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Found this on another forum and thought it would be an interesting post.

I pulled these stories off another board. I did not come up with these stories so I don't know any more details than what is written here. All I did was cut and paste. Might make me look over my shoulder more than usual. For those of you going out into the woods early in the morning this weekend, be careful when you hear the leaves rustling. You never know what is lurking out there.

The weirdest thing I heard about tho was a guy I know that was sitting in his treestand one afternoon about 10 years ago watching 2 groups of deer in a small field in front of him.

These deer were 40 or so yards apart and 50 yards in front of him. The field was only about 80 yards across then the woods started again. Anyway, these two groups of deer suddenly snapped up their heads and looked across the field into the woods. My friend saw nothing and watched as these deer started turning their heads as if following something that had walked out of the woods and right between them heading in my friends direction.

My buddy said he didn't see anything as the deer kept looking and following it with their gaze as if they were actually seeing something cross the field between them. Frank also said the hairs on the back of his neck were standing straight up and he smelled something terrible, like rotten meat.

Then he heard it. Crunching leaves as footsteps walked into the woods right in front of him and continued walking right under the tree he was sitting in. He kept hearing the footsteps and a weird sort of whispering until it got farther away and eventually faded from earshot. He looked back to the field, the deer were feeding again as if nothing had happened.

My friend climbed down and backtracked the imprints/disturbed leaves 10 yards to the field edge where whatever it was had walked in. There, in the soft mud at the fields edge, he found bare human footprints that were facing backwards !!
He left right then and there with his stand still in the tree and never hunted that woods again.

True story folks. He won't even talk about it.

Here is the second story.

First of all, I want to say hello to you all. I'm an ex-LEO, father of 4 and have been a hunter most of my life. I no longer go into the woods, but do fish on the lake in my spare time.
I've been a lurker for quite awhile and have never posted before now. I very much enjoy reading the great stuff here. After seeing these writing about strange goingson in the forests, I felt compelled to reply.
After reading what I have to say, you'll see why.

I don't know Mr. Thunderhead or his friend.
But, what he says is true. I have seen this myself, twice.

Both times were in the same woods. I thought I was crazy the first time and seeing things, and talked myself into dismissing it to my overactive imagination.
I was wrong and paid dearly.
I refuse to talk about that part and am only telling this so others will heed the warnings about the dark.

The second time I was alone in my shack long before daylight opening morning, exactly one year to the day after my first encounter.
As I poured a cup of coffee, I heard footsteps in the leaves, hit my light and like before, could see nothing.
My blood ran cold.
I knew it was happening again as soon as I heard the whisperings as it drew closer.
I shut my eyes as tight as I could, this time the footsteps didn't keep going, but stopped at the window to my shack. The stench of rotting meat was sickening.
All I'm going to say is that when I opened my eyes what stood outside my shack glaring at me thru the window was something straight out of **** itself.
That's all I'm going to say.
I've never steeped foot inside a woods again and never will.
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thats some good/crazy stuff right there....whats the webiste? thanks man and keep em comin...
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BOO!! haha what's the website?
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   BIRD DOG
LOL the funny part is you gonna have people scared to go huntin!More for us!LOL
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I bet that was Ole Vic he's been missing for a while...He's due to surface somewhere....Probably checking before he went and climbed in his box stand.
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got this from the same site as the other two stories.

