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Thanks Chris. I just feel fortunate to have something to share in Randy's thread here. I'll shoot some pics of the old place and post them here sometime. Time to take a cue from the 'normal' non-nightshift folks in the house and hit the rack. I'm typing while they snore!:D
 
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Wolverine, eh? But I've never been to California.

Sadly the last known wild wolverine here died last summer.

Good stories guys.
 
Wolverine, eh? But I've never been to California.

Sadly the last known wild wolverine here died last summer.

Good stories guys.

California is the land of some of each. The State's terrain varies hugely, from below sea level to the highest peak in the 48, volcanos, coastal rain forests.....

You should ease on over and wander about.
 
My sister lived in San Jose, Some nice scenery around there. She moved to springfield Missouri just last year. She had been in california for more than 30 years. She said something about taxes there were getting to high. I dunno. If she moved cause of the high traffic, Well she moved in another high traffic area. Springfield is near Branson and it's always crowded.
 
That will do for now. I've got a cold sweat going. The rest will wait until we're talkin' and drinkin' face to face...:cheers:

Thats just cold, leaving a brother hanging like that!!! This is one of the few stories I can say I have had my own experiences with. There is a park out on one of the beaches where I live, that has many mysteries, and seems to have a dark side about it. A little history about it, for starters it is very probable that it was a Indian burial ground at some point in time which is not uncommon for this area. This area has been a pretty popular resort area since the 40's and 50's. The park itself lays on the tip of a barrier island right by on of the major passes to the Gulf, and currents can be very strong, so numerous drownings have occurred through the years, mainly from tourists not realizing how strong the currants are around here. And more recently there was a few murders and rapes from the gangbangers that used to hang out there. I have been there both during the day and night, and its always creepy but at night its by far one of the scariest places in my area. My first visit for me was the most scary, not necessarily because of the events, but because it is harder for me to write off as irrational fear. So we will start with my friend asking me what we want to do for a Friday night, and he asks if I have any interest in checking this place out. He tells me it haunted, and my response is to laugh. I dont discount ghosts at all, but I was very skeptical that anything cool like that could possibly be found in this boring ass town. So what the hell we went. Once you get to the park you realize this isnt a place to bring your kids, at least not at night. And that has nothing to do with ghosts, more like the derelicts that hang out to drink and do who knows what else. But the bums and dog size racoons are not what Mike brought me out there to see so we push forward to the entrance of the trail system. We enter a tiny forest of Australian Pine, Mangrove trees, Sea Grapes and other tree/bushes that thrive so close to saltwater, and first thing you notice is how dense it is, very claustrophobic. Visibility through the woods during the day isnt very far and its even less at night, the darkness is very oppressive to say the least. For those that are not familiar with Floridas weather, in the summertime it stays hot and humid at night, you dont get a break when the sun goes down, but back here its almost chilly. As we are walking I start to get a strong chill going through me, and start to get nervous, still skeptical I just tell my self I am being a wuss and dont say anything. Eventually I notice a spot off to my right a little above my head maybe two or three feet away, that just seems darker than the surrounding area. It is really hard to describe, it was something but it was nothing. Just a blob of an area that had a different darker texture, and it was really bothering me, but I said nothing and maintained my stance that I was just scaring myself. Minutes later Mike points to that exact area, dead center, and said "there is a ghost right there". I never said anything to him about what I saw, I was trying to ignore it as best as I could, but what ever it was Mike saw it too. After that I was hooked and visited many more times, and have seen and felt many things. There is for sure something different there, something not so good, and just writing about it, I want to grab some friends and go back out there. In that aspect I dont think I will ever grow up:clap:.
 
Good stuff Brian, I feel somewhat more sane now.

