10 Hunting Trips GONE HORRIBLY WRONG - Darkness Prevails

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some of us like to go fishing others enjoy going on hikes but many enjoy going out for a relaxing hunt I mean I don't personally like hunting myself but by god nothing is better than deer jerky but as these eyewitness accounts are about to show you you might be risking everything for that next chewy bite of umami enjoy these 10 allegedly true stories of hunting trips gone horribly wrong if you want your story to appear in a future video go to darkness prevalence Oregon submitted today thank you sublet Idaho hunting trip by Idaho living a few years back I was invited by my friend Matt to go deer hunting and a range of mountains neither of us had ever been to before Matt had gone up a few days ahead of me to claim a nice camping spot and to hunt with his son for a few days on their own the day I headed up I had found their camping spot but no one was there and I concluded that they went hunting early that day as it was just after sunup so I decided to go explore and hunt on my own and I came back around midday thinking they would be back by then so I unloaded my ATV donned my hand-sewn ghillie suit something I had made just a week before then I set out after a while of driving around and taking short hikes into areas that seemed like sure things that it would have been chalked full with deer but I got skunked every time what we call it when we don't see anything when hunting I stumbled into an area that had been burned up in a forest fire earlier this year I'd never been in a burned up area like this before and I was just absorbing all the visual shock of the devastation I was walking along the ridgeline of the burned area looking as far as I could see it cross all the other ridges where the fire had burned did hop I even found the burned charred remains of some poor little critter two unfortunate to escape in the blaze shaking my head to clear my mood and focus and why I came here and tried to gauge distances with no points of reference but I spotted a clear patch of dirt down at the bottom of the ravine it must have been 250 yards give or take I set the risers site on my rifle to the 250 mark and took a shot at a rock roughly the size of a small dog in the middle of the patch and bare dirt and I nailed it satisfied with the shot and seeing that it was midday now I headed back to camp as I was nearing the camp I saw skinned and cleaned out deer hanging from a tree and I met up with my friend we chatted for a while about his son bagging the deer about the burned up area and the moose II saw moose are unusual to us as the mountains we grew up around have a very small population of them and you rarely ever saw them anyway we cooked up some lunch and set down by a campfire my friend said he was going to run down the mountain to get a cell signal and call his wife to pick up his son we put the fire out and they took off I decided around that time to go hunting again but headed in the opposite direction this time away from the burned up area I found a nice trail for ATVs and drove up it it was a beautiful drive through an aspen grove it was mid fall and the leaves were all golden in color the mid afternoon Sun almost seemed to Sparkle off of them the cool crisp autumn air was filled with a perfumed aroma of the Aspen's I came to the end of the trail only because a huge tree had fallen down across the path some years ago and it had never been cleared out I got off of my ATV and walked up the abandoned and overgrown trail after a bit of a hike I was in pine trees with a low-hanging branches just at my head level and I had to do a lot of ducking to get around after a while I noticed that all the low pine branches were all broken and roughed up as if deer or elk had been tearing them up feeling like I was in a lucky zone I kept going up the trail I finally ran into an area that had no grass in the ground it can tell what kind of animal was on the trail sure enough I seem to have found the deer and elk highway I was beyond stoked now further up the trail I found some leg bones of a deer and I have a habit of trying to find the whole skeleton in hopes of finding the skull because if it still had antlers attached those were very useful or could be used as tools or trophies searching around for a few minutes I found the entire skeleton but it was female but I spotted another leg bone nearby an elk bone and I went to look for that skeleton as well I found it a few moments later only to see it was a small young female I started to get a funny feeling like I should get out of the area and I started to back out I was looking around when I noticed carnivore scat and bones of even smaller animals the whole way back I was looking over my shoulder until I reached my ATV I sped back to camp and started the fire again by scent there drinking until my friend Matt finally showed back up we stayed in camp until his wife showed up to pick up their son and to take him home Matt and I discussed our hunting plans for the next day as we were sitting there we saw a large black animal walking in the hill across from our camp at first we assumed it was a ranchers cow but took a second look through binoculars when we realized it was alone and cows tend to stay with the herd Matt muttered just another moose looking through his binoculars as for the hunting plans we came up with Matt would be going to hunt where his son had bagged that deer