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Has anybody ever run into any recluse type people. While hunting? Like live off the land, modern mountain men or weird people in the middle of nowhere that you wouldnt expect anyone to be?

Met some half naked potheads wandering around the mountain once

Well I've seen nudist. A suit wearing dea agent sitting on a mtn top. A little old lady with Alzheimer's from Phoenix stuck in a wash a couple miles from paradise. Shroom hunters . a steady stream of illegals and mules. But the worst is treehuggers. Birdwatchers are next on the list. Then to spice things up you might just meet a "horsey type" that's been to a clinic. The problem with these types is they are doing the universes dirty work by educating the unwashed heathens. I guess I fall in that group. The bad thing is I don't mind learning useful things. Now hermits are either to crazy to get along with anyone or smart enough to know you can't get along with everyone.
The real reclusive types I've met are mostly pretty stable and are employed in a job that provides them the opportunity to live away from the masses.

Found myself neck deep in a group of Rainbow People before I realized what I had stepped off into. Like to have never got the dogs loaded up and out of there. Did get to see a few nekkid chicks with that little mishap, but those gals had more hair under their arms than I did. And Dirty, holy smokes, but them folks was dirty.

Was out coonhunting one night when I lived down in SE Oklahoma and got headed down this little excuse for a road that had no place to turn around and came upon this place that scared the crap out of me. Umpteen dogs came running out from under this house that had no electric running to it. There were all sorts of wierd signs nailed up on the trees.

"Death and Hell to all those who do not believe in Jesus Christ".

"The Poteau Police are nothing but thieving bloody scum".

Those were the two I remember, but there were several others. None of their vehicles had tags, but instead had little metal signs that had "Sovereign" painted on them. I had heard about these people, but had never known where they lived and didn't really want to. That guy came out and started firing that shotgun and I didn't stick around to get acquainted.



Tex

Hmmmm i always figured that when i run into people out there they think that about me??????

Old Rich in the tabacco root mountains here in Montana is as mountain man as you get lol

My buddy ran into a couple Mexicans and a pot grow way up in no where once. I was in the middle of nowhere following a lion track and it led me to a headstone. Found Indian paintings in caves following lions. Found a nice looking young lady in a mustang naked and lost. The craziest was while hunting at night ran into a group of cult members walking dressed in black with hood and carrying candles. Later the next year we found a demonic symbol drawn out with rocks on a mtn top close to where we seen this. Found vehicles in woods with no roads even close that were abandoned.

Saw strange man with a German Shepard late one dark night standing on the side of a two rut road through thick scrub miles from anywhere. He wasn't there before dark and there was no vehicle anywhere. We had a lost dog and 3 of us had been driving the area for hours. Man it startled me, standing on the side of the road in that scrub I was right on him before I saw him. Went right on by him too!
Where I hunted back in the 70's early 80's there was always tracks of a barefoot man about size 12 roaming around, even saw them in our watermelon field when we farmed about 3 miles from the hunting woods one year. Daddy said it was probably Enos West that he lived in the woods out there but I never saw him and never talked to anybody else that did either.
And I've found myself in the middle of the Rainbow people in the Nat forest just like Bar Bar 2 described.
Was looking for a dog one morning come up on a house in the woods I'd heard about but didn't know where it was. A sea of dogs came running out at my truck, from under the house, around the house and out of the house. There had to be over 100 of them! A woman came out said she hadn't seen my dog but kept yelling to watch out and not run over any of her dogs, took me 15 minutes to back out of there.

I've run into people from town every now and then that think I'm a hermit... they just don't realize that I come in to town at least once a week... and I don't live off the land.. I go to wall mart lol

Bar Bar 2 it sounds like you found the Nixons i worked over in the Poteau area for awhile i got warned more then once about them. Bad thing is most all of them over there was Nixons i never was sure how to tell the good from the bad ones.

Thanks, i like reading these. Keep em coming. Does anyone ever see sheepherders.

dang ole sheepherder mark an ole blue both look like hermits espically when blue keep telling everybody they have such a Purdy mouth and every time mark comes close ya hear that banjo music now that's scary

twist wrote:Old Rich in the tabacco root mountains here in Montana is as mountain man as you get lol

Do you know him, Andy? Always wanted to meet him. I appreciate the way he portrays houndsmen on tv. He does a good job of putting hound hunters in a good light.




Tex

Once in March I found a guy in a jeep slid off a very little traveled road. I winched the rig out and he decided I was his buddy told me he was up there turkey and grouse hunting. He said he was the town of Libby's rabbit catcher. If a domestic rabbit escaped he was the one people called to trap the rabbit. He then pulled his shotgun out and wanted to show me his gun. Fortunately I was on the drivers side of my truck and he on the other side. I told him I really need to get going and got out of there. One problem was I had a lion treed close to there and had to get my dogs before I could vacate the area. I know some people in Libby and none of them ever heard of the towns rabbit catcher.

The valley west of me is called the Yak and is known to have reclusive mountain men type of people. Couple years ago I was running dogs there and they had dropped into a horrible roadless canyon. I didn't get out of the canyon till the next day at noon and had to walk 5 miles up the road to the top to the truck. When I came around the corner on the pass there was a bunch of motorcycles parked there with about 6 people taking pictures of people poised with there bikes. As soon as they seen me coming with dirty ripped clothes, a 44 hanging on my hip, and 6 hounds following me, all the cameras turned on me. I figure they thought they just found the real deal mountain man. At least I got a beer out of the deal.

I run into sheep herders often in a few different areas. I always get worried about them big white dogs getting a hold of my hounds. Hasn't happened but probably wouldn't be pretty.