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Years ago, working as a summer cook in Yellowstone Park, I would arise at 3:00 AM to log some miles before openeing the kitchen at 5:00 AM. The cabin I lived in had no electricity and there were no lights within about 800 meters. One run, after just starting out on a moonless night, I tripped over some large object in the trail. Reaching back to se what it was, I discovered that it was a bison sleeping in the trail. It sort of grunted, I took off sprinting. More frightening still, one afternoon run on some remote trails with alders and short pines dense on either side, I caught some movement in the brush off to my right. It was a sow Grizzly about 3 feet from me heading across the trail. I froze, she looked at me and sniffed the air. I slowly walked backwards while talking to her to let her know that I was a human. Got about 50 meters down the trail when she moved out of the brush and into full view. A few seconds later, two cubs scrambled across the trail followed shortly by mom. Scared the pee out of me. |
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Me and some guys on my team where running in the woods at our school and we saw a wild turkey. Me and the other fastest guy on the team sprinted after it, we followed it for about a quarter mile(it was much faster than us), then suddenly it turned around and charged us. It scared the crap out of us so we turned around and sprinted the other way, when I stopped and turned around the thing was gone. It wasn't that we were really scared of the thing, it was just so unexpected that it would do something like that. |
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This is not as cool as a lot of these but it was unexpected. I was running in northern California along a highway when I saw these two zebras just standing there in a field. They ran up this hill and then just stood there looking at me. I looked right back at them and had a bit of a staring contest. |
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Zebra's? Haha. That's awesome. |
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yeah, but no one believed me when I got back to our campsite... except this one girl who saw them earlier. |
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not running related...but a buddy of mine and i were hiking up a couple of mountain trails in Palmer, AK this past August, which is about 45 miles from Anchorage. well, anyway, it was really rainy and dreary, but as we were making our way out of the final trail, we saw this couple humping doggy style!! and it was maybe only 500m from the start of the trail. also, what i don't get is that there is only one entrance to that trail and when we got there, ours was the only car, so they must have known people were in the trail. well, i just said "what's up dude" and they didn't even seem to rush to hide themselves. the dude just pulled his shirt over his girl. as we were leaving the entrance trail, another couple were coming in with their dog. we decided that the humpers would be back at it, so we just said hello to the new couple with the dog and let them discover the other two on their own. pretty funny in all. we had a good time. |
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Somebody said something about C4 being a "stable" explosive, using evidence that you could drop it out of a building and it wouldn't explode as evidence. Atomic bombs and nuclear weapons do not detonate by simply dropping them on the ground, they must be armed, and a complicated chemical reaction must take place for them to explode. C4 simply requires an action to detonate it. A MUCH simpler action. Hell, they use it for rifles and stuff, it can't be that complicated. All it takes is a small, timed charge to set it off. I wish I was still in touch with the kids that made the rocket. It's not like they timed it perfectly, it ran into the ground before it blew up. They weren't geniuses, but they could detonate a C4 cannister. Now, I have to contribute something new to this thread. Once, I was warming up for a workout around my soccer field in high school when a car, going about 20 miles an hour, slammed headlong into a stone wall about 20 yards away from me. The driver and passenger were obviously heavily sedated, and they didn't appear too worried about the damage. They were arrested for driving under the influence. They didn't even attempt to turn, they just drove straight into it. Quite bizarre. |
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Got chased by an emu in Mansfield, GA at Charlie Elliott nature preserve! Craziest thing I ever saw. 2 days later a rabid racoon attacked me a couple of miles away. It wasn't my week with mother nature. |