and I was going to hunt at a creek near our camp where Matt said he saw plenty of deer I opted not to go with Matt as I didn't want to take a long drive to where they were hunting on the backside of the mountain near some farmers fields and I preferred to hunt nearby the next day we woke up at around 4:30 a.m. i boiled the kettle of water to make some instant oatmeal a true hunter's breakfast Matt asked me one more time if I was sure I didn't want to go with him to his spot I firmly said now I had a good feeling about hunting over at the creek he gave me one last warning about watching out for moose then took off I put on my ghillie suit and my headlamp and walked over to the creek it wasn't far from our camp a few hundred yards at best I couldn't see anything through the darkness and my headlamp only seemed to light up the area four feet ahead of me and anything beyond that was too dim and hard to make out the batteries weren't fresh so that didn't help I managed to find a spot I thought was going to be good i sat there and i waited for daylight the sky was beginning to brighten and I could make out more of the landscape dim but clearer than my headlamp could make it a little while after that I could see well enough to make out an even better spot to wait out an animal in a clump of Aspen's with a clear line down the whole creek I walked over as quietly as I could and I got set up there as the morning light was getting bright enough to see totally clearly I could hear all sorts of things moving around in the thick brush beyond the tree line of the creek I set and planned out scenarios through my head of what I would do if I saw a deer in certain areas then out of the bushes on my right side within two feet of me trotted out three coyotes in single file I nearly jumped but remained calm I mean I could have reached out and grabbed one by the tail they were that close I was amazed that the effectiveness of my ghillie suit and the scent spray they had no idea I was there a few moments later I heard something else getting closer to the creek through the dense brush I could tell the direction it was heading it moved quietly out of my hiding spot and heard it was just on the other side of a large pine tree of course by then the Coyotes were long gone I was using my scope this time and I set the zoom to the lowest power and began to kneel down I had one eye through the scope and the other eye looking at the tree waiting for the animal to pop out my heart was pounding in anticipation whatever it was it sounded huge I even had a second thought about the situation was I really ready for whatever was on the other side I realized all too late that i'd never hunted something so large and if it was a deer it would definitely not be walking around not caring what knew it was there it was not even trying to be quiet that moment the head of this huge animal came out from behind the tree at first it was looking down at the ground its noticed me and looked over my way it was the biggest moose I'd ever seen I could have used one of the mooses paddles as a hammock for myself that big the magazine photos I've seen and other trophy mounts I've witnessed this animal was by far larger than any of those and was standing a mere 10 yards away from me it was that moment you realize you're in trouble and time seems to stand still and let you think of an option by then I was too far away from the tree line to be able to run back into the thick Aspen's where I had been without that thing reaching me my hope is that my ghillie suit would confuse the moose and I hope that getting close to the willow shrub could save me from getting stepped on so I tried to situate myself as close to the willow shrub as past without giving away my position if this thing stepped on me I'd be done for I couldn't see anything going on around me the hood of my suit was large and was covering my whole head I could hear the Moose snorting and grunting angrily and then I heard the sounds of at least five more individuals large animals moving out of the thick brush and heading to the creek I was in deep too deep I was so scared I was shaking and it's hard to manage to stay still in that kind of situation I had the thought of shooting my rifle off and trying to scare all the moose away and take the risk of being stepped on by a 2,000 pound animal as I went to slowly move my hand up to the trigger my wrist was caught on my sling and I could not move my arm up to the trigger all the way as the old military saying goes there is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole during a firefight I found myself praying for a way out after what I think was five minutes I hear the herd head back into the brush I waited even longer for silence again I peeked out as best I could under my hood to my sides and I didn't see anything I slowly pushed myself up pulled my hood back and looked around that's when I heard a snort I looked behind me to see the massive male only five feet from me and it knew I was there it was angry I went back down and put my hood back up real quick but the moose continued to snort and grunt I heard it begin to thrash the willow bush with its paddles I was shaking uncontrollably at the moment I started praying for someone to drive by and scare the attacking thing away I didn't know if anyone would drive by because of the whole day I had only seen two other people the moose finally stopped thrashing on the willow bush and was now just snorting I forced