Look ufos, aliens hey could be. Really when you where in the deep woods far away from folks did you ever see Bigfoot. Crazy stuff happens that’s why a don’t like wearing headphones think about it.
Gidday amigo
I have never had a problem while detecting especially when in the zone concentrating.
But do I have strange yarn to tell. ( my apologies in advance as I have told this yarn before.) I do not know what for sure just a strange experience in the bush down under.
Grab a beer and pull up a seat around the campfire I have a yarn for ya.
I spent a life time camping out in wild and places all over the globe. Perhaps that is why my back is f....er ya know what I going to say.
too many years sleeping on the ground. And I swear tree roots find me.
I had a strange encounter in the coastal ranges in N.S.W in Australia the 1980's. To you guys it may be been what you call a "bigfoot" or "Sasquatch" among other names. The Aboriginal tribes have several . The most popular name is "Yowie" or "Yahoo" in aboriginal Eloura tongue or in native Koori. But they all mean the same thing "wild hairy man" It was one of the predominate legends of aboriginal "dream time" One of the first stories the settlers heard of from the natives. That these creatures live in remote locations in the primeval forests of the mountains. The natives was terrified of them.
Getting back to the yarn amigos. Growing up in 60's I had camped at the location many a times with my family used to go there to sift through alluvial gravels for sapphires, zircons, diamond and rubies. All was low quality but occasionally some one would find some thing of value. For the most part for families would go there to sift for gemstones. Came and dig holes tracing the original gravel of the old river bed. Being a kid it was like being a pig in s*** An awesome time amigos. But the powers to be did not like families having fun. They banned it make the place into a national park banned just about everything and blocked off all the roads.
So there it was now in 80's I took a mate camping there for a weekend to drink beer, sit in small river and sift for gemstones. And later have swim in a pool of a small waterfall a almost forgotten and unknown location to many. Sadly today with snap chat, twitter these places are now flooded with idiots.
The water fall is another waterhole about the size of an Olympic swimming pool. Its was an excellent place to swim. The waterhole was quite deep but if ya could reach the bottom and scrape the sand and gravels many gemstone could be found filtering down the creek into this deep waterhole below.
And the old alluvial workings are along the creek that feeds into it. Many a childhood memories ratting through banks looking for gemstones. To the left was the camp ground virtually overgrown. There was no one else around.
On the left was the alluvial workings. Now totally overgrown. Well it was in the old camping ground we set camp we had to bush bash to get to, setting up tents, making a campfire and park our old FWD. Well had quite a few brews amigo until the firewood ran out and fire did down. We had run out BS stories to tell each other we finally crashed. It was later about 2 am, Some thing strange happened?
I could hear my mate snoring in his tent....But the light went on inside the old FWD and just before that you could hear the sound of some one lifting the door handle up. I had a firearm in the tent with me. But being snuggled up in the sleeping bag , you know like the Egyptian mummy type is not easy to get out of with out making noise. But the time I had wrestled with the sorry ass sleeping bag to get my sorry ass out the tent. Whatever had made the noise and opened the door of FWD had fled. The strange thing was it was not the sound of some body running? It was a romping sound like some things was making huge leaps and bounds through the dark bush crashing into trees and snapping saplings in its path.
My mate awoke and also heard what ever it was crashing through the bush in the distance. Now we know the sounds of native animals and we tried to think perhaps a kangaroo, deer, wombat? Or some hermit living in the bush trying to steal out of the FWD?
The strange this is amigo no animals I know of at least can open a vehicle door? So in the end we returned to sleep somewhat baffled. The next day was Sunday and when we was packing up in afternoon we came across foot prints in the sand and gravel near the Fwd. My mate Phil has big feet, In fact all our other mates had a nickname for him "Slabs" Because of exceptionally big feet. He placed his foot near the foot print and his foot looked like child's foot.
Whatever we disturbed that night was big and agile enough leap and bound through thick dense bush?
We could never come to any conclusion what it was? That was only time in hundreds of times I have ever experienced anything like this camping out in the mountains.
Brew Amigos
Crow
