Scary camping stories

[gavman]

So who has something to tell???

[Neoworm]

You first Danny. I'll bet you got some good ones.

[SizzleChest]

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[gavman]

Labatts died a long time ago for me :finger_1:

That's classic, now get serious...

[jeeper]

There was once a time I went camping with this guy named Danny -----







The HORROR ---The HORROR-----










Well there was a camping trip where we were up in the Chilcko area ! Tenting it on a fishing trip ! Cabin wall tents .I woke up in the middle of the night to a bunch of splashin in the water just out from shore ,Usin my mag light i was able to see a Grizz possibly goin after fish? Whatever he was doin he was far to close to me and the camp for my likin and I didnt have any of my guns along :( Sure feels a lot safer when your packin .

The rest of the nights sleep was not very good !


Bruce

[SecretAgentMan]

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[gavman]

someone just got serious....

[physcofreerider]

Well i was with my dad when i was 15 i think up near Canim Lake at 100mile house. And we heard this fast thumping and it was getting louder and close, we glance to our left and its 3 Mule Deer charging right at us. I was like what the hell is going on here then it clicked on me holy crap these things are running right at me, better get behind somthing. What do i do? I put a plastic lawn chair between me and the 3 deer running at me then they bank left run away haha. Scary? well a little, it was 3 large wild animals that are unpredictable.

[jeeper]

Ive got another one !


They always say it isnt a fire until your afraid of it :)


I had one of those fires !



An area that we always went family campin was a dammed lake --so each year in the spring there was always a lot of work clearin the beach for camping spots as it was pilled up with the winter wood ! The first part was cutting enough of the drift wood to actually set up a tent and then cutting pathways to the other areas where people were camping and clearing a big area for common kitchen area !



It was even more loaded with drift wood one year and we set to work cuttin and clearing ,, as we would be using this spot for the rest of the year any effort was well worth it and each trip out over the year we would clear more !


So with that in mind we started a burn pile ,,for all the crap woods ,, and started a pile for the wood we would be cuttin up as the summer went on for fire wood !



Problem was there was far to much wood ---------our burn pile ended up catching the pile of wood that we had been putting aside for the rest of the summer and it all went up !

Good thing we were well down away from the timber on a gravel beach where this fire and pile was blazin !

We couldnt stand within 50 ft of this fire --all the time worrying that all the drift loggs on the beach were going to go up and possibly startin a fire into the forrest a fair ways away .

That was a scarey campin time ---bruce

[Neoworm]

well not really a camping story per se, but a few years ago 3 buddies and I decided to do a one day ascent of the Northeast butress of Mt. Slesse.

So we booked a helo to drop us off at the base of the ridge so we could travel light. Normally you bring some overnight bivi gear and maybe some crampons and a tool if the pocket glacier is still in.

Since we were getting dropped off by chopper and doing it in a day we left all that crap behind. Well the pocket glacier had slid out that year leaving 20 to 30 deg. exposed slabs with a 1000ft drop at the bottom. The pilot tries to drop us off on the slabs near the butress but the angle is way to steep. After a few tries and scaring the crap out of us he spots a remnant piece of ice about the size of a soccer field hanging on to the slabs. It has a bit of a flat pot on top. He says "I'll set you boys down over there" before we have a chance to protest he's hovering 12 inches over the thing saying "OK get out!"

So we jump out and watch him fly away. There we are, standing on a skating rink with no crampons and no ice axes going "How the F&*k are we going to get off this thing. It's a good 10 to 15 ft drop from the surface of the ice down to the slabs and the slab is steep enough that if you blow the landing your not going to stop till you hit the valley a thousand feet below.

To make a very long story short we did some pretty sketchy manouvering involvin lots of butt sliding, stabbing our nut tools in the ice, pocket knives etc. to get off of it. We start to make our way across the slabs towards the butress. When we are about 500 or so feet away from the thing we start to hear what sounds like a jet firing up it's engines next to us. We look back and the entire field of ice that we were just on is sliding down towards the cliff and the valley below.

The four of us turned around and RAN towards the butress and didn't stop till we got tto the base of it. Nobody said anything for about 3 hours after that. We just geared up and started climbing.