myself to calm down but I couldn't stop thinking that one good strike with its paddles or huff and I wouldn't be alive anymore it could happen at any moment no matter how hard I tried I was still shaking a bit from the adrenaline but I had calmed down mostly what seemed like hours passed waiting for this moose to move on finally a large truck drove by I heard them stop and comment on the massive size of the moose and Bay didn't even see that I was there a few moments later the moose just trots off into the brush after its heard the truck drove off and I got up and got out of there as fast as I could I jumped the creek and jogged up to the road I went and set next to some small bushes and went over what the heck just happened as I was sitting there some deer happened to pop out and get a drink I raised my rifle but for the first time in my hunting career I hesitated a thought raced through my head how could I even think about taking this animal's life moments after something bigger than me only narrowly and unknowingly spared mine I lowered my rifle and muttered to myself not today buddy I walked back to camp and waited for Matt after a couple of hours he showed back up to camp I told him my story of what had happened I'm sure he thought it was a BS story and said to me how told you dude there was moose and he laughed at me to this day I still wonder if those people in the truck took a picture of that moose and perhaps the unknowingly captured a photo of a man with the look of death in his eyes hunting trip stalker by hunt see for quite some time I'd been an avid hunter and I've also hunted in this particular area for the past five years I'm very familiar with these mountains it was the fourth day of bear season and I had finally decided on a spot a meadow about two months before due to all of the heavy predator signs such as prints scat and carcasses now you have to understand hunting predators tends to be slightly unnerving at times at times I think we have a built-in since when you know something is close because sometimes things don't feel right anyway that day I got to my spot an hour before the Sun rose as I didn't want to come too late that i spooked everything I found a tree and dug out a small trench to lay in where I could easily keep an eye on the meadow now everything was pretty quiet and I felt something odd like eyes watching me but I pushed the feeling away I decided I would take a nap before shooting light so I propped my hat over my face and prayed that me being sleepy didn't keep me from missing the best prize I laid there trying to get some shut-eye and listening closely for any kind of movement but I couldn't really get any rest because of the unnerving feeling like I was not alone plus the Rising Sun was getting brighter by the second shining through the trees and hitting me through my cap so really I was just laying there and waiting a few minutes later out of nowhere a little bit of light shining through the holes of my hat went dark as if someone or something had stepped in front of the light and they'd have to be right in front of me at that angle in a split moment I pulled up my cap heard large wings flapping right in front of me felt a gust against my face in the shadow of something taking flight and disappearing above me this really put me off my guard out of me nervous and I was already low on sleep but because I was so exhausted I thought it was either just a bird or something I just made up for being half awake I lay bare for another five minutes thinking and waiting when to my surprise my hat gets smashed down on my face as if something just landed on it or whacked at it it really hurt my head because whatever it was hit it extremely hard or was just that heavy when I got up and pulled my cap back up to see what it was once again all I see are flapping wings in a black silhouette flying back up through the trees at the rate it moved and how slow I was to catch a glimpse of it I can't even tell you how big or small it was all I knew was that it had wings and I was starting to think it was harassing me and then I felt dripping on my head a warm sensation that grew colder the further down it got I dabbed my finger on my forehead to feel the liquid it was red whatever that was had hit me so hard it broke the skin and for all I knew I had a concussion I needed to get home sadly calling the hunting trip quits early I began to make my way out of the woods thinking of what doctor to go to or even if I should see a doctor about this but as I moved making my way back I heard flapping the same flapping sound it was coming from above me now and here and there on the ground I saw a shadow moving something shadow being cast from above I found myself power walking and then full-on running until I made my way back to my vehicle just as I stepped inside to drive away I looked back at the top of the trees and I swear I saw a silhouette standing on one of the branches the thing was the size of a large German Shepherd that's for sure but because of the bright sunlight behind it all I saw was a dark outline what it was I don't really know it could have just been a really teed off bird or something else whenever I went back out in the mountains after that I tried to keep an eye out for the thing but I haven't seen it since and yeah I'm glad I left that day because I had a pretty severe concussion according to the doctors hunting with the dark by Ethan I live in Central Arkansas just northwest of Searcy