5 Scary Hunting Stories (Vol. 1)

[Music] grab your rifles it's hunting season whether you hunt deer coyote or whatever else all hunters have one thing in common they all spend copious amounts of time in the forest with all those hours prowling through the wilderness you are bound to see something you cannot explain these five subscribers share their absolutely terrifying experiences while on hunting trips if you have a story you'd like to share in a future video be sure to send your story into swamp dweller net or the email in the description down below let's get into these truly creepy hunting tales [Music] I've lived my whole life almost 30 years now and Arkansas being raised to stun of the South it should go without saying that I spent a considerable amount of time in our state's vast woodlands hunting camping and etc so I never had any fear the unknown death of the forest well whatever woodland critters reside there until about four years ago when I was a child my parents moved us from a small town of poison out to the small town about 40 miles south of Little Rock both of my parents worked full-time jobs in order to pay off our new house and had a significant swath of land bordering my grandfather's land so through much of my early childhood and after school later on I will go and spend time with my grandpa till my parents got home he was a sweet old man kind of an old hippie about once a week he would ask me to go on a walk with him through the forest and in time before I a cable or Xbox I would totally gladly here you go anything to get me out of the house in my own boredom every walk was the same about a half-mile trip down a well work path past a large pit at the edge of the tree line he would burn trash in through some sandy marsh that was dry almost year-round and eventually to a large oak tree with a hollowed knock growing on it about chest high when we got there he would reach into his jacket pocket and pull out three or four eggs he would leave in the hollow the first time I asked him why he did this he told me that before there was a church on every corner people used to live and die and pray in the forest that the forest was more than just trees and squirrels and then it looked after people all of this sounded like religious nonsense to me I had already had several head-butting arguments with my parents at this point of a religion and then being devout Baptists and I putting my faith more in a good Remington and some man in the clouds I honestly never paid much attention to after that I still will company to him on his walks and just thought of him as a kooky old man who dropped too much acid in the 70s until about four years ago when he died he left me his house and his land and I moved in right quick eager to make it out of the shitty little apartment I had ended up in some 40 miles away my parents had split up and both moved to different states by then so it was comforting on some level to go back to a place where I spent so much of my early life and about a week's time after moving in I had a good bit of trash to burn some of my stuff but mostly my grandpa's old junk he never got around to tossing out it was mid autumn by this point but still way too hot during the day to have a fire so I waited till about dusk grab the last few bags of trash and some freezer burn food and made my way to the pits I had the fire blazing after a couple of minutes the last slivers of sunlight had dropped below the forest making the only light the tall flickering flames dancing off the trees around me I sat down on an old stump and lit a cigarette as I watched the flames I was so deeply enthralled in the orange and red dance I had forgotten to throw the last load of trash in the pit so I stood and kicked the two bags into the flame and began unwrapping all the freezer burn ground beef peas and steaks throwing their contents into the trees and the plastic into the flames it wasn't until I threw the last steak a big frosty t-bone beside a corpse of smooth white bark birch trees that something happened I heard something something blowing rumbling not quite a growl but far from being a comforting sound then one of the branches of one of the smaller birches began to bend almost like it was falling in slow motion then it extended out and I saw from the firelight with horror that what I had previously thought were long little branches were gnarled impossibly long fingers ending in savage points they sunk into the cold meat and something half stepped out of the cover of the trees it was hunched down and thin but I could tell it would be a good foot over my head it looked at me the whole time it slowly dragged the meat over to itself his eyes reflected no light and I couldn't make out any facial characteristics except a mouth too wide for its head filled with canines it brought the steak to its mouth and with a sickening crunch ripped a piece off I didn't see much after that I guess I had been standing and slowly backing away because the next clear thought I had was when I was sprinting back to the house where I bolted the door loaded my shotgun i sat up all night my head swimming with questions grandpa had never said anything about a creature living in the woods become morning I was convinced that's why he left those eggs at every week a few days later when I had the nerve to step foot back into the forest I went with a pocket full of eggs and placed them in the hollow just like he used to do I haven't seen or heard anything like what happened that night four years ago yet once a week every week I'll make a trip into the forest and leave my offering yet to this day I have not once stepped anywhere near the tree line after dark [Music] the hunting cabin was just as I remembered it it was tiny hardly bigger than a toolshed and after a year of neglect dust now coated every surface I hadn't been there in almost 10 years