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Thread: My encounter at Snake Lake

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    Default My encounter at Snake Lake

    During an excursion up north, I came across Snake Lake, located deep within a thickly wooded setting, in an out-of-the way region, near the town of Quincy. Itís no mystery how the lake got its name. It is a perfect snake haven, and appropriately named, due to all of the slimy critters lurking about and I am not just talking about the kind of animal species that slither across the ground either.

    When I got out of my vehicle and walked around in search of the launch (and lake), little did I realize I was standing within a few feet of the shoreline, and a step or two further, I would have taken a nose dive into the lake. Almost the entire water surface was covered with a colorful lily pad-like plant, which gave the illusion I was looking at solid ground.

    Fishing at this lake destination would be an absolute nightmare due to your lure getting tangled in the ponds of lilies, but if you donít mind this major nuisance, amazingly, the lake is home to a variety of fish species including bass, bluegill, catfish and rainbow trout.

    After I snapped a couple of photos, as I turned around, I saw a man laying on a lawn chair with a heap of empty beer cans tossed about on the ground, who had been out of sight from my view, by the thick grove of trees and bushes, up until now. From my vantage point, he appeared to be sleeping off a drunken stupor.

    Now you might not find this particularly odd, but for the most part I certainly did, especially since I didnít see any camping gear, tent or car, and the lake was a good fifteen miles away from the nearest town, or residence. In addition, he was the only one around, besides me, so I decided to drive a few extra miles further and check out Smith Lake instead. I quietly turned back, got into my car and drove off.

    The dirt lake access road to reach Smith Lake was in worse condition and had several unmarked forks in the road. The fallen tree branches, giant pot holes and large rocks made driving difficult on the obscure road. I concluded I must have I taken a wrong fork when the road petered out to a dead end, so I turned around and took the left fork I passed by a short while back.

    After driving for about a mile, I came upon a really out of the ordinary scene that reminded me of a cult sacrificial site with a couple headless dead birds lying lifeless on the ground, next to large flat boulder, with articles of clothing thrown about on the ground. What ever was going on, it looked very questionable as to the type of activities that transpired here, so I decided to turn back instead of continuing on to Smith Lake in case the individuals should return.

    On the way back down, as I drove by Snake Lake, I looked over in the direction where I saw the man laying in the lawn chair earlier, which both he and the lawn chair were now gone. As I turned my head back towards the road, and drove around the bend, no more than twenty feet ahead of me, was a man standing in the middle of the dirt road holding a rifle down by his side. He stood as lifeless as a statue. It was clear I had an impassable road before me which was not wide enough to weave around him or for me to turnaround. I had to make a spilt decision whether I should hit the break or keep on driving, and hope to God he stepped back out of the way.

    My options were limited and an assessment had to be made in a fraction of second. I figured I would be out of harms way if I kept moving, which hopefully would force him to get out of the way, providing he wasnít too drunk to budge. My heart was racing a mile a minute, as I watched with anticipation to see what he was going to do once he realized I wasnít going to stop. Would he raise his rifle, or step aside?

    It all happened simultaneously; even now it plays out in my mind like some kind of horror movie, where youíre being chased by a mad man like the guy in the movie the Texas Chain Saw Massacre. My heart was thumping so hard, it felt like it would leap right out of my chest.

    Since I wasnít traveling much more then 5 m.p.h. due to the terrible road conditions, I figured heíd have plenty of time to step back out of the way, or for that matter - pull the trigger. At the last moment, he stepped aside. I held my breath and waited to see if he would hurl himself onto my car and grab hold, like they do on television. As I too slowly passed by him, I let out a breath of relief, up until I looked in my rearview mirror and saw him raise his rifle to his shoulder and point in my direction.

    This was the second time in my life someone drew a gun on me, and both times I was filled with this overwhelming sense of apprehension that I am about to die. Thatís when my survival instincts kicked in. I pressed my foot on the gas petal and ducked as low as I could, so I could still peer over the car dash to try to avoid being swallow up by a pot hole, or from nailing a large rock on the undercarriage of my car.