That isn't quite the end of that epic either but I'm sick if typing.

[jeeper]

Thats a good one neo !

Did a bunch of climbin when i was younger so i do understand what you were dealin with !

[lornix]

This one involves my brother in law and a black bear.

He had gone for a crud about 1/4 mile from camp when all of a sudden there is this yelling and the sound of someone crashing through the brush. Everyone jumps up and suddenly here comes Mike through the trees with his pants down around his ankles and his wang flapping in the wind with a big old black bear hot on his tail.

Mike's eyes were the size of plates and the bear looked pissed! Once the bear realized there was a whole campsite full of people he turned away and disappeared and Mike high-tailed it for his camper.

Funniest part is that the ****er still had the beer in his hand that he had left with 10 minutes earlier!

It was like something out of a bad camping comedy. The bear was not seen again and Mike drove the 30 or so km out to finish his crap in piece.

[sticki_niki]

hiking mt robson when i was 13/14 ish.. i set my tent up aways from the main camp area. so it was a bit of a walk down a small path through the bushes to get to it.. it was later at night and i was calling it bed time before the rest of the group.. so with out my flash light im making my way down the trail surrounded by thick bush when mamma bear and baby bear walk across the path right in front of me..(they must of been on a mission cuz they didn't even stop or look at me) some choice words went through my head and i started to walk backwards a couple steps and then headed straight back to the fire.. i guess it wasn't bed time, got a second wind.. when i did go back to bed i slept a little uneasy that night.. Doesn't seem to scary, but it was for me at the time...

[canucksafari]

This was quite a while ago when I was a teenager and picking huckleberries at Silver Hill between Tulameen and the Coq (the highway didn't exist then). Anyways, the berries were really good that year and the bushes were loaded. My friend and I had a quick look around to check for bears but didn't see any. For safety we decided it was best if we stuck near by each other. After an hour or so I decided to see how he was doing on the other side of a big bush. Well I came around the side of the bush and there was a big blackie as content as could be gobbling down berries. I dropped my bucket and slowly walked backwards while feeling like I was about to drop a load. Funny thing, that bear didn't give a damn about me and probably knew I was on the other side of the bush the whole time. And my good buddy who was supposed to be watching my back? Well he decided to go back to the truck for a break.

[Dan]

There was this time camping at chipmunk creek where a friend of mine had gone to bed early, and a bunch of drunks partying across from him came over, started yelling at him to give up his beer, and then they all grabbed the picnic table and flipped it over onto his tent, while he was in it. We're talking enough drunk guys to flip one of those forestry picnic tables over.

Thats pretty scary.

He managed to get out and run to our camp. Four of us went over with two trucks to gather up all his stuff, but we couldn't manage to get the tent from under the picnic table. Had to retreive it in the morning when we winched the picnic table back over.

[lars]

well not really a camping story per se, but a few years ago 3 buddies and I decided to do a one day ascent of the Northeast butress of Mt. Slesse.

The bear stories have been great, but your story...wow.

...lars

[Damaged]

About 16 years ago I was up camping with a group of people at Davis Lake. Around midnight another group of drunks showed up with a stolen car. They started picking fights with everyone including me. I ended up rolling around on the ground trying to get this one guy, who was loosing, to stop coming back for more. We ended up in the lake with my hands firmly clamped on his throat, chocking him hopefully into stopping. My buddies pulled me off of him and they stayed away for awhile. I was pretty hammered and ended up going to bed when shortly later, they started up again. I remember some of my group coming into my tent advising that we should pack up and drive away. Well at 3 in the morning and very drunk there was no way I was in any shape to do that and promptly fell back asleep.

I woke up at 6:00am to the sound of someone opening the hood of my Jeep. I stuck my head out of the tent and yelled at them, same guy I had the fight with. They started coming over to my tent saying the wanted the keys and were chucking big rocks at me and the tent. That's when I realized that almost all of the tents in our group were gone! Way far over was one of my closest buddies who's a big guy as well but went to bed really early. They didn't realize that he was part of our group. He heard me having words with these other two and came out, mad as hell and they decided to take off. Seems they were pissed because they misplaced their jacket with Acid in it and thought we stole it. The last words they said were "Let's go home and grab the guns..."

