Back when I first got my license, and when i was wheelin an '86 Isuzu Trooper with 33 'turds stuffed under it, a couple guys and I were wheelin out on the Olympic Peninsula about an hour away from town and we stopped to take a break at one of the old landings up on a mountain... so we are walking aroun and im scopin stuff with my .308 when i hear my buddy kinda choke and hurl a bit in his mouth.... i walk up the hill to him and ask what the hell the problem is (he was white as a sheet, and he was an abnormally pale person as is), all he does is point down the slope a bit. there is a tarp wrapped around something somewhat people shaped, but we weren't too sure, coulda been an animal and someone just didnt want to keep the tarp... nasty smell comin from it, needless to say we got outta there. quick. I said something about it later to my buddies dad who is a sheriff, he said they would look in to it.
I had always heard about some of the ways that the logging companies in my town were started as fronts back in the 70's and 80's as fronts for mischievious things, and i had heard of people being "offed" and wrapped in tarps filled with Big 100 (gnarly cleaning solution, great from cleaning grime off chrome wheels) I guess it has potential to eat up bodies real quick, i know it messed my hands up when i used it without gloves a couple times.
another story, didn't happen to me, but to my dad.
He was stationed in Okinawa, Japan for a couples years while he was in the USAF and he was out walkin the beaches with a buddy after a storm came thru, tryin to see what cool I avoided the language filter and got an infraction they could find on the beach. They walked along for a while and this little boonie puppy came runnin up the beach and followed them for a bit, my pops played with it for a few and then it wandered off. so they walked on for a bit and game to something like a stone, and it had a shiny piece of metal stickin out of it, so my dad and his buddy are messin around tryin to get it out, my dad broke his knife diggin at it and his friend went back to the truck to get a screw driver to dig it out... while his buddy was gone my dad tried to dig some more at it and he kept scannin the beach because he felt kinda uneasy for some reason, saw no one and kept diggin, out of knowhere a voice says, "a cross, a crucifix. leave it alone." My dad looks up see's a guy in fatigues from WWII era, but with long hair. He says "what?" and the man repeats himself. My dad looks back at it and then back up at wehre the guy was, but he isn't there, but 300 yards done the beach. about that time my dad's buddy gets back and my dad is like, lets get out of here, and his buddy was like, "but i got the screwdriver." and my dad just said to leave it alone...
I guess there was a lot of crazy stuff that happened on Oki when my dad was there. like a group of Japanese troops from WWII that finally came down off the mountain cuz they ran out of bullets and food after so many years, and didnt expect to run into US troops.
Mike "Scoot" Moore
'00 TJ Sport