Four years ago i was walking back to camp after deer hunting one evening. I was walking on a long, narrow old dirt road and the trees had formed a canopy over the road. That scene got my heart beating just from being creepy looking, but that was nothing compared to 5 minutes after that. As I walked down this road I thought I heard foot steps in the leaves about 30 or 40 feet into the woods. The sun had recently gone down, but the tree canopy made it even darker so I could not see very far. The steps seemed like they were keeping stride with me, so I brushed it off as an echo to start with. After a minute or so, I knew it was not an echo. I started trying to catch it taking an extra step by walking a few steps and then stopping suddenly. Everytime I stopped, the footsteps stopped. By this time I am really getting nervous and short tempered. I stepped up my pace and was walking along at a steady rate. Then, in the middle of a stride, I stopped my foot about 1 inch before it touched the ground. CRUNCH! What ever was walking beside me finished it's step and crunched the leaves. I was so scared I was almost numb and started feeling sick. It was dead silent for about 5 seconds with neither of us moving. Then, all of a sudden, the footsteps started coming towards me. I new it was not a small animal, because besides the leaf crunching there was a definite light thud with every step. Like when you run in hiking boots. I shouted at whatever it was to identify itself or I would shoot. As I was shouting I was reaching for a gun. "Where did I put my rifle???" "Please God, hel....pistol!" I guess I was too terrified to think straight. "where is my d***n Pistol?". I finally found it in it's holster on my belt. Mind you all of these thougts are happening in miliseconds. (turned out my rifle was on my shoulder...ha...that is 9 kinds of scared when you can't find your rifle on your shoulder, I'm here to tell you.). Thankfully I finally found my Sig on my hip. I pulled that 45 so hard that I ripped the hammer snap clean off the holster. I emptied 2 magazines of .45, and then remembered my shouldered 30-06. I pulled the rifle around and started bolting rounds as fast as I could squeeze the trigger. After emptying the 4 round magazine, I pulled a fresh magazine out of my pocket and bolted a new round. About this time I have my wits about me and remember my 500,000 spot light that is in my back pack. I pulled my hunting knife and cut the back pack open down the side instead of taking the time to untie the wonderful knot I had put in leather tie straps before leaving my blind. Found the spot light and lit up the woods. NOTHING! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! I stood there dumb founded. I could not believe that there was nothing there. When I started firing into the woods, the foot steps were 10 feet from me, and still coming my direction! I walked to the edge of the woods and discovered that I was not crazy. There were human size footsteps in the leaves running parallel to the road I had been walking. Sure enough, they turned and started coming straight towards the road I was standing on. But then they just stopped. I mean plumb vanished...like somebody had taken flight and just disappeared into the sky. Before that night I had never been scared to be in the woods alone. I consider myself to be a man who can hold his own in the worse of situations. I have braved odds before that would make many men buckle. But that night I was scared. I mean "want your mommy" scared. Before that night I had cried 2 other times in my life. That night was number 3. I never went back into the woods on that property without a buddy. Say what you will about me taking a buddy with me, but you weren't there.
After reading the stories from those links at the beginning of this thread, I can't help but to wonder if I met with the same creature that night. I don't remember smellng rotten meat, but the wind was to my back when I was looking into the woods. I remember that because I dang near strained my neck two times from whipping around after being hit in the head with leaves blowing off of the trees behind me. What really creeps me out is that I heard the whispers. Until tonight I thought that weird noise was just the wind whistling through the trees. It was very distinct whispering, but at the same time sounded distant and muffled. I should not have ignored that sound, because I KNEW deep down inside that was not the wind. I could not reproduce the sound if I tried. I am not someone with a vivid imagination so I guess that's why I did not think twice about the sound until now. At the time it just made sense to assume it was the wind, because the wind was blowing lightly and I was in the woods. Normal stuff ...usually. I am greatful I did not know what was making that sound at the time, because I would have had to add wet pants to my admmition of tears. Guy's, I actually screamed 'Help Me', to God, as I was squeezing the first round off from my Sig. As I was firing that pistol, I promised God that if he would help me live through that night that I would not miss church any more on Sundays to go hunting. That lasted 2 weeks. I think he understands.
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   Splitlog
I knew I should not have read that SH*T!!!
I just messed up my weekend in the woods!!!!!!!!!!!!
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   Stingray
What a cool story! I often stop to listen to steps alongside me in the woods as I'm walking out after dark. Maybe I'm just imagining it. I know it's probably just me making the noise, but it does kinda get my attention sometimes. If you want an absolutely true story, look at my reports and there's a post called "Got The Heebie Jeebies" from a few years back. It's about something I saw WAYY back in the swamp years ago one evening when I was bowhunting in the Atchafalaya Basin. Back when I was 10 feet tall and bullet proof. Since then, I've grown up. Alot. Please read it. I think you'll like it because it goes along with this. Not that it was something invisible, or unidentified, but it WAS identified and scared the crap out of me. I left earlier than I planned to stay, and it was just dark enough to have my flashlight on by the time I got out. When the hoot owls start talking. Check it out and comment. I think you'll like it.
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   BIRD DOG
I remember that story Stingray.I also have seen big cats so I am a firm believer in them!