    Off in the distance an old pickup truck came into view. When I looked up into my rear view mirror, the man with the rifle had vanished as swiftly as he appeared. I slowed down, when the truck was near to me and beeped my horn and motioned him to stop. I wanted to warn him about the man with the rifle. While he rolled down his window, thatís when I realized he might be a drinking buddy of the mysterious man with the gun who might be returning from a beer run, based on his scraggly appearance and toothless grin. I asked him where the nearest gas station was, rolled up my window and sped off leaving behind a cloud of dust in my wake.

    As I drove away, as fast as I safely back to the main road, I wondered if the man would have shot me, because he was so drunk, he thought I was trying to run over him with my car.

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    Wow! That was one heck of a "Thriller" I just read! Everything about that trip had an errie side to it. :shock: I'm glad you made it home okay. :wink:

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    CRAZY!!! Are you sure that wasn't an exerpt from your latest novel?

    Great read either way. Glas u were safe too.

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    can you say deliverance

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    Amazing writing man, and one hell of a story! *Novel notice*

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    Thanks Sky,

    If you ever come across a one legged guy passed out cold, just give him mouth to mouth resucitation.

    One_Leg

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    Thanks Sky,

    If you ever come across a one legged guy passed out cold, just give him mouth to mouth resucitation.

    One_Leg
    :appl: Another good one one_leg.... Do you think if I throw some cold water on him it would revive him?....



    It was a tough call to make. Several thoughts ran into my mind at the time. My first thought was I startled a man who was walking down the road who was hunting deer. I didn't get a good look at the man's face who was sleeping, so I assumed the man with the gun was the same man I saw earlier because I didn't see any cars any where, and the man in the lawn chair was gone.

    My gut feeling told me, the man was hiding out, because it didn't look like anyone visited Snake Lake very often. Why else did he move his lawn chair and beer cans? And why was his lawn chair in an area, that was surrounded by a bunch of bushes and trees, instead of in the campground area? Where was his camping gear or truck if he was hunting? There were only three campfire grills, and an old wooden outhouse. There wasn't any path to the lake or trash in the trash bin either. None of the grills looked like they had been used in a while.

    My next thought was about being out in the middle of no where, with a guy holding a shot gun, left me in a pretty awkward predicament. Maybe, he would kill me, and steal my car, or perhaps he would just steal my car, and leave me stranded....then I took into consideration how many beer cans there were - If this was the same guy I saw earlier, he may be feeling pretty frisky and wanted mouth to mouth resucitation like one_leg.... :shock:

    Then there was the clothes on the ground I saw going up to Smith Lake...maybe he had his way with some other people who happened to find his hiding spot, and he disposed of them....(Here's where my imagination can get carried away....but its not that often I find myself in this type of situation. Perhaps I need to lay off watching scary movies.)

    When he didn't move and just stood in the road like he wanted me to stop - was the reason I decided to keep on going. To me that pretty much tells me what his intentions were.... That's when I figured I was in trouble. Normally you jump out of the way if you see a car coming. I think I surprised him, when I didn't stop.

    I thought about it afterwards, if that was his drinking buddy in the truck, why did the guy with the gun disappear?

    I've asked myself over and over again what I would have done, if he didn't move out of the way. Would I have run him over?

    So what would you have done if he hadn't moved out of the way?

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    Was it a shotgun or rifle? You seem to vacillate between the two.

    The reason for the inquiry is that sometimes you see hunters use their rifle scopes to get a closer look at things. Who knows.

    It would seem you never have a dull trip wherever you go!

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    I am pretty sure it was a double barrel shotgun.

    I've had hundreds of uneventful outings too...but they're not much to write about though.

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    Quote Originally Posted by sky
    So what would you have done if he hadn't moved out of the way?
    I'd have stopped of course. I ain't no Lindsay Lohan.

    http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1gj0h ... rapher-wit

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