not since the last time I went hunting with my grandfather Sebastian I had been so terrified by the creature we saw in the woods that I hadn't want to return and my parents just assumed I was too bored to want to spend two weeks with a boring old man Gramps still came to visit us but thankfully we never went there when grams passed away a year ago he left the cabin and the thirty acres surrounding it to his only remaining grandchild at 20 years old I had never expected to set foot on the rural mountain side again but a bad breakup had left me the decision of moving into the cabin or into my parents basement the choice had almost been hard to make the local newspaper the village Times they claimed that Gramps died of a bear attack while out chopping firewood behind his cabin I didn't buy that story though and even as I pulled up my beat-up old Ford into the unpaved driveway I had my hand on my gun the old Remington might not do much to the creature roaming those woods but it made me feel better I hadn't seen the thing in a decade but if it was still around when I had to be prepared this time several hours later I was unpacked and the cabin was decently clean all of the utilities were hooked up and the refrigerator was stocked I had taken the week off to work so that I could adjust to my new lifestyle and I was planning on just relaxing for the next few days my first night in day passed uneventfully but by the second night things were getting a little weird I spent enough time in the country as a kid to be familiar with the creatures like raccoons skunks bears and other animals but the freshly made claw marks on the sides of the cabin weren't anything I recognized I woke up on my third morning to the gouges and that was pretty unnerved there were too large to belong to any small critters too high up to be from coyotes and too wide to be from a mountain lion or a bear in this neck of the woods that ruled out everything logical as I studied the claw marks I wonder how I would have slept through them being made they definitely hadn't been there when I first arrived and the fresh mark stood out in a bright contrast to the weather wood of the cabin walls I suppose a human could have made them with a knife but I didn't have any neighbors for miles it would be skulking around there just to prank me it didn't make any sense it crossed my mind that my ex might have just done it to freak me out Cassandra lived almost 50 miles away and didn't have the address to the cabin in the first place I don't use social media enough to bother listing my new address and we didn't have friends in common or anything anyway I eventually shrug to myself deciding to let it go I knew that worrying about it wouldn't help but that afternoon I found myself driving the 10 miles into town and buying some motion activated floodlights and a motion sensing camera two more nights passed and each morning I woke up to the claw marks getting closer and closer to the cabin door as I wanted to believe that it was a stupid prank I had to admit to myself that the evidence was overwhelmingly against the idea the floodlights would turn on in the camera would snap but all I would ever see in the photos was an empty yard and had even tried to set up a video on my phone but all it managed to capture was a vague blur of movement at the edge of the screen I had enough on the fifth night I went outside gunnen Hinton settled comfortably on the porch steps there was no noise no sound to indicate that the usual nocturnal creatures were out about I shut all the lights off and waited for the creature that I knew would come hours passed and as one a.m. rolled around I snapped myself out of a daze I could hear something quietly out by the edge of the woods where a figure was skulking around its features hidden in the shadows as the creature drew closer I rubbed his eyes in disbelief it was Sebastian my supposedly dead grandfather the unclothed figure paused in mid-step its head slowly turning to face me after hearing me gasp in shock Gramps looked sickly with skin pale invisible ribs he was bald now his once Santa like beard and hair gone Gramps I could hear the quiver in my voice and my hands were shaking from terror the gun had fallen to my lap nearly forgotten and the intensity of seeing my presumably dead grandfather had been so convinced that the antler creature I saw years ago--at killed Sebastian that I never once considered that my grandfather might still be alive Gramps what are you doing come home tears were streaming down my cheeks I didn't care what my grandfather had been doing or why he was out there all I cared about that he was alive I just wanted to hug him again run stupid boy it's coming Sebastian's voice barely sounded human his warning came out as almost reptilian hiss and before I could respond Gramps was bounding into the woods in all fours he was gone in the blink of an eye the bush is hardly swaying where he had passed through the woods remained is eerily silent if they had been even though my grandfather's retreat should have made a large amount of noise not a second later a low growl came from behind me the sound reverberating off the cabin walls a massive creature the one from my memory approached from around the side of the cabin within seconds it became clear to me that it was a human or an animal unless someone was wearing an amazing costume this creature was every bit as surreal as I remembered it long pale limb sprouted from an emaciated torso and the ivory deer skull shined and a little moonlight managed to bleed out through the clouds it was wearing a ragged old buckskin leggings and had beads around his neck I couldn't see any eyes but I knew without a doubt that I was staring directly at me I think it was some sort of Wendigo or skinwalker though the difference between the two types of monsters was always a bit beyond me before I