Last week it was reported that Boy scouts discovered a badly decomposed body on the AT in Sharon CT.
They did not say how the person died though.
What makes people feel the most unsafe, dogs, bears, other hikers, or locals.
Run Rabbit Run
Body found in CT. on AT
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http://www.registercitizen.com/site/news.cfm?newsid=8198216&BRD=1652&PAG=461&dept_id=12530&rfi=6
John Fisher
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It says he may have been trying to hike the A.T. I guess the dude couldn’t handle it eh?
:tongue
Bucky
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He found out he accidently took the north side trail from a shelter when he came in on the south one, in Georgia. He was no longer a DUN DUN DAAA “THRUHIKER”.:bawling
Blue Jay
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My last post was very insensitive. In addition I never answered your question. Purists make me feel the most unsafe.
Blue Jay
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don’t be jealous of people who’ve hiked the WHOLE trail. insensitive? yup. you’re an ahole.:lol
joe
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Your right Joe, I missed 12 white blazes. I’m sooo jealous, I killed myself and that’s my body in CT.:bawling
Blue Jay
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Okay, look, no one has the right to use someone else’s name and/or email address when posting on a forum … or anywhere. Not even when just “playing around.” That one was harmless, but I didn’t post it. In fact, I just now realized how frighteningly easy it is to do such a thing. Again, in this case it was harmless, but now what if someone with an agenda catches on? Great.
ramkitten
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The guy was obviously dying to catch up with wild turkey and the flying scotsman…even although fs is of the trail he will never catch him…shame:bawling
Big Apple
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I’ve found a few I’ve haven’t written in the past, but like this one they were quite obvious. Please don’t let this spook you, Mz. Kitten. Your writing is distinctive enough to prevent much confusion.
Blue Jay
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I just worry about giving some putz the idea, and then ya never know what said putz will post using somebody else’s name. YOU’re not a putz, but there are actually hikers who ARE putzes. Hard to believe putzes hike, but they DO, and some hiking putzes post. :o) I made myself giggle.
But, anyhow, about the dead guy…
ramkitten
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Death! It is difficult to think about. So when the topic is presented people make jokes. But the jokes do not obliterate the truth of the inevitable end of each of us. The great majority of hikers will not find their demize on the AT or any other trail but there is always the element of risk and the possibility of encountering a crazed animal, a crazed human, or the frailty of one’s own system. The jokes may relieve some of the anxiety but better to let them die on our fingertips than to hit the send button.
Jack
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I like a good joke while on the trail as much as anyone, but in this case I agree with Jack. I wonder of anyone knows the facts surrounding this death. Was he a thru hiker, section, or a local? Was death from natural causes or something else? Who was he, what was his name?
Dave
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Who was he, what was his name, and how did he die? He was born to humble beginnings in a hovel in Harper’s Ferry, son of a Hungarian husbandryman who named him Herschel. At the age of 2 young Herschel he was out playing on the ribbon that was rumored to encirle the earth without end, called the A.T. by gov’ment types, when these strange gangly vagrants passed by with huge heavy burdens on thier backs, walking the Path With No End. Young Herschel, raised in the clean and proper household of an immigrant aristocratic wannabe, recoiled when the stench hit his nose, but was transfixed in fascination by the strange gypsies and followed them until late afternoon when he finally tired and ambled home.
THAT EVENING he told his Pappa of his adventure adn with excited breath said that he, too, wanted to follow the Path Around the World. His Pappa feverently counseled him not to do so, that the path of Moderation and Caution was the only path to happiness in this world, that he should avoid the siren song of adventure and risk and take a job with a huge American corporation and forget all this nonsense of travelling with stinky gypsies who follow the path to Hunger and Bears and are never seen again. but young Herschel would not listen, and when he was a young man he left his dear home and joined the mysterious Path into the enchanted forest, knowing hunger and deprivation and narrowly saving his life from animal attacks until one day on a hard and heartbreaking stretch of the Path he ran out of Snickers bars, used up the last ounce of energy and dropped dead in the grass and weeds, never to be seen again by the civilized world.
AND SO the moral of this story is, listen to you Pappa, do not brave risk and travel the dark path into the unknown, and do not run with smelly gypsies into the deep unknown Forest where only fools travel, it may cost you your life!
Rocalousas