It was odd, because I did not think anybody else was out there. So, I cocked my head, and listened closely. It was intermittent. Sounded like a good old Holy Ghost revival.
I kept trying to listen, and figure out where it was coming from.
Finally, I put my foot on a log, and was tying my shoe, (I guess a briar untied it) and I could hear it quite plainly.
"Hallelujah! It's an answer to prayer! Thank you Jesus!"
I looked closely.
TICKS! The ticks were biting me, all around the ankles, and were thanking God for my blood!
Beats all I have ever seen... er.... heard!
Nate
Sounds like the baptism scene out of "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou".
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Are hallucinations one of the symptoms of Lyme disease? Never heard of that one before.
Oh Nate. Kill those little bastards.
Williwaw, post: 391976, member: 7066 wrote: Are hallucinations one of the symptoms of Lyme disease? Never heard of that one before.
Hallucinations?
If you hear voices in the woods the most obvious and logical explanation is either a Green Man or a Wodewose. Of course the Wild Hunt is also a possibility.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
- Hamlet
The Green Man, hey? I was doing a boundary survey out in the sticks this summer. My client warned me of one of the adjoiners, he said if you see a man painted green out in the woods naked with tree branches and leaves taped to him then just don't pay him any attention. Luckily, I never spotted him. He was camo'd though, maybe he was there watching us work the whole time.
Were you chewing on "Wildwood Weed" while strolling in the woods?
FL/GA PLS., post: 391992, member: 379 wrote: Were you chewing on "Wildwood Weed" while strolling in the woods?
Nope, I think that was part of the tree man's problem.
The client said you can ride by his house nearly everyday and there he'll be, being one with mother nature.
Are you sure the voices weren't in your head?:p
I was hearing voices in the woods last month. Me and the crew were on an old toxic landfill site being led around the woods by some desk jockey scientist. I knew we were going the wrong way, so I started hanging back. The next thing I heard was, "Hey, what the hell are you doing on my land?" Since the desk jockey led us into that, and he was up front, I only figured it fair to let him handle the negotiations and get shot, if deemed necessary.
The music I hear is generally the hum of mosquitoes. I'll deal with that, but if I hear banjos, I'm fixing to try to set a new land speed record!
You cannot hear, unless the sound, gets in your ear.. And your ear is in your head...
Voices in the woods...man do I have a story about that.
In 1988 we were surveying a rather large tract of land called the Edwards Estate. The "old man" Edwards had been instrumental in Oklahoma's statehood and had a grand 5 or 6 hundred acres estate almost in the middle of town. Long since passed, his three children built their mansions on the estate. By 1988 they too had reached old age. We were surveying the estate in its entirety for eventual partial sale and development. The one surviving daughter in her 80s still lived in the big house. She also made it a point to see us in and out the gate everyday and chat.
The property was about 70% upland and 30% bottom and beautifully kept in a natural wooded environment. It came to light that in 1919 there had been a tenant farmer on the property. The old lady related remembering where the tenant's house was located and we had found the cistern there, but little else. When it came to light the tenant's children and wife passed away in 1919 from the influenza epidemic and were buried on the property, we decided to attempt to locate the graves in accordance with the Oklahoma State Health Department. The old lady had played with the tenant farmer's children when she was young and remembered the graves were close to the house. She also remembered the farmer kept flowers around the graves for the time he was there.
The house site sat on a north facing slope that dropped gently to the bottom land. Over the years all the uplands had become wooded and it was difficult to tell where the house had been exactly, let alone the graves. We eventually gave up. This was a little after Christmas.
A few months passed and was early spring. We had some clean-up traversing to do and went back to the site. The driveway passed within a few hundred feet of the elusive tenant's house site. As I drove toward the big house I noticed some color out of the corner of my eye. We stopped and hoofed it back into the woods to find an L-shaped patch of yellow jonquils in a small clearing close to the old cistern. When we got to the house I asked the old lady what kind of flowers the farmer had kept on his family's graves. She said yellow, probably jonquils. I was sure we had found evidence of where the graves were located.
It took the best part of the day to get done what we originally set out to do and saved locating the grave site until the afternoon. It had been a cool morning and warmed nicely even though the oak buds weren't near yet as big as mice's ears. The wild plum's white blossoms and the redbud tree's pink blossoms were the only color in the gray woods, except for the yellow jonquils around the grave.