my family has called this area around Mount Pisgah home since the early 1880s so naturally my family has a strong relationship to the land we own about 600 acres on Mount Pisgah and that flat ground land is good for row crop farming being poor southern farmers all the way back to my great-grandfather we've also been avid trappers and hunters just to pay the wintertime bills and put supper on the table my grandfather and father always ran a lengthy trapline on neighbors land so when I was old enough to be trusted with a dog in a 22 I started Coon and squirrel hunting for meat and hides my grandfather and my dad always avoided ghost stories too my dad would give a growl and leave the house if someone started to tell one my grandfather would shut the individual up with a loud cursing so naturally I thought they didn't like ghost stories because they thought they were dumb and untrue I couldn't have been more wrong Mount Pisgah being 1500 acres several different people and families owned a piece of it I was hunting Miss Michelle's property one cold winter day with my mountain cur Bob an odd name for a dog sure it was a good day and my knapsack had several squirrels in a couple of rabbits it was getting late and being still about five miles from home I decided to radio in on my walkie-talkie to tell my family I'd be home for breakfast with hopefully a few raccoons in my mixed bag as darkness fell I put my coon lamp on my cab Bob for a bad squirrel dog was a fantastic Coon dog we'd caught four Coons since ten o'clock the wind began to howl furiously and we stopped our Coon hunt to seek shelter being raised in knowing this land so thoroughly you almost always know where you're at I remembered Miss Michele's son David had a small log cabin about a quarter mile north of my location so me and Bob arrived there happy to see the cabin we built a fire in the stone fireplace it was actually part of the original cabin built before the Civil War and was burned during a skirmish in 1863 as we warmed ourselves we heard what sounded like cannon fire and musket shots Ice Ward was just freezing rain and hail but it grew louder until it sounded like it was just outside Bob was cowering in a corner scared for his life by then the clouds had cleared and though the rain had stopped the sounds continued and now I knew very clearly but these were shots being fired and they were accompanied by the sound of men screaming and shouting dozens of sets of footsteps running through the forest I looked outside and I was bewildered by what I saw what appeared to be muskets being aimed toward the cabin I jumped down covered my head and put my body over Bob dozens of different shots were fired but shortly after everything was quiet I considered that our chance to get out of there with our lives intact I grabbed Bob and I ran out of the door I ran towards home until I had to put Bob down and he ran back even faster than I did when I was back at home I woke my dad and told him what I'd seen he told me to sit by the wood stove for a bit he called my grandfather over and together the two of them sat with me and told me some of the occurrences they had as well they say they've experienced the same thing and that they keep quiet about it they said it's harmless just history repeating itself and though it sounds terrifying it's best just to ignore that it's happening and move on after that my grandfather drove us to miss Michelle's property and we hiked up to the cabin on the old wagon road the cabin I had just been staying in had burnt to the ground in under an hour my grandfather and father looked at each other and muttered that's new and I realized one of two things happened the fire I'd left in the fireplace had burned the place to the ground or those apparitions were more real than my father and grandfather knew that was about nine years ago and I remember the scene and the sounds more clearly than ever and though my family helped to rebuild that cabin believe it or not the place has been burned down twice since then and on one occasion according to the firefighters it appeared that a torch was what burned it not the fireplace in the woods by M bird I live in the woods of Alabama with my family of course I am 17 and still live with my parents I love it out here but I can't lie when I say that sometimes things happen that you can't really explain my brother and I each have a large Great Dane and every few nights I feel like I hear them going crazy barking in the deep woods I obviously get worried and always go out to try to call them back to the house but usually they are already just outside the door on the back porch staring tensely and completely rigid just looking into the woods at first I blamed it on the sound of their barking bouncing off objects and sounding further away than they really were but after this hunting incident I am not so sure anymore it was the single most intense moment I've ever experienced on the property and it happened a couple of months ago during the white-tailed deer season I'm usually an avid hunter but I hadn't been out that season yet due to my concentration on the wrestling season which goes on at around the same time however one day my dad called me and said my little cousin wanted to go hunting he proceeded to ask if I could take him and I immediately agreed I love that little dude and he's obsessed with hunting an hour later we were walking down the trail and I couldn't stop smiling seeing my cousin so happy in