On the morning of August 30, 2017, I went hunting with two friends. After a short drive in the UAZ we arrived at the right place.
Before we disperse along the route (everyone goes in their own direction), I was reminded that since I don't have a hunting permit for this day, it is undesirable to meet with someone (you never know who will be in the forest). On that and parted.
After many hours of fruitless walking through the forest, I came out onto an old forest road, half overgrown with grass and just the same covered with mushrooms: boletus, mushrooms, mushrooms. He took out a bag from his backpack and began to pick mushrooms for dinner.
It was a good day - sun, blue sky, forest smells and summer warmth - a resort and nothing else.
After a while, I sat down right on the side of the road to smoke. And then I hear: a motorcycle rumbles, rides towards me. Mindful of the undesirability of meetings, I got up and walked off the road into the forest. There were bushes about five meters from the road and before I could reach them, I saw a man driving a "goat" (like "Minsk").
It appeared unexpectedly quickly - from the moment I heard the sound of the engine and until I saw it, no more than a minute had passed. A backpack is tied to the back of the trunk, covers with fishing rods are tied along the frame (at least it looks like), there is no gun, usually dressed for the forest or fishing: a gray rag jacket, rubber boots are short, a rag cap with a visor.
I could not see the face, and did not try. He was not driving fast, the motorcycle rattled loudly enough, but somehow muffled. It was not necessary to be careful, I returned to the road when he drove past me, and looked after him. The motorcycle, it seemed to me, moved somehow smoothly despite the forest road with bumps.
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About a hundred meters away, he disappeared around the bend, and somehow the motorcycle rumble died down. I wondered if the man had fallen and the engine had stalled. He stood for a couple of minutes - listened - he could not be heard. I turned and walked, thinking: where can I go, and even with fishing rods? On that side there is neither a reservoir nor a seedy river - only peat bogs.
As soon as I began to pick mushrooms again, I suddenly realized that the middle of the road overgrown with grass and mushrooms was untouched - a blade of grass to a blade of grass, nothing was crushed, the track on the right and left (sand and clay) was even and smooth after yesterday's rain was surprisingly virgin.
I passed the entire section of the road, during which I saw a man on a motorcycle - nowhere were there any tracks (!), Except mine, which were clearly imprinted on the wet sand.
How it is? It is impossible to drive near the road - everything is overgrown. He was not rolling through the air!
Returning to the camp, I waited for my comrades and told them about the guy on the motorcycle and the road. They didn't believe it. Yes, they say we returned along it, but there are no traces of anyone, except yours.
Probably, it was necessary to film everything they saw on a cell phone camera so that they could believe it. But who would dream of taking pictures of men riding motorcycles in the woods? So what was it, or who?
Later, old hunters told me that this "Starosverdlovskaya" road (up to the 50s of the last century, it was still used from Asbest to Sverdlovsk; it is still called that way) passed through peat extraction, where it was ditches and there was fishing - crucian carp and roach were found.
Author: A. I. Palitsyn