Not exactly camp but still a good read, Thanks to Byrd074 for this.
about being scared while geting to stand [Re: delhunter] Byrd074 Byrd074
Loc: Lancaster Co.
Delhunter, not sure if it was me you were thinking of but i wrote this true story(with added affects)in the Spirit forum. If not the same one hope you get a full laugh from it....especially since this weekend is Halloween!!
Now i have a huge imagination and i love horror movies. Which might not be the best thing for a hunter who goes strolling around the woods in the darkness. But this happened to me this past Saturday so i thought i could share it with you guys plus add some touches of what goes through my mind at times. It seems the woods can be a bit eerie at times..........
“Whoa, what was that?” I say to myself as I am easing into position at the base of my tree. The moon is high and the clouds are thick, swiftly blowing across the sky in the pre-dawn darkness. I hear the crunch of a four-legged animal off in the distance. Or is it a hairy cross between man and mythical beast? A scene from The Howling enters my mind. In the distance I hear a train screeching, rumbling making such noises that I have never heard. Dogs have taken to the end of their chains, neck hairs on full alert only to run back into the safety of their lairs cowering from sense and smell. I slowly climb into my climber, taking one last look around the moonlit darkness. Shapes and figures appear to me as alien invaders as scary as the coat rack in my bedroom when I was boy. But of course they are just trees…….right?
I quickly ascend the tree knowing full well that Pumpkinhead is lurking just out of sight and waiting to attack at just the right moment. The blood begins to flow and adrenaline pumps as I am exposing my back to the world of the unknown, just waiting for the darkness to grab me. I finally reach the pinnacle of my ascent. I shine my head lamp down to the base of the tree fully expecting to see some ghoulish creature climbing up my rope. I yank on the rope to pull up my bow and bag and it does not budge. “What the world?” I say to myself. As I shine down I see a boney, crinkled old hand holding onto my bag. It won’t let go!! But alas, after a few yanks the old rotten branch gives way. Or did the creature just let go?
I sit in the dark listening for the sounds of other worlds that we all know lurk in the darkness. I remember my dad telling me as a boy, “There isn’t anything in the woods in the dark that isn’t there during the day.” But who is he to tell me what is real and unreal? So I sit and wait and wait for the horrible misshapen creatures to attack. I am ever ready, just waiting and waiting.
I hear the rustling in my bag. I think to myself what is that? Is it a leaf in the tree? No. It must be a vine or something swaying in the breeze. I listen harder and harder. It is coming from my backpack! No way can this be happening. Slowly I bring my pack around and place it in my lap. I see a shape moving under the material of the front pocket. Breathing heavily I slowly unzip the pocket. Of course it is going to be some sort of horrible evil that I unleash out of my bag. I take a deep breath and look inside for this fiendish creature to be unleashed into my world. The attack is inevitable. I am waiting for………for……for…………
For the evil field mouse that was munching on and old granola bar from Spring Turkey! Lord only knows how he got in there but he was there.