his little camo outfit we walked down a very large hill and across a creek then walked up another hill now we were at the small house a shooting house that we hunt out oven it overlooks a large green field that we started planting two years back off to the right of me is the stretch of Creek part of which we crossed over earlier and some really thick underbrush to the left of us and in front there is green grass and that goes out for hundreds of yards unfortunately we did not bag a deer that day but I did see something white flash through the brush behind the back of the field it was small probably four feet off the ground so I did assume it was the tail of a white-tailed deer since they tend to run with their tails straight up but even if it was just a deer what the heck was it running from we had taken down all the coyotes the year before because they had been stealing chickens and it was too far away to have noticed my cousin and I I was sure of it anyway that didn't really affect me much during the hunt because I had no reason to believe there was something dark in those woods something out of the ordinary I was just frustrated at the lost opportunity at the deer soon after that I thought I started hearing walking through the woods to my right and on the other side of the small Creek and brush I shushed my cousin and told him that I think something is walking towards the field and to keep his eyes out I saw the look in his eyes and he was growing more excited by the second he thought it was a deer that I was hearing but noticed I said something was walking because I knew it was not a deer when you're out in the woods long enough you can identify a lot of animals by the sounds they make when walking through the woods and deer for instance will often take about three steps and then pause then look around for danger before walking again this creature I was hearing had a similar walking pattern to a squirrel it would go kind of fast then crash like it was coming to a stop suddenly but it was no squirrel because squirrels are not heavy enough to break branches the entity moved around outside of my sight for close to 45 minutes before suddenly stopping for good I was unsettled but still operating like nothing was wrong at that point another hour passed and it was growing dark so me and my slightly disappointed cousin began to walk back to the house without any issue so far we got to the house and my cousin suddenly chirped I left my camo bag after the disappointing hunts I couldn't let him go home without his favorite bag so I offered to go down and get it for him even in spite of a dark and moonless night and that was the choice that led me to the single most terrifying moment of my life as I didn't have to worry about scaring off deer I decided to take our new four-wheeler I quickly made it to the shooting house and grabbed a bag in toboggan that my cousin had left as I hopped back on the four-wheeler I looked up just in time to see a small white figure - out of the corner of my headlight beam at an impossible pace the memory of those footsteps in the brush came rushing back and I decided I'm about to use the full seven hundred fifty cc's to get back home I whip around at a speed that wouldn't be approved by any sane person and headed down into the creek suddenly the footsteps came splashing through the water behind me at what sounded like Mach 7 I can hear these steps over the roar of my massive ATV engine which shouldn't have been possible and I cannot stress how fast it sounded it was comparable to the speed of a jackhammer breaking concrete but on water I look back and nearly caused myself to crash because what I see is a small white humanoid shape thing with black hair half the length of its body the only reason I could see it was because it was close enough to me that my red tail light was illuminating it bad was enough I pushed in the gas as hard as I could go and send dirt and debris flying behind me basically flying out of the creek and ripping a completely new trail back up the giant hill that leads to my house then I hit a bump at this insane speed and the four-wheeler went airborne this didn't faze me too scared to let it as I landed 15 feet from when I left the ground I was already full throttle again - I whipped into the gravel driveway at enough speed to put deep ruts into the ground and I hopped off drawing my buck knife as I landed on the ground and scanned the area the first thing I noticed was the white figure wasn't anywhere that I could see but the second thing I noticed was neither was my cousin I was past afraid and getting furious at this point chase me I run but mess with my six-year-old cousin and I'll make you run I was about to take off into the woods screaming his name when I glanced over and saw him looking out of one of the windows of my house looking pretty shaken up I ran inside and asked if he was all right and he said he was terrified when he heard me flying through the woods that fast he asked if I was running away from something and I said no I was just doing it for fun he calmed down pretty quickly as he left that night my dad asked me why I wasn't already driving like a madman but I gave him a look that said I am NOT going to talk about it he said simply don't mess up that four-wheeler then he left me alone since then not much has happened I still hear my dogs barking out of the woods when I know they're on the porch but other than that the thing hasn't made another in-person