Well that was all I needed to hear so we packed up and split to Harison.

I don't really blame the rest of the group, they were scared and their women wanted out. They did call the cops but they said they wouldn't do anything.
A week later I get a call from a Cop wanting me to pick them out of a line up. They didn't give a $hit about the assault or our well being they wanted to nail the guy for stealing the car.
The one guy was pyscho. Tattoo of a Tiger ripping out of his chest. Pretty hard to shut him down when he was high on Acid.
Times like those really put a downer on future backwoods trips.

[Lone Ranger]

That Slesse story's INSANE!

Funny enough, for all the years of camping and wheeling none really stand out to me as being insanely scary. I've chased blackies out of camp with pots and pans, and stood eye to eye with them when fishing (that got my heart racing), been frozen, most of the way drowned, heat stroke, been stuck in the bush for days on end waiting for a tug, but other than that I've always mostly enjoyed the overall experience.

Probably the worst experience was 20 Mile Bay a few years ago, we stumbled across 3 drunk Surrey chicks stuck in a ditch. After pulling them out we set up camp and it ended up turning into an all night fight involving about 75% of the campers, one pellet gun (and Cam - Cuziwashigh - getting shot), and a lynch mob who kicked them out of the campsite at 3 am. That just sucked though, they were extremely obnoxious and annoying and wouldn't listen to anyone. We left for the Caroline Mines the next morning and still had a good weekend.

Probably the scariest for me was out wheeling alone in my '86 Toy up at Jone Lake looking for the Bluechip mines. I took the wrong turn and ended up on a shelf road (more like goat path) and it gave out under me (you know, one of those many situations where one should get out and check but decide to just go instead. Well, I'm infamous for them..). I pinned the throttle and managed to get the front tires over a large root and they dug in. The rear tire walked over the edge and the diff dug in which stopped the truck from going further. When I opened the door I was looking down a 100' cliff, and had to climb out over the truck. The winch pulled the truck back up alright, but the worst part was when I came back down and looking at this knowing I was basically f*cked for getting past it. I eased onto some rocks on the uphill side and tried crawling it, but half way over it started to tip (rocks were pretty big, ground was soft on the other side) so I pinned the throttle and bounced across the rocks to safety. I basically skipped along there on the two right tires looking down the cliff... It was only about 25' long but enough to get my heart racing. I don't care about rolling a truck, but doing it down a cliff is slightly beyond my comfort zone!

I've been forced to pull the shotgun out once and lean it against the truck as a message to someone who was looking for a fight/possibly steal my truck forcibly, been stalked by cougars lots (a couple up by 100 Mile, a few up the Ashnola area), tons of close calls on FSRs both with cars and commercial traffic, lots of close calls on the quad. I dunno, just part of being in the outdoors I guess. LR

[Burnabyburnout]

Scary is that Like something Like Running out of toilet Paper Way out in the Bush LOL:cwm24: :omg:

[canucksafari]

Scary is that Like something Like Running out of toilet Paper Way out in the Bush LOL:cwm24: :omg:

That is only scary if the only available wiping material is pine needles.:laugh

[4WDarren]

I'd sooner use the shirt off my back.

(thats why you dress in layers....:redneck )

[PoliticalPuppet]

Great stories, but the one where there's an avalanche is terrifying to me, nature doesn't say 'sorry'...glad everyone was ok in the end with that one.