I roamed the Sierras from north of Tahoe to the Feather River, I was always drawn
to the rocky out crops. I found that others have done the same, probably since the first Man went through there. I found a spot in Gold Valley, on the West side that reeked of dispair. There was a rough, handhewn platform jammed in a big split rock, with a firepit below it. There was a small pile of old rusted tin cans and a few bottles and some misc debris. I was scuffing around in there and saw two deformed bullets sitting on a stone ledge. They had been badly cast out of poor alloy.
I took them outside to get a better look, very crude. Then I noticed that all the tin cans had been peeled apart, the "tin" used to seal the seams had been melted off. Those wretched lumps were probably the result of much labor.
They were close to .40 and were most likely rifle bullets.
Once that thought was fully formed, the bullets were burning cold in my hand.
I put them back where I found them and rubbed my hands raw with dirt.
The place was about 5 miles from where the petroglyphs are, the stream is fed from Hawley Lake. I cut a few trees for the Empire Mine located downstream, I liked that valley and explored it.
 
Apparently wolverines are now rare. I had one run across the road in the north part of our fair state, and log truck drivers would see one in the same area. It was a populated area, camps, cafe, boat launch. I just assumed they didn't want to be seen, the wolverines, that is. Now there is one up in the Methow country that is being tracked, collared, tortured, etc. I wonder how much we need to learn about them? Or is somebody just needing to write a doctoral thesis?
 
:bowdown::bowdown:Great stuff guys.:msp_thumbsup::clap:

Thanks SS. Means a lot.:cheers:

My sister lived in San Jose, Some nice scenery around there. She moved to springfield Missouri just last year. She had been in california for more than 30 years. She said something about taxes there were getting to high. I dunno. If she moved cause of the high traffic, Well she moved in another high traffic area. Springfield is near Branson and it's always crowded.

If nothing else, the air quality has got to be better where she is now. San Ho is TERRIBLE. Like Mexico City. The taxes here are getting worse every year too...:dizzy:

Thats just cold, leaving a brother hanging like that!!!

Sorry Brian. Some things just aren't suitable for the interwebs..........or a phone call for that matter. Besides, the Single Barrel has worn off and my own spiders have crawled away to sleep for a bit. Get yer butt out west here sometime and I'll share more of my 'unbelievable' experiences with you...:D

This is one of the few stories I can say I have had my own experiences with. There is a park out on one of the beaches where I live, that has many mysteries, and seems to have a dark side about it. A little history about it, for starters it is very probable that it was a Indian burial ground at some point in time which is not uncommon for this area. This area has been a pretty popular resort area since the 40's and 50's. The park itself lays on the tip of a barrier island right by on of the major passes to the Gulf, and currents can be very strong, so numerous drownings have occurred through the years, mainly from tourists not realizing how strong the currants are around here. And more recently there was a few murders and rapes from the gangbangers that used to hang out there. I have been there both during the day and night, and its always creepy but at night its by far one of the scariest places in my area. My first visit for me was the most scary, not necessarily because of the events, but because it is harder for me to write off as irrational fear. So we will start with my friend asking me what we want to do for a Friday night, and he asks if I have any interest in checking this place out. He tells me it haunted, and my response is to laugh. I dont discount ghosts at all, but I was very skeptical that anything cool like that could possibly be found in this boring ass town. So what the hell we went. Once you get to the park you realize this isnt a place to bring your kids, at least not at night. And that has nothing to do with ghosts, more like the derelicts that hang out to drink and do who knows what else. But the bums and dog size racoons are not what Mike brought me out there to see so we push forward to the entrance of the trail system. We enter a tiny forest of Australian Pine, Mangrove trees, Sea Grapes and other tree/bushes that thrive so close to saltwater, and first thing you notice is how dense it is, very claustrophobic. Visibility through the woods during the day isnt very far and its even less at night, the darkness is very oppressive to say the least. For those that are not familiar with Floridas weather, in the summertime it stays hot and humid at night, you dont get a break when the sun goes down, but back here its almost chilly. As we are walking I start to get a strong chill going through me, and start to get nervous, still skeptical I just tell my self I am being a wuss and dont say anything. Eventually I notice a spot off to my right a little above my head maybe two or three feet away, that just seems darker than the surrounding area. It is really hard to describe, it was something but it was nothing. Just a blob of an area that had a different darker texture, and it was really bothering me, but I said nothing and maintained my stance that I was just scaring myself. Minutes later Mike points to that exact area, dead center, and said "there is a ghost right there". I never said anything to him about what I saw, I was trying to ignore it as best as I could, but what ever it was Mike saw it too. After that I was hooked and visited many more times, and have seen and felt many things. There is for sure something different there, something not so good, and just writing about it, I want to grab some friends and go back out there. In that aspect I dont think I will ever grow up:clap:.