appearance and I'm okay with that but that thing better steer clear of my family and my dogs because I will blast it into Kingdom Come skinwalkers sighting in Illinois by redneck admit I'm 20 years old and live in Illinois I've been in the woods my entire life in fact my dad brought me hunting for the first time when I was only 4 years old and no he didn't give me a rifle just yet he just let me sit and watch with him since then I've been in love with all things outdoors I mainly Bo hunt for everything from deer to squirrels but I'll often take my 22 or 17 HMR for Coon or squirrel hunting this particular event took place about a year ago I was 19 then and my friend who will call our was 17 our and I are at his house which sat on a 10-acre plot of land and was surrounded by hundreds if not thousands of acres that we practically had free rein over as long as we didn't tear apart his neighbor's corn or beans on dirt bikes so we spent almost every weekend out in the woods either riding dirt bikes hunting or fishing in the farm ponds so we knew the area and the animals in the area very well quite often we'd go out at night to Coon hunter coyote hunt and that is how this story starts our and I had planned on taking his coon hound banjo out to get some Coons then in the trip by camping out of the barn and we had done just that we'd finished up hunting and we were hanging out in the barn with my ar-15 just watching TV and hanging out with his dad I had brought my ar-15 because I had a new site for it I had put it on so I had it next to me in the man cave that's what the barn basically was we always had at least one firearm easily accessible just in case we heard banjo going at it there was a chicken coop out there and sometimes Coons are coyotes trying to get a midnight snack that night at about 1:00 a.m. our was passed out on the couch and I was just watching family guy half asleep and I heard banjo start to bark I said they're thinking about how I didn't want to get out of the recliner to find out what he was barking at but figured it was better than ours mom yelling at us about missing a rooster or a chicken so I got up and grabbed my AR which still had about 10 rounds in the magazine I turned on the torch that I had attached to the rail of it and walked out the door leaving are passed out on the couch when I walked out I had to walk around another shed to be within 50 yards of the actual coupe so I walked around and started heading toward the coupe not really paying attention until I realized banjo had stopped barking then the realization that I didn't hear the frogs or crickets or any wildlife at all hit me why was it so quiet this immediately put me on edge I began to scan the tree line with my light not knowing what to expect until my light got to Banjos enclosure there there was this pale white thing leaning over the four foot high fencing they used four banjos area it was looking right at his doghouse and when the light fell on it it turned its head to look at me it stood up and was easily eight inches taller than me it had bright yellow eyes probably just reflecting my flashlight and that was the first time in my life that I had legitimate ly frozen with fear I couldn't move and this thing was just staring me down while making this really low growling noise something I've never heard before after what had to have been 30 seconds I finally regained self control I raised up the AR thinking there was no way I could take down whatever this was just wishing that I had a 12-gauge slug I shot one round and I missed because I was shaking so bad then I emptied whatever it was left in my magazine and it wasn't until I stopped firing that I realized it had scurried off when the AR went quiet I heard the thing screaming and howling in the distance rustling and scurrying away through the underbrush in the forest as I stood there matha gape and panting and his dad came out of the barn looking around and then at me frantically asking me what the heck was going on I stood there staring toward the trees where the thing had run off to and without looking at our I just said we need to go inside I spent the rest of the night keeping an eye out in the window of the main house and the next morning I told all exactly what I saw we continue to hunt at night they're using banjo who also survived the ordeal and now we have a bit of a morbid fascination hoping we can see the creature again our believes me and would love to see it himself but I'll have the right firepower next time and it won't be getting away northern horror by water Reaper my name is Luke I'm 37 and loved to hunt I enjoy taking my two sons Jordan and Mike to hunt with me we used to live out on the rocky mountains of Alberta in a heavily forested area and that's actually when and where this story took place it was winter at the time I was walking down the local lake on the man-made path near my cabin I had made that hunting trip almost every night with my sons but tonight they were studying for an exam and decided to stay home I was fine with that as I'd walked this path alone before a thousand times the worst I'd seen was a wolf once which wouldn't have been a problem since I had my hunting rifle with me I'd gotten to the lake when I started to hear noises in the forest the cracking of tree limbs it sounded like and I thought it was a bear but when I heard the guttural scream I knew it was something else the silence that followed was entirely unnatural all I could