As we were locating the grave I could hear a couple of kids playing down in the woods near the bottom pasture. It was around the time school buses ran their routes and the sounds of children isn't that uncommon. When we were finished I met the old lady and her handy-man at the gate. I told them they we had heard kids down by the pasture and they might want to look into it if they didn't want them around. The old lady was a little hard of hearing and the handy-man had to tell her "They heard THE children". She smiled and told me there were no children down there, only their spirits.
She explained before the children passed away in 1919 their father had built a wooden teeter-totter and saw horse at the edge of the bottom. That way he could keep an eye on them when he in the field working. Ever since then in the Spring (when the children were reported to have passed) for the last seventy years various people had heard "the children" playing down near the pasture. The old lady had heard them so often she enjoyed sitting outside and listening to them on pretty days. This had gone on almost her entire life, and according to her there were many, many others that had heard children playing, but could find none when investigated.
I heard them clear as a bell. There were no children there, we checked. I drove out the back way just to drive the path that separated the woods from the bottom. The ground was wet and there were no other signs of any foot traffic or vehicles. There were no children, but I heard them.
Still gives me goose bumps.
Now that there would be a great fireside story, just before going to bed!
When's this going to happen??
Some speck of embedded metal has tuned into a gospel station.
Back in the CB radio days a neighbor had a linear amp connected to his unit and I could pick him up over my headphones.
That was when I cranked up the Harmon Karmon shelf units so he could hear me.
Some days while tied up fishing out on the river, voices can be heard in the breeze. They come from the variety of finches populating the beach trees along the banks of the river.
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A Harris, post: 392036, member: 81 wrote: .Back in the CB radio days a neighbor had a linear amp connected to his unit and I could pick him up over my headphones...
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A few years ago there was an AM radio station around here that had existed since the '20s, KOMA. They ran at the maximum 50K watts and at night had listeners in CO, KS, MO, AR, IL and probably other places. Their transmitter and tower site was in Moore, OK a few miles north of here.
Before they quit using that site I completed a survey of a large piece of property adjacent to the towers. There was a fairly tight "hot wire" around the pasture and we had asked that it be turned off (mainly because this was in the days of chaining...). We had the chain pulled tight running through a field fence and just above the hot wire. There was still some grass in the way and I asked one helper to go stomp down the grass. When he got up to the fence he started asking everybody to "hush"...
You couldn't hear it at either end of the chain, but if you stood right where the chain was touching the turned off hot wire, you could hear music from the radio station modulating from the tight wire. We all had to take turns pulling the chain tight and letting the others "listen" to the music.
When I related this to the old man that ran cattle there he told me his son had gotten some new dental fillings once and if he held his teeth together just right while he was in the pasture...he could tell you what song was playing on KOMA. I'm not sure I believed him, but I'm not sure anyone would believe a tight chain dancing on a tight 22 ga. steel wire would act like a crystal radio set either...;)
That "O brother where art thou" clip above, reminds me of that story in Huck Finn, and Tom Sawyer, where Tom gets backslid.
I am a solid believer in GOOD religion... however that clip had all the elements of "Religion" without the substance of genuine connection to God. Religion without connection to God... is just religion. Anyways, the ticks all got disappointed. They found out that soap, was not their friend.
The ticks that die, are out of their misery... they don't have to search for a meal.
So, all live ticks are miserable.
Nate The Surveyor, post: 392045, member: 291 wrote: ...I am a solid believer in GOOD religion... .
Nate, I hope you've heard the story about the missionary in Africa. He hacked his way into a clearing and came face to face with a hungry lion. Being a man of strong faith he fell to his knees and began praising the Lord for delivering him from the lion....but he heard someone else praying also.
He opened his eyes and saw the lion on his knees praising the Lord for delivering his dinner.....
Nate The Surveyor, post: 392045, member: 291 wrote: That "O brother where art thou" clip above, reminds me of that story in Huck Finn, and Tom Sawyer, where Tom gets backslid.
I am a solid believer in GOOD religion... however that clip had all the elements of "Religion" without the substance of genuine connection to God. Religion without connection to God... is just religion. Anyways, the ticks all got disappointed. They found out that soap, was not their friend.
The ticks that die, are out of their misery... they don't have to search for a meal.
So, all live ticks are miserable.
The "Oh Brother Where Art Thou" movie was a satirical film loosely based on Homer's "The Odyssey"...if that helps.
Your recent outing sounds more like the classic "Horton Hears a Who" by the great Dr. Seuss....