I have one that's kinda interesting, maybe not as scary as some, but neat all the same.
My family has a ranch on the way to Spence's Bridge, just outside of Merritt, and there's a fire lookout tower/cabin at the top of the mount my Dads ranch is at, anyways we've spent a lot of time up there before and since shooting targets, overnight bar-b-qs ect, ect.
One night we had some relatives come thru and stay at the ranch and I suggested to my 'bike wannabe thug-like' brother in law we maybe go and camp up at the lookout cabin and stay the night, they thought that would be great and we started to load my Dads 4x.
As we were my father pulled me aside and asked me if I was armed at all or even had any bear bombs/scares at the very least, I of course said no and he proceeded to hand me a pack of 8 Bear Bombs that emit pepper spray as well as a loud 'report'.
I should have known when he handed me a full pack there was something up, but as foolish as I was we soldiered on.
After an uneventful climb to the top, a nice dinner we decided to pitch a tent and let our guests use the cabin as it wasn't big enough for 2 couples (one huge biker wannabe fat snoring slob) and gear.
Around 3am we in the tent (my wife and I) realized we had company, but I couldn't tell at all what it was, except to say it was tall, and wide...so, out I lobbed a bear bomb, with a huge report and a modest spray of pepper, mag light on I scanned thru the slightly opened tent zipper, not seeing anything but still hearing the intruder close, I prepared more ordinance, my wife had the idea to take some rapid fire camera shots with my pocket Pentax as I lobbed 3 more bombs, which have totally awoken and terrorized my 'city slicker' in-laws, who by now are screaming in terror and demanding to leave, as soon as the fog cleared my wife and I dash to the cabin, quickly load our gear from the cabin, left the tent till the morning and at my sister in-laws request ("drive me now or I'm walking down you *******!" :violin ) we bounce our way down the mount in record time only to be greeted with uncontrollable laughter and ridicule from my father and his posse, and I have yet to live down the fact hes used 4 bombs in 10yrs and I used 4 in 4hrs on the hill...all the while we have forgot about the pics my wife snapped during combat, until I scrolled thru and found this: :cwm24:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v654/Dremon/Picture174.jpg

It took me about 5seconds to wire the camera to my fathers prized big screen TV, and it seemed to stop the laughter, to be replaced with 4 old hunters trying to tell me what kind of beast I had escaped, and they were using the distance between the eyes to judge it buy...real cool stuff, we now use this pic and the story (greatly supported by our in laws wild tales and genuine terror about the Lion/Gorilla/Sasquatch/whatever they fought off and saved us from :shakehead: ) to scare and tease our younger relatives with, as well as my father he seems to encourage it all because it makes for great fun when we the kids visit. :poke:

Anyways, its not escaping an avalanche or wrestling Griz but it was fun and a little spine tingling all the same.
BTW, I never seen any sign of the tent/bedding again and in my best estimates the eyes are 5-10 feet over a steep cliff edge (making it 8 to 13 feet tall) or standing in the middle of 3 huge fog clouds of a now banned animal pepper, either way it makes me more then a little curious...not scared!
I said curious dammit!
:cwm25:

Awsome thread,
Thanks for reading,

Puppet.
:beer_cheers:

[Lone Ranger]

I vote for Sasquatch :clown That's a cool pic though. LR

[90si]

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THE HORROR !

[lornix]

I have one that's kinda interesting ...

That's a great story! I love the picture ha ha ha that just sets it all off nicely. That must have made your hair stand up when you saw the picture hehehe.

Stupid Sasquatches

:beer_cheers::beer_cheers:

[Bronco Boy]

This one time, at band camp..........


Ba, you guys don't want to hear it. :laugh :laugh :laugh :laugh :laugh :laugh

[ChrisL]

For me, it was a couple of years ago on the Whipsaw. We drank all of our Long Island Ice Tea mix in the first night. We had to drive for an hour until we found a high point with cell reception. We finally managed to contact Lars (who was coming up that day) and got him to bring a few more bottles. Now that was scary :cwm25:

Chris.

[Fordthunder]

puppet i think that was a great story.. the picture is the best part.. :beer_cheers:

[Gunngee_.300]

