I found this story and thought it was pretty interesting
When Steve W. set off on an adventure with just a canoe and a head full of summer dreams, he never expected that it would take him on the most fantastic journey of his life. Around the bend on that scenic river, the 50-year-old man discovered, was the dwelling place of creatures that he once regarded as belonging only to the world of storybooks and magic. But now, with his own eyes, he saw that they were real. This is Steve W.'s true story:
On June 24, 2003, I went canoeing in Western Kentucky on the Rough River. I had just wanted to get away for a little rest and relaxation, away from my normally hectic life. I put my canoe in at a nice little portage near the Falls of Rough, just downstream of the falls, which is not too far from Rough River State Park. The current was very fast because of all the recent rainfall.
It was really just a typical canoe ride down a very pleasant and scenic river.
I had a very funny, queasy, nervous feeling though. I was inexplicably anxious for some reason. Although I could not define why, I felt like I had something to fear - and I sensed death. Taking these sensations seriously, I was extremely cautious on the river because I didn't want the death to be mine.
After several miles, I paddled the canoe to the riverbank and tied off to a tree. I got out to stretch and to explore the area. I climbed the bank and looked for a smooth, dry spot to pitch my tent. After deciding to camp near the water so I could keep a good eye on the canoe, I went on a little hike. I climbed up the hill and around the bend to a little creek that flowed back into Rough River.
Looking down eight or 10 feet into the creek, I spotted what looked like the top of a clay jar. I instantly recalled a dream in which I found some ancient pots. This recollection sent my imagination running wild with the thought that I might have found some old archaeological artifact.
I started down the bank toward the creek. The bank was extremely slippery with mud and down I went, sliding all the way. My backside and hands were caked with gooey mud, but I stopped just short of the water and very close to the old earthenware pot. It was more like a clay crock and I quickly realized that it probably wasn't very old and that the bottom was probably broken as well.
I poked at it and noticed there were little handprints on it. I figured a raccoon had already searched it, but upon looking more closely saw that these prints were not like a raccoon's; they were more like little human handprints, about an inch wide.
As soon as that thought entered my mind I dismissed it as preposterous. I started pulling on the jar, but it was stuck really well in the mud with suction holding it down like super glue. I figured, well I'm all dirty anyway; I'll just get a stick and pry this thing loose. After working on it for a while, it finally budged.
But when it did, I heard something.
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Oops this is pherrett in disguise i forgot to log out of doomies
Ok there are three possibilities
1. Hes lying to get attention
2. Hes smoking hippy weed or he hit his head and imagined it
3. Hes telling the truth which means there are parrallel planes of existance. Either he crossed over to their world which would explain the lack of physical evidence when he came back or they jumped over to ours which doesnt make sense.
But an interesting story doomie
Ok there are three possibilities
1. Hes lying to get attention
2. Hes smoking hippy weed or he hit his head and imagined it
3. Hes telling the truth which means there are parrallel planes of existance. Either he crossed over to their world which would explain the lack of physical evidence when he came back or they jumped over to ours which doesnt make sense.
But an interesting story doomie
Wow! Now that's a interesting story.
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| 1. Hes lying to get attention 2. Hes smoking hippy weed or he hit his head and imagined it 3. Hes telling the truth which means there are parrallel planes of existance. |
Well, the first two possible explinations are very possible, if not the most likely culprit. I don't know though. I do believe in parrellel planes, and I do believe that every now and then those planes intersect with ours. I have often thought that fantastical creatures, (leprechauns, elves, unicorns, pixies) might belong to another plane. This man might have just been one of the lucky ones to see them, or he might just have had one too many.
There was a case, quite a few years back, in Findhorn Scotland, I believe the name was, where the, Green Man, was supposedly spotted, and spoke to the people who owned the land. If I remember it correctly, they were clearing away overgrown brush from around thier property, and a little man appeared to them, and asked them to stop, and told them that if they left it be, the spirts from the area would return the favor. Supposedly, the vegatables and crops that grow there, are huge and unlike anything else. I'm not sure on the whole story, I read it so long ago. Somebody from that area, might be able to set me straight on it.
Loved the story in any case!
I've read that before. True or not, it's a good read.
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Here is how I know he is lying:
Quote from story:The current was very fast because of all the recent rainfall.
It was really just a typical canoe ride down a very pleasant and scenic river.
Anyone who has ever been canoeing by themselves knows this is an absolute crock. There is no such thing as a 'typical canoe ride'. You cannot take your eyes off the river for a second....especially in a very fast current.
I know this because I canoed by myself for 11 miles down the Buffalo River in Arkansas. It was anything but pleasant and I would suggest anyone wanting to go on a canoe trip alone to completely rethink the idea.
Neat story.
I like stories about happenings of this sort.
(They can't ALL be "just stories" )
joc-canoeing is actually pretty easy once you get used to it and get some experience.(@least a couple weeks worth)
-before that, it's physically confusing and rigorus
(not much enjoyment factor, specially in swift water)
I can sympathize.
But it is actually quite possible for an experienced canoeist.
I like stories about happenings of this sort.
(They can't ALL be "just stories" )
joc-canoeing is actually pretty easy once you get used to it and get some experience.(@least a couple weeks worth)
-before that, it's physically confusing and rigorus
(not much enjoyment factor, specially in swift water)
I can sympathize.
But it is actually quite possible for an experienced canoeist.
alli got to say is BS
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joc-canoeing is actually pretty easy once you get used to it and get some experience.(@least a couple weeks worth)
Yes, canoeing is very easy!
The hard part is righting the canoe and catching all your stuff floating down the river.
But SERIOUSLY! It was NOT my fault we went under that low-lying branch where the swift current was and it was CERTAINLY not my fault that my brother in law didn't duck!
Sorry! Sorry. breathing deeply.
Anybody try looking up where he said this happened on a map? If the little creek behind my house is on Yahoo maps (and it is) the one he said he was near should be too. Don't know what it would prove, but if you could verify his route that would at least be something.
Loretta
Boy, this would be SO cool if it really happened. Unfortunately I think this guy is just wanting to get published somewhere...anywhere!
Sigh...I would love to paddle a canoe into a magical plane, though. (plane of existance, not airliner)
Sigh...I would love to paddle a canoe into a magical plane, though. (plane of existance, not airliner)
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