could take in any more detail the thing began to laugh a guttural sound that echoed in my head tauntingly it was laughing so hard that it nearly doubled over and I realized that his limbs were able to wrap around his body twice I raised the gun and fired several shots at at point-blank the bullets lodging firmly into the creatures neck and torso for being looked down and its new piercings and it began to dig out the bollocks at an unhurried pace it dropped them on the ground like a child plucking flower petals and it seemed a sign irritation as it dug out the last one it was just staring at me its foot tapping impatiently as it waited it shouldn't sound so human I I tried to say something but my voice came out is more of a strangle squeak then at my usual baritone I just stood there I tried to will my feet to move but I was so scared that I felt my bladder give out inside warm pee ran down the side of my leg and died just for a second felt the mortification overrule my terror suddenly this horrifying creature let out a scream and ran and went back into the woods and I have not heard it or seen it since I don't understand what happened but I don't want to ever go to that hunting cabin again so before I begin I'd like to say that I'm from Alabama and I've only went hunting twice as a young child haven't been hunting in several years I have found out what I'm going to do with my life and everything I feel great until this story I'm beginning to tell you right now so two weeks ago my grandfather uncle and I went on a hunting trip in northeastern Arizona I was renting a rifle from the hunting residence we were staying on for the week and my uncle and grandfather both own 20 gauge shotguns the first night we went hunting we left the condo at around 3:30 in the morning we had to climb a tree to get to a high point so hopefully bears couldn't get to us approximately three to four hours later we could hear something big stomping around somewhere below us about 15 to 20 feet away we were pretty high up in the tree so must have been pretty big we all just assumed it was a moose or a bear or something similar there was a creek near us so it could have been a crocodile or alligator I guess my grandfather sees a deer about 50 feet away and tells me to take the shot I get the rifle in position and wait a second to make sure I have the perfect shot I take the shot and as soon as I pull the trigger we hear the running footsteps getting closer so we looked down and around and we don't see anything I used my rifle to see if I can find it and it was a moose running exactly like a human towards the dead deer my uncle and grandfather didn't believe me so they checked themselves and then they did we thought it was odd but I said I'm gonna take the shot so I positioned my gun while the Moose is eating the deer literally as soon as I have it positioned exactly where I want to kill it it jerks its head it looks right at me I got so scared and jumped a little my uncle didn't understand what happened to the moose it must have gone back to eating the deer and my uncle looked through the scope and it did the exact same thing to him we didn't understand what was going on I took my rifle back and targeted back up and had the moose in my sights when I shot I got him in the head center of his forehead he didn't budge so I shot him in the same spot and he fell to the ground I told my uncle my grandfather he didn't budge the first time I shot him in the center of his forehead they were clueless and didn't understand why it didn't go down the first time we climbed on the tree went to collect the body of the deer when we got to both the moose and the deer were gone the deer had tracks a blood dragged across the ground and we followed the trail until it came to an end with just the antlers at the end of the trail we were terrified what animal eats another animal that fast we all thought we hear rustling in the bushes and then all of a sudden we hear rustling all around us from the moonlight we could see what was an illuminated deer running in circles around us we were so scared all of a sudden it just got completely silent no noises and not even the crickets were making their sound then we booked it back to the three four-wheelers we hop on all of them they just wouldn't work we couldn't get them to start we heard running towards us and we frantically tried to turn on the vehicles after the tenth attempted to get it to work we hightailed it out of there the moose and his group of wolfs and ocelots were running on their hind legs just like humans and we went even faster by the time we got to the end of the trail they stopped dead in their tracks we were all hyped up on adrenaline we all stopped by the time we got back to the trucks and we loaded the four-wheelers into both of the trucks we drove back to the condo without another word we agreed we would never speak of this anymore until we get back to Alabama I've only shared this experience with a few people in the years it's a habit it was the first Tuesday of the Pennsylvania deer rifle season December 3rd 2013 I've always been an avid hunter and I wake up very early in the morning to get into the woods before daylight I would be in the woods of 4:30 in the morning having to hunt on State game lands meant beating other people into the woods to get a good decent spots when I got to the parking area around 4:15 a.m. no one else was there so I walked into the woods not using a flashlight only walking by moonlight I walked through a field into the treeline and started on the path to my spots I came to the intersection in the path one way left down the mountain other way went right I went right because my spot was on the other side roughly 50 yards after making the right-hand turn I smell what I can only describe as hot garbage it hit me in the face like I mean hot dumpster juice in the middle of