Weester, Not arguing the theroy, 'cept to say that most American Indians have near zero facial hair. But......long long head hair, not combed and hanging over thier face.......maybe.
Now the Okie story, only 'cause you all begged for it.
Guy I worked with claimed that a few of his graduating class kids had a party out on a river somewhere in Oklahoma. (sorry don't remember the local) There were about 10-15 of them. They were just walking along the river bank doin' what high school grads do on thier last day, and some big rocks came FLYING over the tall trees along the river. They would land in the water. There was 40-50 ft. between the trees and the waters edge. He said they were small rocks at first. Softball size rocks. They thought it was class mates playing tricks on them. They kept walking along chatting and yelling at them to stop throwing rocks. The further along they walked, the closer the rocks came to them. Then the size of the rocks started getting bigger. Eventually the size of BOULDERS that were bigger than any man could possibly throw. THAT freaked them all out and they started RUNNING! The rocks kept coming closer and closer to them as they ran. As they came out through the trees, they were standing in an open field and there was NOTHING, NO ONE! What ever it was, it was no where to be seen. They all RAN to their cars/trucks, and some huge rocks came flying out of the trees towards them. The co-worker telling the story had goose bumps on his arms as he re-told it 8 or so years later. He had NO idea what it was throwing rocks or rather BOULDERS at them. He had heard that Big Foots have been known to throw rocks at people, or it was space aliens, he just didn't know.
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Cryptomundo Rock-Throwing Sasquatch?
As a kid, my wife saw an ENTIRE tree shaking when she came walking out of the woods. To this day it freaks her out talking about it.
Another co-worker went bear hunting out in the middle of NO-where! He was 50-60 miles from anywhere and off the road out on a forrest service road. It was about 2:00am by the time he had got to the area he wanted to camp for the night. He and his buddy got out of the truck to set up a campsite in the middle of the service road. When all of a sudden an guy, with long facial beard, long hair, not much for clothing on, came walking out of the deep forrest, walked right past them, then walked up the side of an embankment cut out from the road, and they said "Hey, how's it going?" the guy didn't respond at all and just kept walking and walked up the STEEP hillside like a mountain goat, and walked straight into the deep, DEEP dark forrest. Out here, in the Cascade range, you can't walk ten feet in the woods. There is soo much underbrush that there just isn't a pathway to go. The two guys looked at each other, and INSTANTLY jumped into their truck and Hauled AZZ back down the road a few miles before they slept inside the cab of the truck for the night. (taking turns sleeping, with a .300 Win. Mag on their lap with the safety OFF!
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) He said never seen anyone like that EVER again, and he spends more time in the woods than anyone I know.
Maybe that is one of those guys that Weester is talking about.
Come on guys.......More stories!
Me? Never seen anything odd in all the years of hunting. But, I usually bird hunt and sleep in a motel.
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You know.....Roughin' it. I have camped out in the middle of nowhere and woke up with all kinds of critter tracks around my tent. That was pretty cool. I've stepped into a rattlesnake pit, once, too. That was scariest moment of my hunting experiences. Pretty boring, which is good, I guess.