Strange? You decide.
I was camped on the East side of Rich Hill, South of the 24K claims, on the Roadrunner "Cat Claw" claim. I had been out there by myself for six or seven days working the claim with about 10-grams to show. Something woke me up out of a very sound sleep at zero-dark-thirty in the morning, and scared the bahjeezus out of me so bad I grabbed my Ruger Vaquero and cocked it!
I slowly opened the tent flap and looked cautiously outside. The eerie haunting sound was coming from the other side of a small embankment. The sound would rise and fall, and the wind gusts made it hard to hear and pinpoint where exactly it was coming from.
I was thinking it had to be an injured animal of some kind, but I had never heard this particular sound, so weird! I had the gun up now, ready for whatever. As I inched closer to the embankment and quickly glanced over it I saw nothing. Then sound got louder and I ducked down reflexively.
Summoning my courage, I jumped up on top of the dirt mound and pointed the .44 at.. an old drill pipe sticking about 10" out of the ground that the wind was playing like a flute! Kinda like blowing over an empty bottle.
Well, I started laughing out loud with relief, completely forgetting the Ruger was cocked and now pointed directly at my freaking foot. When I became aware of that I got sober real quick and gently lowered the hammer.
Schewwwwwww!!!!!!
