My strange sight was not so dramatic, scary, funny or tittilating but it was definitely memorable.
I was fishing the gorge of the West Prong of the Little Pigeon one rainy day when I came upon two men and a woman all fishing (not a normal sight on that stretch of river but not the strange site). As I was passing them to leapfrog on up stream, I happened to look over at the bank and there was a young woman curled up in a notch under a rock that just fit her. Reminded me of one of those hidden pictures in the Highlights magazine when I was a kid. Seeing her curled up there with an impish little grin gave the immediate impression of a wood nymph hiding out, watching the silly people go by waving sticks in the rain.
One of those images that stays with you for a long time.
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.