August so I stopped dead turned on my flashlight expecting to see piles of garbage but saw nothing no garbage nothing dad just hot garbage smell keep in mind this is in December it's cold out the high 20s to low 30s so even if there was garbage it shouldn't smell that bad so what kind of thought nothing of it I followed the path to my spot which was down over the ridge from the garbage smell roughly maybe 40 feet down that leads into a grass field where I would sit I set up my seat guests over din for about two minutes and that's when the rock started coming down the ridge the first rock startled me causing me to turn on my light again scanning the field hoping to see I reflection of a deer but nothing was there i sat back down another Rock comes down the ridge this time I stand up to go out into the grass view with the flashlight in a pistol that I carry while hunting scanning it again nothing purposely waited in the field for about five minutes now I'm getting angry assuming another hunter is messing with me because I'm in their spot I sit down again the third Rock sounding larger than the others comes tumbling down the ridge I don't get up this time not two minutes after that another rock not tumbling my sounded as if though was thrown off the ridge and my ended into the field now I say FS I'm pissed I gathered up my gear and started walking back up the trail to the ridge I get on top of the ridge scanning with my life the whole time nothing no eyes and no other hunter I get to the spot where I smelled the hot garbage nothing the smell is gone finally it clicked in my head it may have not been another person possibly something else I've heard of the stories of people having Bigfoot experiences in the area a lot of which remark about how bad they smell F this I all but ran into the woods and to top it all off no other vehicles were in the parking area when I got out of the woods this took place in Pennsylvania State game lands 229 outside of Tremont I later come to find out that a co-worker of mine had actually had a bipedal cross in front of his car within two miles of the location of my experience so maybe the real I don't know but I definitely had an experience that I won't forget I was only 13 when this story took place I'm 16 now this happened when me and my Uncle Frank thought we would do a late-night raccoon hunt we loaded the dogs into the truck and took our 22s in a 44 Magnum we took a nice dry from his house to a disclosed hunting spot we unloaded the dogs and watched them run into the forest to find the raccoons I and Frank loaded our 22s and I loaded the 44 Magnum into my waistband holder we turned on our flashlights and had baños when we walked into the forest and already had a creepy vibe we started walking in the direction where we last seen the dogs run into and felt like we were walking at least an hour and started to hear the dogs bark so we started walking in the direction where we heard them barking from we were at least a hundred feet away from the dogs now and we could barely see them with our lights my uncle looked at me and said turn out your likes I said are you crazy it's too dark out here he told me to do it so I did as I look upon it I should have at least left a light on as soon as I turned my light out I felt that same creepy vibe that I felt when we walked into the forest I was trying to walk behind my uncle because I could barely see where I was going I kept feeling like someone was watching me and I felt a little creeped out so I decided to stop and see if I could see who was possibly following us I couldn't see anything so I whisper can I at least turn on one light I waited at least one minute to ask again so then I started to ask do you even know where were gone then I heard a noise come from behind me and in front of me all around me all the same time I just stood there and stopped I tried to tell but whatever was going on acted like it wouldn't let me do anything as soon as I felt like there was no hope my uncle came running at me saying Ron Ron what's going on as soon as I heard his voice I felt like I just woke up from a dream he said to me I didn't see the dogs I saw a weird freaky looking creature let's get the hell out of here he was yelling and screaming so loud that I could barely hear what he was saying so he packed up and started running towards the truck it was at that moment I came to and seen something running after us I yelled what the heck is that screaming yelling gnome was crying as soon as we got back to the truck and out of those woods everything felt normal again I saw the dogs cowering in fear and whimpering my uncle put the dogs in the back and said let's get the hell out of here now I started the truck and we got out of there as soon as we got home we made a promise to never tell anyone but as soon as I went to sleep I had nightmares about it for at least a week after that when I woke up that morning I took off my shirt to find two huge hand marks on both sides of my arms from that night on we vow to never go back [Music] thanks for watching this video if you enjoy these hunting stories be sure to hit that like button as it helps me out of time if you are new to the swamp and haven't joined yet be sure to subscribe and turn on notifications as I upload videos almost every single day and all things creepy and anomalous if you have a story that you would like to share such as a hunting story be sure to send it in to swamp dweller net or the email that you can find in the description down below I would love to hear and share your tale with everyone here I have new merch that you can find in the description down below as well cool winter designs that will never be printed again so be sure to get them before they're all gone I'll see you guys soon with another creepy video you

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Published: Wed Oct 17 2018