Over the years, I've seen alot of strange things. Several years ago, something funny happened to me that, in the moment, is something that I will never forget. I was fishing the Oconaluftee River behind the visitor center. It was mid morning on a Thursday and I had the area to myself, or so I thought. I was engrossed in fishing a nice, long run when something caught my eye to the left. I looked up and saw a half dozen indians in full authentic dress (not the Chief Ralph flowing head dresses in town). These guys were quietly stalking through the woods with weapons in had and full war paint. Suddenly, I felt as though I had travelled back a few hundred years. I'm thinking to myself "This can't be good..."
Suddenly, someone somewhere back in the woods yelled, "CUT!!". The warriors stopped in their tracks and I was asked to leave the area as I had quietly become involved in a documentary that was being filmed about the Cherokee indians.
Though the fishing was good, I was outnumbered, so I left.