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June 2003 –
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What Does
an Astronaut Do in the Woods?
by James W.
I am not certain just when this event happened, but I would say in the early 1980s perhaps. This story was related to me by a man I worked for in the '80s, Mike D. Some background: Mike D. is a former paratrooper with the 101st Airborne, and the men he was with when this event happened were veterans as well. In other words, these men did not frighten easily and were hunters as well as former soldiers. And while they were hunting is where this event happened.
Mike and about four other men leased a vacant cabin on a farm in south Georgia and the surrounding woodland from a farmer, and they used this land and cabin for hunting deer. They usually split up for the deer hunting, and each man had a deer-stand where they spent time waiting for deer. Toward dusk, Mike came back to the cabin and a couple of the other hunters were already in also. But a few minutes later, the last two men entered the cabin, both very agitated (read: scared). Remember, these were veteran soldiers and hunters. Initially they refused to talk about what had frightened them, but under pressure, they relented and told this story:
As the two men made their way back to the cabin in the gathering dusk, it was still light enough to see the trail. At one point, they joined up and walked together, talking. Suddenly, from behind a large tree on the right directly in front of them, a figured walked onto the path not more that a dozen feet away. The figure was, they swore, an astronaut: Silver space-suit, visored helmet, everything...
The two hunters stopped and stared. The "astronaut" also stopped and looked at them. The moment hung there and at least 15 or 20 seconds passed. Then the "astronaut" turned and stepped back behind the tree. The hunters, flabberghasted at what they had seen, didn't move for perhaps another five seconds, then, screwing up their courage, they ran to the tree, rifles at the ready. They looked behind the tree, and saw nothing. In fact the foliage and underbrush were quite thick, so anyone walking would have had a slow go and have been making a lot of racket from pushing limbs aside. And in five seconds, it would have been impossible for someone to walk out of sight. But the "astronaut" - or whatever - was gone.
The two men ran the rest of the way to the cabin. After telling their story, they were teased quite a bit by their companions, but Mike said that these two brave veterans slept with their rifles close to them that night.
The next morning they all went and checked the place where the "astronaut" had appeared, but found no traces - no foot prints, no bent or broken limbs on the foliage, or places were a practical-joker could hide, either on the ground or up a tree.
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