet ride back into town that day though.