Here is my scary camping story (my dads actually). This happened in the late 70’s maybe 1980. I was too young to remember this so I’m just relaying what my dad said happened. We were on our way to Terrace to visit my uncle. There were 5 of us, my mom, dad, 2 sisters and me. We were just outside of Prince George somewhere and it was getting late so my dad found a place to pull off and sleep for the night. It was a small gravel pit with a little lake. We had a bite to eat then went to bed. The next morning my dad woke up to hear a vehicle idling outside, when he looked out the window he saw a cube van on the side of the road facing like he was coming FROM Prince George (heading north). He thought nothing of it and soon it pulled in and parked about 50 yards away from our camper. My dad got up being the early riser that he is and walked over to say hello. When he said his “good morning” apparently he startled the 3 men walking about he van. They then had a brief conversation in which my dad asked where they were heading to which one of them replied “Vanvouver” (heading south). My dad thought nothing of it and figured he would go back to the camper and grab the fly rod and do a little morning fishing. After fishing for about 15 minutes one of the guys came down with a fishing rod and tackle box and TRIED to fish as well. My dad noticed that everything in the tackle box including the rod still had price tags. Once again my dad thought nothing of it. He kept fishing and every once in a while he would look over at this guy and not once did he get his line in the water all he managed to do was create a massive ball of tangled line all the while moving closer and closer to my dad. My dad moved a few paces away from the guy but he kept working himself closer to my dad. After about moving away about 3 times the alarm bells went off in his head. He reeled in his line and walked back to the camper and woke my mom up and told her to not ask any questions just get us kids up and go for a walk and wait for him on the other side of the lake. Once we were gone my dad pulled out his .300 opened the lever action and loaded the rotary magazine with 5 shots and layed it down on the front seat of our truck with the doors open. The 3 men witnessing my dad do all of this promptly got back in the van and drove away.

[Dukeoflawnchair]

Not particularly scary, but pretty damn funny. Not particularly camping either, but tree planting.

A number of years back, when I was younger and bendy-er, I was a tree planter. This one summer, there was one token Aussie girl on the crew who always had to be the loudest, most obnoxious, and one up on absolutely everyone else.

One day, she had this brilliant idea that she would go into town and buy a bear suit, hide behind a slash pile, and scare someone. She had the perfect guy picked out. He was VERY pro animal rights, abhored the use of bear mace or bear guns, etc.

Don't ask me where she got it or how much it cost, but she did. She went to town one day off and found a bear suit. Realistic too, I was impressed!

So the day came. She was waiting behind a slash pile for this fellow to come around the corner. When he did, she jumped up and charged.


















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BANG!

Shovel to the face, knocked unconscious, flat on her back, on the ground.

She didn't even know what hit her. That definitely mellowed her down a notch. He felt soo incredibly bad about it...

[brian468]

I had another bear encounter yesterday, to me it was actually scarier then the other times I actually saw the bear up in my face because this time I couldn`t see it.


I was doing some winter steelhead fishing in idaho over the weekend with some friends before I left for floriduh and decided to hit the river one more time before i left for home, I hiked in caught one a little too dark for my liking and proceeded to head out, thats when I heard all the noise in the bush, I was hoping it was something a lil more friendly but when I saw a 10 inch diameter fir get pushed over like a toothpick a while later I got my answer, the next 8 hours were spent walking a few steps at a time to go 2 lousy miles because whenever i`d move the furry bastard would move to get a better view of his entree for the evening.

[cameron_g]

I was once camping on the sunshine coast under the stars, I suddenly woke to a heavy pressure on my stomach and to my surprise it was a black bear walking over my, lucky for me it was scared of me and got the hell out of there. I slept in the tent the rest of the weekend.

[JaredC]

I was once camping on the sunshine coast under the stars, I suddenly woke to a heavy pressure on my stomach and to my surprise it was a black bear walking over my, lucky for me it was scared of me and got the hell out of there. I slept in the tent the rest of the weekend.

You probably scared him more than he scared you! haha keep it safe.

[lornix]

Ha ha ha stupid bears. We almost need a thread just for bear stories.

Last summer I was out at Wood lake, it was a Thursday night and I had gone up early myself to score a campsite for the family. It was late when I got there, maybe 10:30 pm and I just went about setting up camp as I have done a thousand times. There was no one else in the entire place I was there alone.

At about 1am I here a really loud bang about 30 yards away. I recognize the sound as being the garbage bin lid and instantly my hackles go up. No one here but me, and nothing in the woods that can rattle one of those things except a bear, so I knew there was one VERY close by. Pitch black too and just my campfire going and I had no gun with me.

So I just sat tight for a minute as usually the bears will just move off, but a few minutes later I hear a rather large branch snap about 20 yards to my right - the bugger had been circling me for a better look. Well, that was all I needed. I got into my Jeep and fired it up, turned on all the lights and tried to get a look into the bush to see it.

I never did see the bugger, but daylight saw tracks at the end of the campsite - he was within 10 yards at one point.

I was pretty happy to see my family roll in at around 2am and my son with the shotgun and 30.-06 :D