The debate "What is it like to live in an american countryside." was started by
January 3, 2018, 9:05 am.
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yep im a teenager. im 17. I was 15 back then. The gun and the atv belonged to my friend and I borrowed them cause I cant bring guns to an another country. I wanted to show my parents that I have become independent and brave.
But everything went so horribly wrong during the camping nights. I tried my best to be brave but I failed.
that sounds kind if creepy. I thought in a previous debate you had said you were a teenager?
Canada really fascinates me sometimes. I still remember back in 2015 , when I did visit Canada to meet my friend hailing from Ontario. A few weeks later, I went on a camping All ALONE to the woods to prove to my parents that I was independent and mature enough to look after my life.
I was out hunting in Northern Ontario, no roads (except for a logging roads) with in 130 km, i was late on the bear season so no one was out hunting in my quadrant. I found a nice camp site along side a river and hunted from there, on the second day of my hunt i came across the bear tracks i tracked it for about two hours, and then turned around.
This is when shit got very f***in weird, i always track on one side of the tracks and return on the other. About 200 meters down the east side of the tracks i ran into another human foot print which disappeared across the trail and into the woods on the west. My dog (czech wolfdog) didnt seem to smell anything, so i returned to camp with minimal concern.
I got back to camp at around 7:30 at night made a quick dinner and had a cigar by the camp. At around 12:00 i heard a snap of a branch, after hunting for 20 years only two things snap branches, bears, and humans. I grabbed my firearm and a flashlight and went out after the noise. every 100 yards, i would scan with the flashlight. my dog freaked, started growling and advancing into the woods slowly, i pulled back on my leash to slow his advance and switched on my flashlight. I saw a pair of eyes looking right back at me, it stared for about five seconds and disappeared into the woods. on the walk back i felt anxious, scared, and uncomfortable i could feel someone watching me.
the next night, the same thing happened. My dog went wild, like i have never seen him he was whimpering, growling, and clearly very anxious. at this point i was terrified, i didnt go hunting that day and didnt close my eyes once. That night i sat up with my flashlight, constantly scanning the tree line. I guess i dozed of at around 1 and woke again at 3, i was sweating, confused, and very scared. i scanned the forest, and just barely visible about 25 yards in the forest there was a man and his dog, he was looking right back at me. i stared to approach him, shouting to him. I got with in 10 feet, he looked awfully disheveled and stank, the worst part was that he just stared and smiled his eyes showed zero emotion and whispered "Good night".
i ran back to my tent, packed it into my pack and drove my atv fast
sure . I would like to hear Canadian rural life too.
I'm not American. but I grew up on a farm in Canada, if that is close enough to your topic.
I'm a city dweller personally