Nicely done Brian. I've been in a few places like that. The wooded area of the property I talked about earlier has a deep, dark section like what you describe. Also, there are areas in the Mendocino NF and in the forrested areas near Burney that have given me the same feelings. There's a few other places near me that do it too. The Point Reyes area has much Miiwak (sp?) Indian history. I've had some interesting hikes there as a young lad. Same with the old Navaro Boy Scout camp near Boonville and Fort Bragg. That camp property was an OLD looging camp long ago. Many old gasoline and steam donkeys and other stationary engines and logging equipment still quietly rusts there. The land is still owned by one of the big logging companies IIRC. Used to do a bit of 'unauthorized' relic hunting there. Got the spooks in more than a few locations. Revolvers have been found there in the past...
 
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This is good stuff. Almost worth sending some beverages west for some more tales, but mine have been impounded for quality assurance purposes. Hate to send inferior stuff to superior posters.
 
Wolverines are indeed rare. Ask around in this state, lots of people will claim to be thanks to a certain university, but the real thing is gone from MI. Too bad really, the whitetails are overpopulated and the coyotes don't seem interested. Wolverines would help fix it, though (and no, I don't mean U of M grads).
 
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Sunday night thread diversion

Apparently wolverines are now rare. I had one run across the road in the north part of our fair state, and log truck drivers would see one in the same area. It was a populated area, camps, cafe, boat launch. I just assumed they didn't want to be seen, the wolverines, that is. Now there is one up in the Methow country that is being tracked, collared, tortured, etc. I wonder how much we need to learn about them? Or is somebody just needing to write a doctoral thesis?

Sunday night thread diversion - Mods move it to separate thread if ya want to.

From Center for Biological Diversity
Some of the legal "facts" in the 2000 filing (near the end) concerning elk riparian management seem like a stretch. Anyway, this is the decades long legal wrangling:

Action timeline
August 3, 1994 – The Biodiversity Legal Foundation, now merged with the Center for Biological Diversity, and Predator Project submitted a petition to list the American wolverine as a threatened or endangered species under the Endangered Species Act.

April 19, 1995 – The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service found the 1994 petition to hold inadequate information to call for listing the wolverine.

July 14, 2000 – The Biodiversity Legal Foundation (now the Center) and allies submitted another petition to the Service to list the American wolverine as a threatened or endangered species under the Endangered Species Act.

October 21, 2003 – The Service published a 90-day petition finding announcing that the 2000 petition failed to present substantial information indicating that listing the wolverine was warranted.

June 8, 2005 – Conservation groups filed suit against the Service for using the wrong standards to assess their 2000 listing petition.

September 29, 2006 – A federal court in Montana ruled that the Service’s 2003 decision not to list the wolverine was in error and ordered the agency to make a 12-month finding on the status of the wolverine.

April 18, 2007 – The Service obtained a five-month extension on the deadline for the court-ordered status review, which was moved to February 28, 2008.

June 5, 2007 – In response to the 2006 court order, the Service initiated a status review of the wolverine and opened a public comment period.

March 11, 2008 – In its 12-month finding, the Service announced that it would not protect the wolverine in the contiguous United States due to the fact that wolverines were not endangered in Canada. The Service determined that American wolverines did not constitute a “distinct population segment” and therefore did not warrant federal protection.

July 8, 2008 – The Center and nine other environmental groups, represented by Earthjustice, announced their intent to sue the Fish and Wildlife Service for its failure to list the American wolverine as threatened or endangered under the Endangered Species Act.

September 30, 2008 – The Center and its nine allies sued the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service for its decision not to protect the wolverine despite the animal’s imperilment and the ever-increasing threat of global warming.

June 10, 2009 – Under a legal settlement with the Center, the Service agreed to reconsider whether to add the wolverine in the lower 48 states to the endangered species list. A new listing determination was set to be due in December 2010.

December 13, 2010 – The Service found that endangered status for the wolverine was “warranted but precluded,” relegating the species to the candidate list to await Endangered Species Act protections indefinitely.
 
