Posted on 07/12/2023 1:05:01 PM PDT by ChicagoConservative27
Three “fairly mummified” bodies were discovered in a remote Rocky Mountains campsite in Colorado this week — and may have been there since last year, authorities said.
One of the bodies was located by a hiker on Sunday, while two others were found by authorities on Monday, Gunnison County Sheriff Adam Murdie said.
Two of the bodies were found inside a small, zipped-up tent while the other was outside in the camp.
The bodies were found in a wooded, remote area, away from areas typically frequented by hikers.
“This is not a typical occurrence anywhere, by any means,” Murdie said.
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OD’s?.........................
Lightning strike ?
This one is odd.
No vehicle sitting at the trail head for months that’s not noticed?
The continental divide trail (CDT)runs thru that general area, those mountains could easily be above 12,000 ft, which means they could have some small amount of snow year round.
According to the article they didn’t have outward signs of trauma like a bear attack, gun shot wounds, etc. probably got lost, weren’t prepared for the cold and froze to death.
We used to hunt elk at the base of Tomichi Dome at the lake. We’d hit Juanita Hot Springs mid-week. Very nice. Ask me, and I’ll tell you the tale of the Tomichi Dome Massacre of ‘87.
Please tell us the tale of the Tomichi Dome Massacre of ‘87.
Bigfoot
Hmm, that is pretty close to Alferd Packer territory.
More libtards exploring nature and becoming one with the earth
Fairly mummified.
Like jumbo shrimp.
Pretty weird that no critters munched on them.
Possibly shot by FBI/ATF snipers.
Lightning strike ?
Double rainbow?
That was my first thought.
I love following people who are thru hiking the PCT, CDT and AT attempting to earn the Triple Crown of hiking.
This past winter was an especially heavy snow year on the PCT and CDT, meaning the three hikers were covered in heavy snow for several months.
I don’t believe the article indicted that anyone reported 3 missing hikers, which would narrow down when the hikers entered that area.
It’s also hard to believe three hikers went into that area without a Garmin or some other device that would send out a distress signal indicating their location and what trouble they were in.
Plus, with cellular technology and devices from Garmin and other companies, it’s hard to understand how you could get that lost, unless you went into the wilderness without any such device which in this day and age would be foolish.
Plenty of foolishness to go around.
Well, there we were. Elk Season of ‘87. A haggard and ugly bunch made up of my Dad, Uncle, four cousins under the age of 18 and me. I was the oldest of the kids. We’d been hunting Tomichi for years by then, so everyone knew the lay of the land. We’d been up on this hunt for over a week and it was the last full day of hunting we had left in the season. Tomichi Dome, as dammed a place as you’ll ever walk, is absolutely beautiful. If you google maps Tomichi Dome, you’ll notice the sides of the mountain are gray. Well, that ain’t dirt. It’s rocks. Big rocks. Rocks bigger than a F-150. And in between those rocks? Holes. Deep ones. My dad fell into one of those holes a couple years earlier. He’s 6’2” and didn’t touch nothin’ but air. The only thing that kept him from disappearing was his rifle, which got hung up, and he was able to use it to pull himself up with the help of his brother, my Uncle Steve. Thank goodness for the Remington 700.
It was just after lunch and we were all sitting about midway up the “Lower Slide” which is on the North Side of the Dome and overlooks a hot water lake we like to fish out of. Nice trout in that lake.
I had just finished eating my second green chili burrito when I looked over to my right and down the hill at my Cousin Shannon who was pointing out over the rocks.
Damned if there weren’t a dozen head of elk on the slide, and they weren’t walking brother, they were flat out running across that slide.
My Dad, who was on my left side and uphill, saw them just about the same time I did, and he started calling, “All in a line! All in a line! Steven take the lead cow! Everyone else cover down!”
Now, you’d wonder if teenagers knew what the heck my dad was saying, but raised as we were, we understood completely what he wanted us to do.
Steven, or Little Steve as we called him, was way up the hill from me. He came down on the lead cow as told. Travis had the second shot, Tyler had third, Dad fourth, then me at five, followed by Sahnnon and finally Uncle Steve on the tail.
We were all lined up going up the hill and the damned Elk were running the same direction. It was a total broadside sight picture pretty as you please from less than seventy-five yards.
Little Steve touched off his first round and from then on, it was just a flurry of gunshots, followed by a lot of yelling and a dizzying amount of action in front of us.
About five seconds after the first shot I found myself running out across the rocks shooting as I ran. Just jacking that bolt as fast as I could. On my final shot, I saw the hide on a cow ruffle, and I knew I had hit her. She went down... and completely out of sight.
My hearing was shot, the adrenalin was pumping so hard I felt like my eyes were going to go black right then and there. After about twenty seconds or so, things started to clear up. The fog was lifting. I could hear my Dad laughing that laugh of his, kinda high pitched but very manly. He was bent over holding his knees. Uncle Steve was down the hill from me and facing me with his rifle on his hip kinda gun slinger like and was yelling at Travis to, “Simmer down son. Just simmer down.”
Pumped up? Oh yeah! Dad told everyone to safe their rifles. We did. Then he told us to start walking up towards the elk. He said if any of them were still living, we need to kill them so just be ready.
We walked about fifty yards and started to see elk. Dad started counting, realizing that had we killed more than we should have, well, that would be a bad bad thing. I knew exactly where mine went down and sure enough, she was right where I thought she would be, but not HOW I thought she would be. She went headfirst into a hole. All I could see of her was butt and hindlegs and I knew what that meant. Lots of work to pull her out of there. We killed five cows and the one cousin who was pissed because he didn’t pull a cow tag, actually got his bull... we think. We always say it was him because, you know, tags and all, but his tag went on the bull and everything was legal. Shannon was the only one who missed and after a little while she admitted she never pulled the trigger.
Then the work began. Pulling animals the size of a horse off a rockslide is no fun. It took us the rest of the day just to get them down onto solid ground after we dressed and quartered everything up. It was dark and it was frigid cold. We were all covered in blood and hair and stunk to high heaven like elk. It was amazing to me we never attracted a cat or a bear. I think it was because we were all making up a rap song called The Tomichi Dome Massacre and singing it as loud as we could. I wish I could remember the words. We even got Uncle Steve and Dad to pitch in on a verse or two!!
It got dark and down to around -5 or so degrees before we stopped working. We just couldn’t go on anymore, so headed down to the camp and ate a late dinner and went to bed. I got to sleep in the camper with Dad and Uncle Steve while the others stayed out in the big army tent we had with the stove in it. We could hear the kids still singing the Tomichi Dome Massacre rap song!
We woke up early the next day, which was our last day before Dad and Uncle Steve had to be home for work. In 1987, the only folks who had four wheelers and things like that where Texans and folks from Pittsburgh who came out our way to hunt. We weren’t them, so we humped everything down as far as a we could by hand. We got three of them down to the trucks before we had to break camp and drive back down to Pueblo. We hung the rest in the trees and came back for them the next weekend. We brought all the women with us and a couple more adults to help. It was snowing like crazy too. Those elk fed three families for over a year. Best time of my life!!!
I joined the Navy that spring and haven’t hunted elk since.
Thanks! Amazing story. Probably just as well that you never met what was chasing them...
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