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I posted this story on a hunting forum and figured since my MagCharger was involved I would post here, thought ya'll might enjoy.
Several years back my buddy and I were on a quail hunt/camp trip. We hunted the afternoon then settled into our normal routine of dinner and beers around the fire. Just before dusk we saw a boy scout troup hiking up the canyon that split from ours to the north. They did this a lot, there is a place to park a few miles to the east down the wash and they hike a few miles, set camp and leave in the morning. Around 11 that night we're standing around the fire dipping and spittin and smoking(cigars) and drinkin when we hear someone walking up the road. We quit talking and I light up the road off camp about 30 yards with my MagCharger and it's an old man in a tattered cowboy hat with long gray hair and beard walking along with a green backpack and walking staff with feathers hanging off it. He quietly walks by looking straight ahead never looking at us or even acknowledging us. Oh well, we have been known to venture out in the middle of the night and I have friends that will actually take a half hour walk when they get up in the middle of the night to take a whiz. He must be with the boy scouts and wanted some alone time, we think nothing of it.
The next morning while packing up camp we see a convoy of 3 sheriffs rigs and a fish and game truck driving up the road that leads up the canyon the boys scouts hiked up. We are obviously curious so we pack the truck and decide to drive down our canyon and up theirs to head out, the two meet at the top anyway. When we get to the scout camp all the kids were either in the sheriffs trucks or around them, a few looked very upset and crying. Theres a body in a sleeping bag on a pad but covered about 8 feet from the fire pit. Neatly placed near the body were boots a tattered old cowboy hat, green backpack and walking staff with feathers hanging from the top end.
A sheriff walks up to us and we inquire and ask if theres anything we can help with. No he says, one of their scout leaders died in his sleep. We tell him the story from the night before and offer that his late night trek may have done him in, he looks a little spooked and says the entire crew except the other leader tucked in around 10 and he went to bed at midnight saying the old man never moved once he went to sleep.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end everytime I remember that trip.
Several years back my buddy and I were on a quail hunt/camp trip. We hunted the afternoon then settled into our normal routine of dinner and beers around the fire. Just before dusk we saw a boy scout troup hiking up the canyon that split from ours to the north. They did this a lot, there is a place to park a few miles to the east down the wash and they hike a few miles, set camp and leave in the morning. Around 11 that night we're standing around the fire dipping and spittin and smoking(cigars) and drinkin when we hear someone walking up the road. We quit talking and I light up the road off camp about 30 yards with my MagCharger and it's an old man in a tattered cowboy hat with long gray hair and beard walking along with a green backpack and walking staff with feathers hanging off it. He quietly walks by looking straight ahead never looking at us or even acknowledging us. Oh well, we have been known to venture out in the middle of the night and I have friends that will actually take a half hour walk when they get up in the middle of the night to take a whiz. He must be with the boy scouts and wanted some alone time, we think nothing of it.
The next morning while packing up camp we see a convoy of 3 sheriffs rigs and a fish and game truck driving up the road that leads up the canyon the boys scouts hiked up. We are obviously curious so we pack the truck and decide to drive down our canyon and up theirs to head out, the two meet at the top anyway. When we get to the scout camp all the kids were either in the sheriffs trucks or around them, a few looked very upset and crying. Theres a body in a sleeping bag on a pad but covered about 8 feet from the fire pit. Neatly placed near the body were boots a tattered old cowboy hat, green backpack and walking staff with feathers hanging from the top end.
A sheriff walks up to us and we inquire and ask if theres anything we can help with. No he says, one of their scout leaders died in his sleep. We tell him the story from the night before and offer that his late night trek may have done him in, he looks a little spooked and says the entire crew except the other leader tucked in around 10 and he went to bed at midnight saying the old man never moved once he went to sleep.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end everytime I remember that trip.