Sorry Brian. Some things just aren't suitable for the interwebs..........or a phone call for that matter. Besides, the Single Barrel has worn off and my own spiders have crawled away to sleep for a bit. Get yer butt out west here sometime and I'll share more of my 'unbelievable' experiences with you...:D



Nicely done Brian. I've been in a few places like that. The wooded area of the property I talked about earlier has a deep, dark section like what you describe. Also, there are areas in the Mendocino NF and in the forrested areas near Burney that have given me the same feelings. There's a few other places near me that do it too. The Point Reyes area has much Miiwak (sp?) Indian history. I've had some interesting hikes there as a young lad. Same with the old Navaro Boy Scout camp near Boonville and Fort Bragg. That camp property was an OLD looging camp long ago. Many old gasoline and steam donkeys and other stationary engines and logging equipment still quietly rusts there. The land is still owned by one of the big logging companies IIRC. Used to do a bit of 'unauthorized' relic hunting there. Got the spooks in more than a few locations. Revolvers have been found there in the past...

Thanks!!! For me though these are not memories I wish to repress, quit the opposite actually. I relish those experiences and wish relive them in as much detail as possible. But I guess I will have to just add that to my list of reasons to get out there. Dont forget though you can always come out this way :cheers:.
 
Thanks!!! For me though these are not memories I wish to repress, quit the opposite actually. I relish those experiences and wish relive them in as much detail as possible. But I guess I will have to just add that to my list of reasons to get out there. Dont forget though you can always come out this way :cheers:.

Not repressing 'em Brian. Just don't feel they belong on the interewb. They're also too personal for a phone call. They're best shared in person..............................................................for reasons that also must be explained in persion...:D

I'll head out that way again someday...:cheers:
 
Not repressing 'em Brian. Just don't feel they belong on the interewb. They're also too personal for a phone call. They're best shared in person..............................................................for reasons that also must be explained in persion...:D

I'll head out that way again someday...:cheers:

I can respect that, although I would be lying if I said I am not super intrigued:laugh:......Good thing my short term memory is short LOL.

I went back to wander the trails there many times, with several different friends including my now wife. Almost every time I would see or feel something, and its hard not to say that my imagination didnt play some role, but I cant help but think that place has a dark if not malicious vibe. Some things I have seen so clearly I cant believe my eyes were playing tricks. There is a bridge in the middle of the trail, and once you cross this bridge it seems like you enter the epicenter of all the activity. On one trip, we reach the bridge and on the other side me and my friend can clearly see a man in a long coat and a derby hat. There was also a cat roaming around his feet as well, both figures more like a shadow in appearance than anything else. One we reached the other side of the bridge there was nothing there, no signs that anybody had been there. The weird part is neither of us remember seeing the shadow leave, just wasnt there when we got there.

I have never seen such an oppressive darkness as this place can hold too. On another trip out, it was near a new moon and very dark out. Once entering the trail we noticed immediately it was dark, I mean devoid of any light, and almost immediately an intense feeling of claustrophobia consumed both of us. The darkness ahead of us had a movement to it, like viewing the dead space ahead imploding on itself through blurry vision. We didnt make it more than a hundred feet or so before we turned back. We went back out and followed the beach right along side the trail. We walked past where the trail ends back at the beach, reaching a peninsula where it wraps back into the backside of the wooded area the trail roams through. Once reaching this point instead of noticing the city lights across the pass, I couldnt help but feel that we were being watched from below the surface of the water. It was a real strong feeling, almost like an audience from below. It was only later that evening I found out about the numerous drownings that have occurred over the years.
 
There are Wolverines in the Klamaths, I saw one on Preston Peak.

The critter I have only encountered once, was a Fisher. I almost shot it out of a tree, just for the tail, then I figured out what it was.
 
More than once I've seen the flicker of fire light in the distance or the presence of something. Like I was the intrusion. The northern woods at night. The stands of white pine. Dense, dark, and deep. I've seen a moccasined foot or two crest those hills and heard the calls echo across the lake at night and through the valleys. An old homestead in the middle of the forest with nothing but a skeletal cobblestone chimney. Something bad happend here. Alone in the woods and other dark places. God's only man.

Good writing boys.
 
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