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Not terribly spooky but it was horrifying for me...
>Summer of 2009
>Roughing it in the wilderness of central Idaho, getting away from it all and spending a week with just me, the beauty of nature, and vodka, n'awmean?
>Trekking through the woods early in the evening, shooting birds with my trusty Powerline 880 like I'm 12 again and soaking in the splendor of the forest when I hear a metallic rattling not so far off
>Make my way towards the source of the ruckus and find a fisher cat caught in a cage trap, motherfucker's pissed and thrashing about, trying to gnaw his way out
>First time I'd seen a fisher up close, stay awhile and poke it with a stick
>A gruff voice calls out from behind me, "That's my dinner!"
>Holy shit a fucking mountain man
>Coonskin hat, beard down to his chest, whole nine yards
>Once he learns I wasn't trying to take his hard earned food he immediately warms up, I figure I'm the only human being he's seen for possibly years
>We shoot the shit while heading back to my tent, enjoy vodka
>Turns out he'd severed ties with the outside world in 198fucking7
>Tell him all about the world today, how we won the Cold War and are still going strong, black president, 9/11, everything
>We get drunk off our ass, I remember heading back to his cave (he lived in a cave!), admiring his pelts, and drinking even more
>Wake up the next morning, stark fucking naked next to a mountain man at least thirty years my elder on a pile of pelts
>Gather my things, leave before he wakes up, pull down my camp and get the hell out of those woods
>Never return to central Idaho
I wish I could tell you this didn't happen. I really do.