“Was solo backpacking and decided to stop for the night. Got everything set up, and I heard a car on a road about 1500 ft. from my position. Honestly, I didn’t even realize there was a road there because it was up a steep embankment, and I couldn’t see it. So, I hear this car, then it slows, then it stops, then the doors open and close, and the car drives off. I hear a group of men talking, but they were too far away to make out what they were saying. By now, the sun has set, and the men begin using flashlights. They appear to be descending the steep embankment towards me. I’m a little concerned as nothing about this is adding up. I figure if they get any closer, I’ll try to quietly escape and leave my gear. They stop about half way [sic] down. They start f**king digging, with shovels. Now I’m s**tting my pants, they dig for about an hour, then stop, then I hear the car return.
They begin to ascend the embankment, but before they do, they shine their flashlights down on to my position. I don’t move a muscle, and they didn’t seem to notice me. I just sat there, didn’t move a muscle for at least an hour after they had gone. I packed up and moved about a 1/4 mile away, deeper into the woods and well off the trail, just in case they had seen me and were going to come back for me. The next day, I hiked out, found a park ranger and gave him a map that I had drawn of the area and where the digging had taken place. He asked me to accompany him to the spot, but I refused.”