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Okay, I've got two stories -- high school and college: High School: My freshman year running high school cross country for Punxsutawney in Pennsylvania we had a great team of upper-classman (finished 2nd in states). At the end of the first day of practice, I was pretty damn intimidated by the team, but thought the coach seemed pretty easy-going. While waiting for my dad to pick me up after practice, I am just standing there with one other kid from the team (a senior) talking to the coach. A motorcycle can be heard from down over the hill. My coach looks at both of us and says, "just a minute." He takes over running toward the sound of the motorcycle. The Senior on the team looks at me and says, "come on." We go running after the coach a good 400-600 meters behind. By the time we get down to the bottom of the hill and around the bend, a motorcycle is laying on the ground, my coach has some kid pinned on the ground with his knee resting on his chest, and is saying to him, "I told you to keep your piece of shit bike off of the cross country course." College (this is a great one): I transferred to IUP (D2 college in PA) my junior year. They have a tradition of doing a "naked" run through the trails in White's Woods the first Thursday practice of every cross country season. There are always a fair number of people hiking through the trails, so it always creates somewhat of a stir around campus (usually the coach gets a call threatening suspension). Well, as we are running through the trails (about 25 guys butt naked), we pass this middle-aged woman, a bit heavy set, who just starts laughing. She's sporting a white t-shirt that says, "I am the fast runner's Mom." As if that's not funny enough, it turns out, one of the freshman on our team went to high school in Indiana, PA (the location of IUP college) and it was HIS mother wearing the shirt walking in the woods. Needless to say, the freshman never lived it down, as we all continue to joke that "she knew about the traditional naked run" and went to White's Woods sightseeing! Hoovis Hoovis |
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Late night run in the hills east of Prescott, AZ up a quiet jeep road in a full moon - nice night. 45 minutes in as I turn to head back down, very menacing, snarling grunting noises come out of the shadows on the sides of the road. Wild pigs! (A local had warned me, and of course in my brilliance I laughed it off as silly folklore). Uh-oh, they've got me surrounded and are closing in. I determine the leader of the pack and charge, hoping that driving him off will lead the rest astray. Although indeed he cowers slightly, they immediately charge my flanks, long sabre-like teeth glinting in the moonlight. I square-off with them only to have the leader charge again, then they charge, he charge, ad nauseum ... a macabre merry-go-round of fear, desperate screams, and vicious snarl - these pigs are out for blood. Mine. I scramble for rocks or branches to wield but find none, though in doing so I notice one trend - the leader is quicker on the attack when I turn away from him than the others are when I turn from them. Weakness found, I commence charging the leader with more vigor and frequency. I am slowly, and ever so tenuously, herding a pack of wild pigs down a mountain road. Another weakness found as we round a switchback out of the trees into the fullness of the moonlight - apparently bashful of light, they scurry to the sides of the road back into moonshadow. I surge for the next corner hoping they're done, but sadly not, scurrying thru the trees to cut me off. #@$%*! When will it end? No panic now though, as I notice heavy panting in their flanks, and less of it, the pack has thinned a bit. I've got em where I want em. I play out the same for several more switchbacks - charging the leader while keeping one eye on the blindside, herding them all the way. Slowly but surely their ranks thin until finally it's just the leader and I. One final charge (from me) and he retreats, a broken pig. Shaken but victorious, I run the final miles to my car in peace. Moral(s) of the story: 1. Never panic 2. Whenever you're feeling like blowing off a workout - just remember there's always a pack of wild pigs out there somewhere. Training to beat you. |
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Once, my twin brother and I were racing on a trail in a field in our neighborhood. We were running shoulder to shoulder when I spotted two puddles in my lane. The first was about 10-12 feet long and the second was about 3 feet long with about 3 feet separating the two puddles. So, not wanting to lose the race, I decided that since I was a good long jumper, I would clear the first puddle and simply step over the second. So I lifted off, cleared the first puddle, hit mud and went through the second puddle on my butt. Lost the race. The next day, one of my neighbors stopped me and asked me about the race. He said what happend; you and your brother were running across the field and all of a sudden you go flying through the air and land in a puddle. Pretty embarrassing. |
