Thread: Bush Ghosts

Nope, I hear that sometimes too. Hopefully not your voice in my head.

I have heaps of spooky ghost stories but none in the bush really. Get the odd spot where it just feels gross, like you are unwanted there kinda thing.

I do remember being on exercise one night about two weeks in, so quite sleep deprived. Bunch of us harboured up with low hootchies and could hear some movement from time to time. Couldn't pick the sound, almost like shuffling footsteps.

Went on for a while and kept looking but not seeing anything, so finally crashed out. Only to be awakened by a loud shout of pain/shock/distress. Bolt upright to see one of the boys thrashing about covered in his hootch and then a pig unfucks itself from the mess and takes off. Turns out it had stepped right on his nuts.

After we all pissed ourselves laughing we helped homie fix up his shelter and went back to sleep. Was quite strange later realising that at least one wild pig had been messing about amongst a bunch of pretty ripe smelling dudes for some time without spooking. I don't know maybe it/they knew we were asleep?

Funny enough I have heard of similar stories from other soldiers over the years so it's possible at least one of the forum members has had a pig step on them in the middle of nowhere at zero fucking hours.

Originally Posted by tibo

Well P. Jackson want to clone the Moa… next Hast eagle and hunting will become interesting

Haast eagle? You think hunting will become interesting..ot half as interesting as pre and primary level schools banning any outdoor play.... otherwise Teachers will have to walk around with bird scarers...

timattlon more like 12 gauge full of buckshot dat big bird not scared of nuttin you could not let dog out cat out and as for small children forget it

Originally Posted by timattalon

Haast eagle? You think hunting will become interesting..ot half as interesting as pre and primary level schools banning any outdoor play.... otherwise Teachers will have to walk around with bird scarers...

Funny you mention that. Whilst in Mongolia we learned of the saying “Is your baby ugly enough?” When I questioned the speaker, was informed the eagles there have been known to grab babies. As a result, mothers often camo them up. The birds are huuuuge! Had the privilege of having a trained one used for hunting, perch on my gloved hand.

Originally Posted by 7mmwsm

I watched a movie on a plane trip about a guy who had a crisis in his life and decided to go tramping, on his own.
All sorts of shit went wrong, a lot in his head, then these big birds appeared and started killing everyone. Sort of fits the theme of this thread.
I think it was called The Loop Track.
Looked like it was set in New Zealand.

I watched that on a plane also, ridiculous but good for a laugh.


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Originally Posted by timattalon

Haast eagle? You think hunting will become interesting..ot half as interesting as pre and primary level schools banning any outdoor play.... otherwise Teachers will have to walk around with bird scarers...

meaning we have it pretty good here nothing is really chasing / stalking us when we hunt... I'm a spearo too and it's a different game when you compete with other species in their element... Usually when I get a weird feeling on a dive spot I just get the fark out the water.

A spot I on the Rangitieki River I've fished twice in the past 10 years involves clambering over some fairly large rocks to some rapids. On both occasions I've been the only person there and I've heard the unmistakable sound of a fishing rod being dropped and clanking on the rocks just behind me. If you know the sound, it's unmistakable. Both times in the same general area and within about 10m of me. Nobody around, no wind, no broken branches as there are no overhead trees there. I had a good look around but nothing there on either occasion.

Being above rivers in gorges I often hear sounds that could be mistaken for distant human voices.

Being Māori I do believe in ancestors, and spirits, etc. Our country holds a lot of history in the hills. I always encourage my children to be open to anything they see or hear. If need be i know of people that can guide them. Not a bush story to share, but family related.
When my Mother used to visit my Nan and she'd ring her door bell in a specific 3 ring sequence, My Nan would know it was her. My mother passed away 14 years ago, my Nan would say her door bell would still ring every now and then in the same 3 ring sequence, she'd open the door and no one was there. 10 years later my Nan passed away, we had her at home. With limited space to stay as extended families, we took different nights to stay with her. On the last night, which my family was to stay. Prior to the extended family all leaving for the night, the door bell rung 3 times. Everyone in the house looked at each other a little shocked. I opened the door, no one was there. I stepped back to hold the door open for someone, the entry light flickered and i closed the door. The night was warm and peaceful.

