A number of years ago I met approx 9 adults and young children coming down the Bucklin Trail on the back side of Killington. They were from PA, had no water, no backpacks, and no clue.
I was heading up with two dogs and the usual gear. It was 90 degrees in the shade. I didn't like the looks of this so I asked them where they were headed? They replied "back to our car". Now the alarms went off in my head because I knew mine was the only car at the trailhead. I asked them where their car was parked and the person in charge casually replied "at the gondola base!" I was in the state of shock and I knew I had to give them the very bad news. They were incredulous at first but they finally realized that I was not making this up. I recommended to them that they hike back up from whence they came, and from there they could ride the gondola back down.
I gave them water and hiked up with them. I tried to explain that there are many trails on these mountain and they don't all lead back to the same spot. I also tried to educate them about such things as maps, water, and day packs. I have never forgotten what one of them said to me as we were climbing up the steep part. He stopped, a just stared like he couldn't make sense of the entire situation. He then said to me "you do this because you think this is fun???"
I don't think they needed my hiking tips because from the looks of them, I think they had just experienced their first and last hike.
I also rendered first aid to a dog who had a nasty cut on her paw this summer. She was bleeding a lot and could not weight bear. I fixed her up good and she hiked back out with her owners, hopefully to be taken directly to the animal hospital.
I was assisted by a skier when I injured my knee on the Tuckerman trail. I was working my way back down but the word got out that their was an injured hiker. He was really nice. He took my pack and helped me with my Akita. He told me that he really didn't want to ski anyway which I seriously doubted, but I was very grateful that he cared enough to come and help me.
Over the years I have redirected a number of "lost" hikers who had no maps and no clue. Two of the more interesting ones I named "Dick and Jane". They told me they were "following the dots" but they had no idea where the dots were taking them.
I was also helped back to the Mizpah Hut by a thru hiker who came upon my friend and I on the Webster Cliff trail as the sun was setting in the West! We had hiked down the wrong way and I injured my leg when I took a nasty fall. He carried my pack and walked right with us letting me lead so I could set the pace which was of course very slow. We got to eat cold mashed potatoes and peas for supper but they tasted pretty good after that big mess.
I also saved a lost dog who was starving.
That's about covers it all.
These stories are very interesting. You just never know what you might run into up there.