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Just a month ago a few of my 5am buddies and I were out on the trail and were startled by a large horse who decided to run about a mile with us until he was either tired or didn't think we knew where we were going either. better one- The day after Halloween on the same trail but further downtown we came upon something that looked like a couple of wild dogs(to me)as I have been almost attacked by eight dogs, so needless to say that was my first thought. As we stop in our tracks to figure it out, someone says its a person, someone else can't make it out and I was still thinking DOGS-ATTACK. At 5am in the morning on an easy run I was not ready for trying to do a dead sprint with no where to go and about 9 miles from my car. Turned out it was a girl all dressed in black, really gothic looking, scary when we got up close enough. She had yelled out and said "I'm not a dog!" We asked if she was okay and apparently we must have woke her, who knows how she got out there. She had to ask us where she was, downtown Dallas or Fort Worth. Dallas is about an hour away so we knew she had either too much fun halloween night or someone had drug her out there and dropped her off.(drugged her literally) Needless to say a couple of us girls felt bad for her as we ran off but, we really couldn't do anything and she didn't look like she was getting up anytime soon. We told her that other runners would be following soon, so we went on. My friend and I ran another 3 miles out and decided to turn around early and go back to help her. We had gotten in only 13 miles and just couldn't stop thinking about her not knowing where she was and how she got there. Wouldn't you know we get half a mile from her going back and we see her walking on the bridge away from us and the trail. I don't know if it was disappointment of not getting to be a good person to help her or just not finding out how the hell she got there? guess we'll never know? |
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my crazy story jr year of high school my team was out running and decided to stop at a local college and get a drink and on our way out we decided to see how many people we could put in an elevator we got all of us 19 people in it then started going up then it stoped moving between floors and someone says hay guys this elevator only holds 1500 pounds and there are 19 of us then it got harder to breathe and water was accumulating on the wall of the elevator then someone decided to try and pull the door open and it worked but we had to climb out of the elevator becuase the elevator wasnt quite to the floor we were going to then all these people were staring at us and we just took off but before we got back to the school we made a packt to never tell anyone ever then coach houle was like "so where have you guys been" and we were like oh no its coming and he said uvsc called and said you almost broke there elevator he was so mad it was scary i thought he was going to kill us |
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We were trading stories like this years ago. A teammate said his dad was running down the road and heard "clack, clack, clack" behind him. He looked back and saw a chicken chasing him down the road. A while later someone asked him, "So whatever happened with your dad nad the chicken?" My buddy replied "It was my dad -- the chicken passed him!" |
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One of the local highschool tracks was vandalized by a rival school, but of course I didn't think much about that until later. Anyway, I went out there at 9 or 10 one night to do some long LT stuff and there were two big sheriffs standing at the top of the stairs that lead down to the track. Neither of them said anything as I passed by, but I got the stare. After running under their tireless scrutiny, I decided to bag it for the night. I guess they thought a guy is running shorts and spikes was going to paint obscene messages right in front of them. |
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bump bump bumpp it up |
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No wildlife or wild people, but there was a time when I had to run late under moon-lit conditions over a trail I had run so often I could almost do it with eyes closed. It was beautiful..stars, moon-shadows, and the like, but just not quite light enough to see the path well. My first indication of an immenent problem was my foot hitting nothing but air, and a sensation of falling. I landed with a thud on the far side of a brand new 6 ft deep gully, half in water, half on the bank. A storm that day had washed out the path. Bruised and scraped up but not broken, I finished my run. It turned out I had a pretty good bleeder on my head and was wiping it with my hand and all over my shirt.... scared my wife when I got home. |
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While performing some warm-up laps for track practice in high school, a white camaro came driving by on a state highway next to our track. As I was jogging, I heard, "hey boy," and I looked up to see a beautiful buxom blonde with her body half way out the car door exposing her HUGE breasts. |
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I was not on a run or competing in a meet, but attending an indoor at Florida. There was a young lady getting ready to run a 200 heat, when I noticed she was pectorally endowed. The gun fired and away she went running as fast as she could, with boobs bouncing faster than she ran. She was about a third of the way in the second curve, when her right breast popped out of her uniform. She continued to sprint while placing her boob back into the uniform. I laughed so hard that my ribs were sore the next day. |
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These posts are great! There have to be more stories for bored minds! |