Originally Posted by Zedrex

Sounds like the Tower of London, place is drenched in spilled blood, in the busy bits I didn't feel anything, just another museum but walking into quiet area's there was a background "feel", in one particular room, there was a lot of graffiti, names from hundreds of years ago carved into the stonework of those who had been imprisoned in the tower, put my hand out to them and my fingers and palm felt "electrified" for want of a better word, took my hand away and the sensation ceased. I think significant events leave an imprint that some of us are susceptible to picking up on.

I wasn't going to get into this, but here we go .

My father was a Yeoman Warder (Beefeater) in the Tower for 16 years. To be a YW you need to have served , been awarded a long service medal, been a SNCO and be recommended by a General for the job. What I'm trying to say is these are serious people - who wouldn't have their reputations enhanced by ghost stories. They live in flats inside the outer wall - after cannons became the thing fortifications lost a lot of their utility, so the walls were converted into accommodation, storage and the like.

Dad was sitting in the lounge when a man in Elizabethan clothing walked in, across the lounge and out through the wall. He was somewhat startled by this, and went to see the YW who keeps the "Ghost Book", which is where stuff like this is noted. Dad described the chap, and after a few minutes the book holder asked what shoes the guy was wearing. "Looked like slippers". In 1830 the same thing had been seen, and at a much earlier time that part of the tower had been a magazine - which is why slippers were worn rather than nailed boots. Nobody else reads the book other than the keeper, so the chances of this being autosuggestion from a memory of having learned of it are pretty much zero.

I went over a few years later, all primed for anything. Late one night I get woken by a quiet thumping from the kitchen, and I'm all "IT"S ON!!!" I get out of bed and sneak into the kitchen - where his kitten had launched itself off the table and into a plastic bag hanging off the doorknob. It was swinging around as the kitten was trying to get out, and my ghost story was a biiiig nothingburger.

That said, I now believe. There is a lot that we don't know that we don't know.

Not a ghost, just 1.2m thick window frames.

Originally Posted by Preacher

I have heaps of spooky ghost stories but none in the bush really. Get the odd spot where it just feels gross, like you are unwanted there kinda thing.

I do remember being on exercise one night about two weeks in, so quite sleep deprived. Bunch of us harboured up with low hootchies and could hear some movement from time to time. Couldn't pick the sound, almost like shuffling footsteps.

Went on for a while and kept looking but not seeing anything, so finally crashed out. Only to be awakened by a loud shout of pain/shock/distress. Bolt upright to see one of the boys thrashing about covered in his hootch and then a pig unfucks itself from the mess and takes off. Turns out it had stepped right on his nuts.

After we all pissed ourselves laughing we helped homie fix up his shelter and went back to sleep. Was quite strange later realising that at least one wild pig had been messing about amongst a bunch of pretty ripe smelling dudes for some time without spooking. I don't know maybe it/they knew we were asleep?

Funny enough I have heard of similar stories from other soldiers over the years so it's possible at least one of the forum members has had a pig step on them in the middle of nowhere at zero fucking hours.

Yeah, had pigs run through the bivvy and hides, have woken up more than once with a possum on my chest when I was in a Tank troop and we slept in the bivvys, with its nose inches from mine, rats and mice became common when were dug in an Op after a few weeks, but yeah good hygiene is a must.

Did you ever stay near ghost bush or Waiau Pa? I have heard a lot about those places, some things should be left well alone IMO and of course the road of death in the Rangipo desert.

We've covered sight and sound of weird things, has any one had a sense of touch, taste, or smell in an other worldly encounter.

-Max what have ya done - here we go - perhaps we should put a rider on this - can only have happened in NZ bush- and cannot involve alien spaceships and medical procedures

Originally Posted by Barry the hunter

-Max what have ya done - here we go - perhaps we should put a rider on this - can only have happened in NZ bush- and cannot involve alien spaceships and medical procedures

Fair enough. I have heard/read of several incidents where a distinct odor was involved. Not body odor, but something more distinctive. We register this world through our 5 senses. And some of us, through an extra one or two. All the information is relevant.