I stepped out of the woods once, from a dig site, and there's an old woman. Not her property. She was parked in the same lot as I was. She unleashes two German shepards and tells them "get him!!" I spent the next minute or so swinging my stick from one dog to the other, there coming at me from two different directions, whacking them on the nose. First one, then the other, like a whirling Dervish, all the while screaming my block off at the woman. Finally she calls them off, I scream "why!!!?", and she says, in a heavy German accent, "I can't be too careful", puts the dogs in her car, and off she goes. Thought of following her, and calling the police, but did not. Got to thinking "maybe she was a Holocaust survivor". No excuse, but I was grateful I had that heavy walking stick.
Same dig site. My wife digging by herself. She looks up. About 15 feet away stands a tall Indian man. Wearing buckskin leggings, a red blanket around his shoulders. He stares at her, my wife stares at him. After a few moments, he just fades away, no words spoken. My wife packs up her gear, hurries through the woods to her car, and home she comes. It was a big village site in the 1600's. Best I could figure is he was living in that village and saw my wife in her time, our present, and she was seeing him in his time, our past. What must he have thought? I thought it was the coolest thing, but my wife never dug there again.
