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>be innabush Victorian high country
>camping alone beside river gold panning for the weekend
>night time
>full moon
>dead still
>sitting in front of fire
>bush is silent apart from dying fire and river near by
>about to hit the sack
>suddenly in corner of my eye see movement
>man pushing an old wooden wheel barrow
>clothes look really old fashioned, worn
>grey beard
>all grey no colour what so ever
>moves left to right in front of me
>makes absolutely no sound as moves through knee high ferns
>watch as he walks right through a gum tree and doesn't come out the other side
>hair stands on end and i just sit there with pic related expression
>stay like that for a while before finally getting up and going to bed
>up almost all night, can't sleep, unnerved about what i saw
>next morning pack up and leave day early
>a few weeks later was doing some research on internet and find out that the river i was camping at was the site of a race war between chinese and white gold miners
never going there again, maybe with friends
