Watch out for the things that go bump in the night-
Just returned from a five day camping/fishing outing down to the Port Mansfield cut (a man-made/dredged canal that runs east and west from Port Mansfield, Texas to the gulf of Mexico), this separates South Padre Island from PINS (Padre Island National Seashore). Probably 50 or so miles from South Padre and 75-80 miles from Corpus Christi, TX.
From where I was camped on the north side of the cut, it is easy to see/hear/monitor fishing/camping areas along the south side of the cut during the day and even easier during the night. The sounds of a engine boat or motor vehicle can be heard for miles.
One perfectly calm, beautiful night at 11:30 PM (with a half moon) I was awakened by the sounds of a small maybe 12' aluminum boat and motor traveling to the end of the cut towards the meeting of the entrance and gulf of Mexico. No lights at all, no lights on the south side of the cut (on the beach), no motor vehicle had been there for hours. As the boat got closer to the end of the cut a small light came on-on the beach. Obviously someone had been dropped off (not camping) hours earlier and was waiting for someone. The boat came to stop at the light, the engine was shut off. The boat picked someone up from the beach, and transported them directly to the other side-now on the shore (south shore) of PINS. The motor was shut off. It restarted again about 10 minutes later, and proceeded west towards Port Mansfield until it reached about 100 yards past where I was camped and again pulled to the shore where it stayed for another 15 minutes. The motor started back up and it headed west again towards Port Mansfield-never to be seen or heard form again. I could not tell if there were two people in the boat at that time or just one. I laid there for hours in bed listening to the night sounds, occasionally hearing the sounds of a great blue Heron squawking as it took to flight after being disturbed in the night by something.
On previous camping ventures to the area I have found heavily littered camp sites, usually with 5 gallon containers of water, tarps, toilet paper, rain coats, rations -all of which can be purchased at a Dollar General store-cheap. I could have easily picked up 14-16 trash bags of junk-but I couldn't have taken it back unless I had a trailer to haul it. Obviously the site was being used as a illegal alien drop off zone -for a long time.
I suspect this last camping venture was more of a drug drop off situation-who knows. I did notice while I was returning from kayak fishing the next day, that some had driven past the access road to my campsite going towards the area where I had last heard the boat come ashore for 15 minutes or so the night before. Whatever the vehicle was it went to an area I would not have gone to-(I turned around when I encountered a huge deep mud hole four days earlier). This vehicle had massive 12-13" wide tires.
I was not armed to protect myself-but I will be in the future. Not that it would make a difference. I wasn't going to stay awake from 11:30 PM to the sun came up the next morning at 6:30 AM. Needless to say I didn't get a lot of sleep that night.
thanks
Bob