Weird in the mystery theatre vein...
Another thread brought this to mind for me.
More years ago than I care to remember I was in a well known local forest with two friends, brothers, not outdoor types.
We'd no real gear with us at all save sleeping bags (and in one case a Manchester United quilt) as we'd intended a night on the beer followed by sleeping in a local hostel type thing. Well out of the holiday season, it was nearly always completely empty. This particular weekend there was a Bible Revival thing happening in the hostel. No room at the inn. Rather than head home we elected to sleep in the forest which was quite close by.
Now, as I said, no kit... Save the usual contents of my pockets. Which usefully amounted to a Leatherman, AA Maglight and a lighter. A brief stop at the cornershop scored some tins of beans, a bottle of water, teabags and milk, beer, binliners and string. In concert with what we could find "in the wild" this made for all the essentials for a different but reasonably comfortable night in the boonies for the lads who didn't normally do silly things like that.
Anyway, shelter up, fire lit, sleeping bag covers made, myself and one of the brothers walked back down to the car for the food and beer - no load carrying equipment enforced two trips. It was obvious that the place we'd parked was a local lovers lane and there were quite few people "parked".
I didn't think anymore about it, and we headed back to camp for food, beer and fireside revellry.
After a few hours, the brother who owned the car stareted to worry a bit about the safety of the vehicle with all the other people who had been about the car park. He wanted to check the car and wanted me to go with him, but every time we left the campfire, he'd get about 100 yds and refuse to go any further "in case we got lost". Neither would his brother, they refused to leave the primordal safety of the fire.
So muggins here elected to head down and do the job solo. It was only about a ten/fifteen minute stroll, all off path. Just about in the middle of the journey I came upon two persons, both big chaps, absolutely stereotypical bikers, though no colours in evidence, struggling with what was obviously a very heavy, very big package. As soon as they saw me, minimag in hand they stopped dead and stared, completely silent. I did exactly the same. We stared at each other for... I don't know how long, but just at the point where I was considering saying something like "nice evening chaps" and passing on my way, they turned tail and ran... So did I. They dropped whatever it was they were having so much difficulty in carrying.
I got as far as the camp and was just, excitedly, relating what had happened when there was a single, long note blown on a horn of some sort... Like an atonal hunting horn.
Instant total sobriety and serious lack of desire to sleep. We sat there until light, struck the camp, taking every sign we'd ever been there and hightailed it out of Dodge. I considered a couple of times going to investigate the "package" and tried to interest the other pair in accompanying me, I wasn't altoghether disappointed when they refused. There was no sign of it the following morning.
Another thread brought this to mind for me.
More years ago than I care to remember I was in a well known local forest with two friends, brothers, not outdoor types.
We'd no real gear with us at all save sleeping bags (and in one case a Manchester United quilt) as we'd intended a night on the beer followed by sleeping in a local hostel type thing. Well out of the holiday season, it was nearly always completely empty. This particular weekend there was a Bible Revival thing happening in the hostel. No room at the inn. Rather than head home we elected to sleep in the forest which was quite close by.
Now, as I said, no kit... Save the usual contents of my pockets. Which usefully amounted to a Leatherman, AA Maglight and a lighter. A brief stop at the cornershop scored some tins of beans, a bottle of water, teabags and milk, beer, binliners and string. In concert with what we could find "in the wild" this made for all the essentials for a different but reasonably comfortable night in the boonies for the lads who didn't normally do silly things like that.
Anyway, shelter up, fire lit, sleeping bag covers made, myself and one of the brothers walked back down to the car for the food and beer - no load carrying equipment enforced two trips. It was obvious that the place we'd parked was a local lovers lane and there were quite few people "parked".
I didn't think anymore about it, and we headed back to camp for food, beer and fireside revellry.
After a few hours, the brother who owned the car stareted to worry a bit about the safety of the vehicle with all the other people who had been about the car park. He wanted to check the car and wanted me to go with him, but every time we left the campfire, he'd get about 100 yds and refuse to go any further "in case we got lost". Neither would his brother, they refused to leave the primordal safety of the fire.
So muggins here elected to head down and do the job solo. It was only about a ten/fifteen minute stroll, all off path. Just about in the middle of the journey I came upon two persons, both big chaps, absolutely stereotypical bikers, though no colours in evidence, struggling with what was obviously a very heavy, very big package. As soon as they saw me, minimag in hand they stopped dead and stared, completely silent. I did exactly the same. We stared at each other for... I don't know how long, but just at the point where I was considering saying something like "nice evening chaps" and passing on my way, they turned tail and ran... So did I. They dropped whatever it was they were having so much difficulty in carrying.
I got as far as the camp and was just, excitedly, relating what had happened when there was a single, long note blown on a horn of some sort... Like an atonal hunting horn.
Instant total sobriety and serious lack of desire to sleep. We sat there until light, struck the camp, taking every sign we'd ever been there and hightailed it out of Dodge. I considered a couple of times going to investigate the "package" and tried to interest the other pair in accompanying me, I wasn't altoghether disappointed when they refused. There was no sign of it the following morning.