then here was the howling of the wind and the groaning of the swaying trees seconds later I saw something something that was nearly as tall as one of the trees something with a pale complexion and way too long arms I was choking for air as I watched it completely in disbelief immediately wondering what sort of thing I ate last night that had gone bad and then it looked at me it screamed that guttural scream again and before it could move I turned and booked it back the way I came when I reached the trees the taller ones I climbed up the closest pine I could and I crawled as fast as I could to reach a height taller than that thing which was pretty difficult once I reached the top of the tree something began shaking it from the bottom the shaking soon stopped I heard heavy footsteps thudding away from me followed by an even more distant screaming and when it was silent again I crawled down and I raced home faster than ever nearly knocking the door off its hinges when I tried to get inside I've never been that scared before I remember my son's looking at me thinking what the heck is going on but I simply attributed it to a mountain lion I didn't want my son scared to be outdoors even though it took me a long time not to be scared of them after that hunting with my cousin by Jamie l this happened five years ago when I was 13 my cousin and I had planned on going into the woods for a hunt hoping to bag some deer or even raccoons but what we actually found was nothing like what we expected we didn't go by foot we ended up using a four-wheeler for a faster trip we drove along the path and it wasn't long before my cousin saw a raccoon this is what you get when he get in our trash my cousin said he tiptoed off the four-wheeler I stayed put waiting for him asking him to hurry up as I waited for him I heard footsteps like heavy boots nearby and they weren't coming from the same direction my cousin wise before I could look into it my cousin was already back saying that he lost the dang thing I shush him and he suddenly hears it too the heavy footsteps he whispers to me better get ready to run especially if it's some angry stranger packing that didn't help at all and I was starting to get worried but then I saw him it looked like a man crawling around unclothed in the nearby bushes then the guy looked over at us he stared and simply breathed heavily all I remember was my cousin screaming what the f as we took back off down the trail at full speed we went so fast so suddenly that I heard a crack in my neck when we thought we were far enough away we finally stopped and stared at each other wondering what in the world that guy was doing out there and wondered if he had been following us especially considering how large the forest lies and the odds of us accidentally running into anyone were extremely low my cousin and I took a break from hunting for a while after that creeped out and altogether weirded out by the woods scary strange noise when hunting by average redneck back in 2017 I was deer hunting on some public land on a lake that is in Oklahoma that spot that I hunt at is on an old railroad track from the late 1800s to early 1900s before the lake was built along the track you can even find remnants of old houses buildings wells and things like that there is even a small creek that runs along the edge of the railroad track across the creek is an old town where everything was demolished in the process of creating this lake there's even an old abandoned Cemetery in the woods near the town there are not many houses anywhere near where I hunt just woods for miles and a few houses on the border of the public land now that you know about the lay of the land I will get on to my story I was 16 years old and had been hunting basically my whole life up until then and I've had so many strange occurrences while hunting that I didn't scare too easily I hunted this particular spot for over four years at that point so I knew the area extremely well and can quietly get to my stand without being noticed by game that morning I wanted to be in the spot extra early I got up about two hours before legal shooting time got my stuff and started to walk out to the stand I had an uneventful walk to the railroad track but when I got to the track I started hearing it I had about a 400 yard walk to get to the stand and when I first heard the noise I immediately got chills the noise was a very loud whistling type noise that lasted about one point five seconds and occurred in about five second intervals and guess where the noise was coming from straight from my stand I stayed where I was for about five minutes just listening to the sound at that point I found that the noise was coming from past to the stand so me being the avid hunter I decided to risk it and go to the stand anyway I slowly worked my way to the stand stopping every few seconds to listen to the noise again then continuing on finally an hour before sunup I made it to the stand and climbed up but the noise was still going on in the distance but louder now I said for a while taking recordings of the noise on my phone and researching what it could have been it was ten minutes before sunup now and I hear the noise the distance where it had previously been coming from and then the noise comes again on the hilltop only less than 100 yards away from me then complete silence I didn't hear it again that was the first time I'd ever heard such a noise it sounded like a roaring wind howling in the