This is my first post and I've been reading this thread for the last 2 hours or so from beginning to end. Jonathan, please tell me you've been back again?! As somebody else said, if it is indeed a person doing this and you are quite sure he is doing it to scare you or to practise his tracking skills then be safe! But on the other hand I am really wanting you to go back there and lay some traps and perhaps catch this guy out.
This thread is fantastic so I may as well contribute.
I've wild camped by myself in the wilds of Scotland and a few overnighters in the Yorkshire Dales where I live. I can honestly say I've never had anything spooky or unexplained happened to me or any terrifying experiences. The only time I was frightened, and not for long mind you was when I was camping alongside a track, making my way towards Arrochar. I camped up opposite a large and sheer rocky outcrop with the track inbetween and Loch Long to my left, with waist high ferns to the back of my tent. At around 1am I was woke up by the sound of a girl screaming, short and shriek it was. I was quickly alert and I lay there in silence with eyes wide and my heart was racing. I kept my headtorch off. I heard a rustling to the right of my tent and I literally felt my senses go into overdrive and adrenaline pumped. I could feel my hair stand on end and my ears felt like they were almost twitching. 'Oh ****' I thought to myself. 'Someone is next to my tent'. Partly to shine some very dim light and to check the time, I looked at my watch and again I heard the rustling, again to the right but louder this time. Thoughts of brown underpants filled my head. I heard the shrieking noise again and that's when I realised how much of an idiot I was being. I heard the shrieking noise and at the end I heard a 'KAW, Kut!'.
It sounded EXACTLY like a scream but it wasn't, it was a bird call. My mind then went back to hours before when I was setting up camp and I looked to the top of the rocks and saw 4 large birds sat on there, calling between themselves. Okay, so it wasn't a girl screaming, panic over I thought to myself. But what about this rustling? And I was reaching for my headtorch I realised what the rustling was...it was me leaning over on a plastic bag that had worked its way under my sleeping mat whilst I was asleep! At that moment I literally let out a chuckle to myself, called myself a dickhead and then slept quite soundly till the morning.
Just goes to show, as soon as you let fear take over your mind turns to spuds! I've camped up on the moors and and the strange noises that birds and other wild animals make can seem scary at first but quickly you realise you are not the only living being out there.
Someone a few posts back also mentioned leaving a bothy because of things that go bump in the night. I've only ever stopped in two bothies and one (Meanach) was alone a few weeks ago. Quite small it is with a stone and wooden floored room and as soon as I entered it I felt a little uneasy, partly because its small and the little windows don't let in much light and also because I was remembering the silly stories of bothy ghosts I've read on the bloomin' internet! Cooked up and got in the sleeping bag and had a crap nights sleep, barely slept a wink. I kept hearing scraping noises and small thumps in the walls which I told myself was a mouse. I checked the bothy book the next morning and lo and behold it was full of comments about this courageous resident mouse that likes to steal slices of bread and bin bags off people. It was also blowing a gale outside which rattled the door like crazy and the rain battered on the thin roof, which didn't help! I can honestly say if I would have heard any hobnail boots that night I'd have got a fire going, curled in the corner and waited for morning!!
This thread is fantastic so I may as well contribute.
I've wild camped by myself in the wilds of Scotland and a few overnighters in the Yorkshire Dales where I live. I can honestly say I've never had anything spooky or unexplained happened to me or any terrifying experiences. The only time I was frightened, and not for long mind you was when I was camping alongside a track, making my way towards Arrochar. I camped up opposite a large and sheer rocky outcrop with the track inbetween and Loch Long to my left, with waist high ferns to the back of my tent. At around 1am I was woke up by the sound of a girl screaming, short and shriek it was. I was quickly alert and I lay there in silence with eyes wide and my heart was racing. I kept my headtorch off. I heard a rustling to the right of my tent and I literally felt my senses go into overdrive and adrenaline pumped. I could feel my hair stand on end and my ears felt like they were almost twitching. 'Oh ****' I thought to myself. 'Someone is next to my tent'. Partly to shine some very dim light and to check the time, I looked at my watch and again I heard the rustling, again to the right but louder this time. Thoughts of brown underpants filled my head. I heard the shrieking noise again and that's when I realised how much of an idiot I was being. I heard the shrieking noise and at the end I heard a 'KAW, Kut!'.
It sounded EXACTLY like a scream but it wasn't, it was a bird call. My mind then went back to hours before when I was setting up camp and I looked to the top of the rocks and saw 4 large birds sat on there, calling between themselves. Okay, so it wasn't a girl screaming, panic over I thought to myself. But what about this rustling? And I was reaching for my headtorch I realised what the rustling was...it was me leaning over on a plastic bag that had worked its way under my sleeping mat whilst I was asleep! At that moment I literally let out a chuckle to myself, called myself a dickhead and then slept quite soundly till the morning.
Just goes to show, as soon as you let fear take over your mind turns to spuds! I've camped up on the moors and and the strange noises that birds and other wild animals make can seem scary at first but quickly you realise you are not the only living being out there.
Someone a few posts back also mentioned leaving a bothy because of things that go bump in the night. I've only ever stopped in two bothies and one (Meanach) was alone a few weeks ago. Quite small it is with a stone and wooden floored room and as soon as I entered it I felt a little uneasy, partly because its small and the little windows don't let in much light and also because I was remembering the silly stories of bothy ghosts I've read on the bloomin' internet! Cooked up and got in the sleeping bag and had a crap nights sleep, barely slept a wink. I kept hearing scraping noises and small thumps in the walls which I told myself was a mouse. I checked the bothy book the next morning and lo and behold it was full of comments about this courageous resident mouse that likes to steal slices of bread and bin bags off people. It was also blowing a gale outside which rattled the door like crazy and the rain battered on the thin roof, which didn't help! I can honestly say if I would have heard any hobnail boots that night I'd have got a fire going, curled in the corner and waited for morning!!
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