“Went on a 5-day gold panning trip with a couple buddies of mine. We drove 6 hours down unused logging roads, we’re talking totally overgrown roads with trees having to be removed from the road to pass. We saw not one human the entire time we were out there, except for on the 3rd night… at 3am. We are sitting around the fire, drinking some beers, swatting at bugs, and shooting the shit when I hear something. I look over and notice some light in the trees. What the… It’s a truck, driving up the logging road we had cleared ourselves to get there, at 3am. The truck gets up to where we are, pulls into where we made camp (a small turn off spot for logging trucks), sits there for 10sec while we all kinda stare in shock at one another, I get up and start walking towards the truck to say hello and ask what the heck they are doing out at 3am on abandoned logging roads when the truck just backs up, turns around, and drives off the way it came… The guy(s) just drove 6 hours down logging roads all through the night, sees us and leaves without saying a word… We are all sitting there going, “uhhh what the fuck?” We all figured this guy was driving down the road, getting out and coming back to kill us in our sleep.
Next morning we head down the road and nothing, they didn’t set up camp or anything… Just left. We figured we were likely camped out near a grow-op for one of the gangs (Hells Angels most likely) and they were coming out to check who had come out to their spot, or they were there to pick the crop in the middle of the night.” – PoeticDeath