distance except there was no wind at all that morning there are no oil rigs in the area either no civilization so how what made the noise any comments on this would be greatly appreciated one day I went to visit a Native American friend that I knew I ended up bringing up the recording of the sound his eyes widened and he said it sounded exactly like a Native American flute he had one of his own and began playing it and he was completely right but how in the world would an instrument that small echoes so loudly and clearly throughout the entire forest skin-walker by Kristin this is a story from my brother Pete back in 2012 him and my grandpa used to hunt off of the Dober extension in a large area of what I should mention that both Pete and my grandpa were qualified army sharpshooters the woods they huntin don't have many houses or anything around except a small unmarked a graveyard with about ten graves in it they were squirrel hunting when Pete heard something peculiar he turned to see what looked like a large dog with mange it either didn't have a tail or had it tucked between its legs where they couldn't see they weren't sure it walked across the path and into the woods our grandpa decided to call it a hellhound well a few weeks later my brother was hunting by himself and he saw it again it wasn't sure what was wrong with it so he decided to try and put it out of its misery so he shot at it a few times but the thing never flinched he knows he hit it though because it wasn't standing very far from him it ran and he followed it for a bet but never saw any trace of it no red splotches on the ground or even footprints a few days after that he went back to see if he could find the body to bury it but all he found was a fresh pile of meat he said it was so fresh it was still steaming from the heat of the animal they were from but there is no body or any evidence that anyone had been there and again no tracks either my brother got a 9-millimeter about a month later and wanted to try it out him and our grandpa went out again they were walking along when they saw the creature once more Pete ended up emptying the entire 9-millimeter clip into it but you could probably guess again that the thing did not flinch it's simply growled and ran off he hasn't really had much time to do any more hunting because his daughter was born the next year and our grandpa got sick and passed away a few years later but the story remains with Pete it's a story he often tells and it's always with a straight face it touched my leg by steely it was 95 or 96 I must have been in my mid-30s and all I ever found myself doing in my free time after work was going on in the woods sitting in my deer stand and waiting for the perfect target I hunted for the fun of it and for the food I couldn't get enough deer steak I was raised on it and ii always loved it even if my wife thought it was annoying to have to cook deer steak so often while on one experience something horrifying happened and it stopped me from hunting for a couple of months but overall it couldn't get me to stop going out there all together i was sitting in my tree stand one afternoon the Sun was beginning to come down but there was still a lot of visibility and a whole lot of orange as it was getting darker I began to hear movement coming from within twenty-five yards ahead of me it was heavy movement - and how I hadn't heard it before it got so close was beyond me I looked through my scope to get a good look at what it was but it blended in with the orange surrounding so much that it looked more like the plant life was coming to life beginning to move around like one tangled mess but as the creature drew closer I realized it was fur that I was looking at fur that perfectly blended in with the autumn scenery when it was about 15 yards away I saw it completely and I'm afraid to say that it saw me as well my mouth froze wide open and I stared at the thing which was at least eight feet tall and covered with orange brown fur from head to toe it had the face of an ape but eyes that were terribly similar to a man's I could even see from that distance its eyes dilate has it seemed to lock in on me and then it began to approach now I was armed and I was thinking about taking aim at it but something told me to hold off told me that firing at it would be a bad idea so I let it come closer ten yards away eight yards away four yards until it was so close that it literally reached up its arm and placed its massive hand on my boot my size 13 boot the hand of the thing completely enveloped my boot until I couldn't see it anymore and I thought he was about to drag me down yanking me from the tree stand but he didn't he stood there seeming to be fascinated with the texture of my boot it looked down at my feet to get a good look at what it was touching then it looked back up at me and it walked away I didn't stop staring until I could no longer see the thing and when it was gone I climbed out of the tree stand and walked slowly quietly and nervously home of course what I saw I believed to be a Bigfoot and everyone I've told even my wife doesn't believe it yet that doesn't make my experience less real folks tell me that hunting is pretty fun and I'm sure it is but after hearing these stories I think I'll stick to my casual hikes along forest trails then again maybe heading off the path might be pretty fun who knows what you might see who knows whether or not 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