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Years ago, a St. Paul Hmong guy's family found him dead in their store's basement, right where he had once seen his dead mother's apparition hang by. The guy had hung himself right on that same spot when they found him.

Hey, he left behind a beautiful daughter in Brooklyn Park now.

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Hmong Stories / Re: Hmong ghost stories

« on: December 27, 2011, 07:12:38 PM »

Spirits of the forests want some food when they do that to you. Your uncle should have fed them some food before they let him go.

Quote from: Wi_sweetguy on December 22, 2011, 11:52:45 PM

Hey guys, with all the talking about hunting. I got a story to add to it. This happen to my uncle backed in 1998 in California. My uncle and his hunting party went hunting in California, not sure which part of the wood it was, but the forest had to be big. My uncle they hunted till a sunday and when it was time to come home he couldn't find the way home. He said he wonder off a little futher than usually and when he turned back. Everything looked different. He couldn't remembered which way he came, so he turned back around and headed towards the different he came from. Every turn he made, he didn't recognized any of the surroundings. Night came as the sun settles in the west and the sky became darker by the minutes. The hunting party looked for him and call out to him, but he didn't answer back. They searched and searched, but found nothing. They waited till the next day and searched again, but with no avail they couldn't find him. My uncle wandered off into the deep forest for three days. What he ate in those three days will never know because I forgot to ask him or I don't remembered that part. He said he was trying to get out of the forest by following the sun's coordination, but it seems like he was coming to the same spot. Everything was different. The corners looked different at every turn and he was really lost. He would sleep under a tree with his rifle on his chest just incase something came out to get him. On the third day, the hunting party came home and called the ancestors to help them. They promised a chicken or a pig if the ancestor help the uncle find the way out. Then hours later in the forest, my uncle heard a sound and looked up. He spotted a deer in front of him. For some reason, his heart told him to follow the deer and he did. The deer did not run really fast not slow. It sort of walked in a pace where my uncle won't be able to shoot it. So my uncle followed the deer to the boundary of the forest and the deer ran away. My uncle then looked at the surrounding and realized where he was. He went back to camp and came home with the hunting party. Since that day, he never went hunting ever again. Some say, it was the forest spirit who teased him and wouldn't let him out, but others say he might of forgot where he was going. I say it might be the forest spirits because this also happened to me once.

I went hunting last year with my buddies and I have never been there before. We went there on thursday and they showed me where I will be sitting for deer. So the next morning, I followed the small flashing tic tacs and got to the tree, but as I looked up the tree I was at the wrong one. So i retraced my steps and went to another tree. I got the the tree and found it was the wrong tree. Then I finally found the tree when dawg breaks and the light was already coming up. I waited in the tree for 3 hours and nothing came so I went to look for a deer. Man, was I wronged. Never ever go wandering around for deer in a place you have never been too. I went north passed the 8 ft shrubs into the pine tree forest then saw a female doe. Chased it further up the made a left turn. I went back south, and I ended up in a spot I did not know. Heard white people talking in the distance, so I turned the other way. I got lost for 45 minutes untilI finally found my tree stand. I walked back to the main road but as I got the the main road it didnt looked like it was the main road. It was so different so I went back to the tree where my stand was at. I retraced my steps slowly to get back at the main road, but I was still confused so I said in my mind " Who ever is blocking me or messing with me better not fuk with me . I said some hmong words then 5 minutes later I found the main road again. I was pissed off and learned my lesson. Always bring a GPS or a compass. More stories coming up.

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Hmong Stories / Re: Hmong ghost stories

« on: December 27, 2011, 07:07:33 PM »

JKL,

That sounds somewhat like tsog tsuam. I've heard people describe their tsog tsuam experiences. They say they yell and scream while being sat on but no one around could hear anything.

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Books & Magazines / Re: reading spots and times...

« on: December 27, 2011, 04:31:01 PM »

Quote from: evil-in-deed on November 05, 2011, 09:57:34 PM

whats yours?...

mines are... breaks at work... bathroom... and bedtime...

usually i have 1-3 different books for each 1 occasion...

Over on Christmas Day, I drove up north for an hour and a half to hunt. Then I spent an hour reading in the nice warm winter weather.lol

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Hmong Stories / Re: Hmong ghost stories

« on: December 21, 2011, 12:05:10 AM »

My former hunting partner whom I have not seen lately told his personal experience one time several years ago while hunting.

In the deep woods of White Water Wild Life Management Area (WMA), he had a stand way down the hills far from other hunters that morning. He got there around 4 a.m. He got onto the stand and sat in the cold since it was already early November in MN. He was so cold he she shivering, despite the several layers of warm clothes he had on that day.

Just about 30 minutes later, he heard some people talking and then breaking twigs into an old abandoned building that looked like an outhouse. (He had seen that house in the day time once when he first came to that area to make his stand.) He continued to listen. Suddenly, a bonfire was in flame in the torn-down building. Several men were standing around the fireplace and warming up their hands on the flames. They were far, so the hunting partner coudln't see clearly who they were, just that they were tall with beards and with some old coats on.

Because he got so cold, the hunting partner decided he would go and ask to join them. He got off his stand and started to walk on the ground towards the building. The flame was real red and the fireplace was burning hot as he looked at it. The three guys were shaking their bodies around the fireplace as he kept going towards them. Just when he was only about two sedan in distance to them, he tripped on a vine and fell onto the ground. He quickly got up and the fireplace was gone. He ran to the place and there was no one there. The place where the fireplace was, was now all very cold. No one was around. The building had no foot prints on the ground, either.

Goosebumps raised all over his body, the hunting partner quickly went back by his stand and looked for his way back up a hill and went to the car. He never went back there again. Three years ago when I was hunting with him, we went by the hill. He pointed down the valley to where that thatch was. lol...I told him we should avoid that place forever.

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Hmong News / Re: Hmong populations by U.S. states: 2010 Census Bureau Reports

« on: December 19, 2011, 05:00:36 PM »

Quote from: TusHluasSiabZoo on December 19, 2011, 10:44:17 AM

Great informs I like your post

Thank you.

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Funeral Rituals & Customs / Re: Ask to be Cua Nyab or Txiv Daglaus

« on: December 12, 2011, 04:55:12 PM »

Talk to your dad. He knows and will tell you.

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Hmong Stories / Re: Hmong ghost stories

« on: December 10, 2011, 10:48:57 PM »

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this is a photo i took indoor at the hmong new year a week ago...
i took over 200 photos that day and this one stood out.

faces blurred to protect identity.

what is wrong with this photo?