Several years ago we were turkey hunting around Hundred WV. My cousins kept telling this story about a crazy Vietnam vet, Jack Stoneking, that lived up in the woods and was always doing all kinds of crazy stuff, shooting at people, slashing tires, throwing rotten carcasses on people and vehicles and so on. Baffled by the BS a friend and I were riding our ATV's around one evening scouting for turkeys and came across a road that had a bunch of crazy "keep out" signs. There was also two large piles of old bones and a couple of animal carcasses laying around. Well for some stupid reason we decided to drive down the road. As we rounded a corner we came upon an old house and a guy digging something out of the bank along the road. As soon as the guy saw us, maybe 25-30 feet away he got up and came running right at me. Before I could even grab the handle bar brakes he had a single shot shotgun planted on my chest. Super pucker factor. I immediately began trying to talk the guy down but one second he would be fine and then next second he would be tensing up to shoot. Asking us why we came up here, I now sputtered something out about some guys telling us to come up here and to ask for permission to turkey hunt. I can remember his answer plain as day, " well someone has played a bad joke on you boys, get off of your bikes". I had a pistol on me and thought about grabbing the barrel of the shotgun and drawing, but when I looked up there was a second guy standing in the doorway of the house with a scoped rifle pointing at us. At that point all that I could hear is my heart pounding and dueling banjo's. Once off of the ATV's the guy wanted to see the bottoms of our boots. My friend had been hunting in the general area a couple of days earlier and said that one morning he saw some guy dragging/grading the roadway. Well it was the same guy. He told us he drags the roadway so he can see and track where people wander. Thank God that my friend had a different pair of boots on. Probably 10 to 15 minutes into this thing the guy starts calming down but then he says "you know what's the best thing about them there ATV's", shrugging our shoulders he now said " I can break your Fing neck's, throw you over the hill and everyone will think that it was an accident". Sounds to me like bad just got worse. Trying to talk to this guy my friend dropped a couple of names of people that we knew in the area. One name would calm him down but the next would fire him back up. About 20 minutes later a third guy comes walking out of the woods completely dressed in camo, carrying a shotgun. Recognizing the guy; I gave him a ride on my ATV a couple of days earlier, he now calmed his brother down and told us to get out of there. Down the road we went and aint been back since!
Lesson learned "keep out" means keep out !!!!!
This would have to be the spookiest thing that has ever happened to me period.