Originally Posted by FrankTroutAngler
I recall a wildlife encounter that occurred a number of years ago that was most unusual. It was not so much unusual for what it was, but for how it came about.
I recall it was a Friday evening and I was sitting in my Lazy Boy thinking about where I was going to go trout fishing the following morning. All of a sudden a clear vision flashed into my brain of seeing a large black bear crossing the hollow in front of me from left to right while I walked back to my SUV after fishing all day on one of my favorite mountain streams. The premonition was so strong and vivid that I felt like it was almost real. Keep in mind that I had never seen a black bear in this watershed before.
The next day I fished the aforementioned stream, often thinking about the premonition as I fished. Shortly after beginning the nearly two-hour hike back to my vehicle, in an area where the hollow was wide – just like in my premonition – I looked ahead and, you guessed it, watched as a bear ambled across the hollow exactly like in my vision. Exactly.
The interesting thing is that I wasn’t stunned. I truly expected it to happen. The premonition was that strong. The only difference between seeing the bear and my premonition is that the bear in my premonition was larger than the one I saw, which I would guess at 150 pounds. Other than that it was identical, right down to the color of the springtime foliage and the distance the bear was from me.
This was an experience I’ll never forget.
By the way, I’ve had other premonitions come true. I recall a summer day when I was fishing a mountain stream about a mile and a half below a reservoir. From the time I began fishing and also off and on while I fished, I kept having a premonition that I would find a dead beaver. Now keep in mind that I had never found a dead beaver before or after this day, nor had I ever even seen a beaver on this stream. The premonition was strong though. I honestly felt it was going to happen.
Anyway, I fished the entire stream up to the right side of the base of the reservoir and never found a dead beaver. I decided to fish over to the left side of the plunge pool at the base of the overflowing waterfall. When I got to the far left, at the spot where I had to quit, there was, you guessed it, a dead beaver lying on top of some debris. It had probably washed over the dam in high water.
I’ll never forget this experience either.
Now, if the feeling I get every time I reach a certain spot on a tiny mountain stream -- the feeling that I'm going to find a stash of pure gold bars, ever comes true, then I'll really begin to wonder about these premonitions.
Very cool Frank. It's amazing how those premonitions work.
I've had a few similar occurrences, but none really that vivid.
There's a freestone stream that I've been fishing since 2004. It has a class A population of brook and brown trout. In 2010, I was there and I had this thought, "There's a good population of brooks and browns with the brookies outnumbering the browns, I might catch a wild tiger here." About three hours later, I did.
Another time, I was fishing a NC freestoner and it was getting dark. I thought about continuing to fish to see if I could catch a large brown after dark, but I got a foreboding feeling that something wasn't right and that I should get out of there, so I did. A few minutes later, I was walking up the road to my car and I heard a animal crashing through the underbrush. It was just upstream of where I had gotten out. I figured the only animal that would make that much noise is a bear. I caught a glimpse of it from the road and that's what it was. If I had continued fishing, I almost certainly would have run right into it.
This doesn't involve animals, but it is premonition-related. I was fishing a SC freestoner. The fishing was pretty good, but I got a incredibly powerful feeling that something wasn't right and I needed to get out of there. Since the feeling was so strong, I reeled up and left. There was a spot near a large tree that I really wanted to fish, but I left anyway. It was about 45 minutes upstream from where I quit. A little while after I drove out, a thunderstorm rolled in and there was a huge flash of lightning and a loud boom. I later found out that the lightning had hit the tree where I had planned to fish.