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This was a story told to me from an old man from Gueydan, LA. Stroy takes place on the countryside of gueydan and for anyone who is familiar with the area it was an old abandoned hosue on an old country road called Bourque road. This was about 25 years ago. One late night while the old man and his two friends were frogging, and they passed by the house from a canal and saw the old abandoned house was light up as if every single room in the house was lit up. This house had been empty for many years so there was no electricity in it for wuite some time. And for those who are familiar, it was around the Pure Oil camps. Being from that areas and knowign the house should have been empty and with no lights in it, they detoured on they way back to check out the crazy sighting. They were young, had a limit of frogs and were probably full of Coors Lite. They pulled up to the house so they was no traffic, they left the truck running and walked up. At this point there were no lights on in the house. thinking it was someone just snooping around, they walked into the house/shack with frogging lights. When they got in the house, they discovered a large hole in the center of the floor like a burnpit of some sort. In the next room, there was a large deep freezer with a lock and hasp on it so they couldnt open it. There was one of the worst rotting meat smells in the air that the guys had ever smelled. When they left that room, and went to another, the door they entered through slammed shut. About that time they just shat themselves. The more seasoned friend and the old guy were a little less scared as the newcomer who wanted to see what frogging was all about, of course this was noithing average. as they begin to exit the shack, every single light in the house light up! they had checked SEVERAL times after the experience to make sure and there were absolutely NO power poles going to this shack. When the lights were lit up in the house as bright as they could go, there was suddenly the most horrible, horrendous scream that came echoing throughout the house. the coldest and eeriest feeling then flooded the guys bodies. the old fella and the seasoned outdoorsman friend headed out quickly, they were pretty creeped. The newcomer froze and cried like a little girl. They grabbed him and vacated the shack immediately. he has passed numerous times and no electrity was connected to that shack. On one other occasion, as the same group was scouting for rabbits, they passed the old shack and when they did, it lit up very brightly once again! this time they just kept going! A few years later, the house was demolished by unknown sources, and the onlooker who came frogging never frogged again. The same story was stated by numerous ppl at the time!
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Crazy stuff in them woods
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   moegal
You just might get all the woods for yourself this season.
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Sounds exactly like old Vic to me. Might have to ask Miss. Swamp Fox to describe him again to set the stories straight.
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These stories are great. Has anyone here ever heard of Stuckey's Brige just outside of Ellisville, MS?
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Here is one for ya’ll. About 12 years ago I and a group of friends were out late at night riding 4-wheelers and a 4x4 Chevy through some woods on my great uncles property south of Houma. The Chevy got stuck in a ditch, so everyone (we had 14 people out there) shut down for a break and to brain storm on how to get the truck out. My brother said “Be quiet I hear something in the trees!” We all got real quiet, and sure enough we heard something walking straight for us. Now here we are at 2am, it is pitch black, and something is walking toward us. My buddy Anthony screams “Who’s there?” What ever it was took off in the opposite direction real fast making a noise that made our blood run cold. Imagine a bull dozer going through the woods full blast with out an engine, knocking down trees and underbrush. We all just looked at each other; Anthony reached in the truck and pulled a 9mm out aiming in the direction of the noise. Everything got quiet. Then came the screech. It sounded like a mix between a woman’s scream, and an animal roar. It was chilling to say the least. We locked the truck, jumped on the 4-wheelers and high tailed it out of there. We went back the next afternoon to get the truck, and never went there again after dark.
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I heard that Pigs will follow you in the dark. If they are far enough behind you I guess it would be hard to see especially if they are black. I have a crazy imagination so when sounds happen in the woods my mind takes over. I really never get scared but i get eery feeling sometimes. The stories about the human foot prints is pretty deep. I hope I never experience that crazy scenerio. I do have a buddy of mines dad that will not walk in the woods when it is dark. He waits for there to be a little light in the morning and he gets out of the stand about 5 minutes before dark. He had a bad experience in the woods about 10 years ago that he does not talk about. I think just about everyone has had a night walking out of the woods they won't forget.
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hey squirellchaser, what was this "creature"? Man that is some scary S%*T!
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A creature they call "Windigo". Supposedly been around in indian folklore forever. Yall be careful out there.
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   Acajun2
It was a cold crisp morning.I was sitting on my deer stand before day break when I heard some rustling in the dry leaves.I figured deer ,but it didn't sound right.It was beating and thrashing and knocking on trees.I tried to figure what it was,there's no hogs in this area,maybe it's an armindillo?The sound got louder ,closer,and more frantic.The closer it got,the louder the hissing and screaching got. Just as dawn started to break it came out running out of the darkness of the forest.By then I was standing in my stand fully loaded ,gun to shoulder,cold sweat running down my spine,hair on Viagra...you get the picture.I'm squinting trying to see what and where it is when it starts this un-godly sreaching and hissing noise.I look at the edge of the woods and there is one of the biggest skunks that I have ever seen with a pickle jar stuck over his head!Every time he tried to walk the jar would fog up and he couldn't see.That explained the knocking noises on the trees.Needless to say that skunk was in a pickle!I climbed down off my stand laid my gun down,took a picture with my cell phone,since nobody would believe this scenerio.I walked up to the skunk,and for a moment it seemed to understand my intentions was to help him.I grabbed the jar and with one big jerk pulled him free of his demise and ran like a an olympic track star .To my surprise the skunk ran the other way shaking his head without spraying.I guess he was all out of essence!!
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This is why i dont deer hunt haha... but seriously that some preety freaky stuff since all the stories on this thread are Da*n near the same stories in a couple diffrent locations. This kind of stuff is why every time i enter the woods i have a loaded gun in my hand..Real cool stories guys but better you than me, My luck i would have froze like a deer in headlights and started saying my last prayers.. cool stories
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did you skrew around with some bones or whatever to piss this fella off???? they say he seaks out cannibals...lol..i douby youre one of em.
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   YatYas
We've had the same experiences in the woods we hunt in. Minus the smell of rotten meat. Here's just one story I experienced. I grew up in the woods and on the bayou, so I'm pretty familiar with the sounds of nature. However one evening, back in 2000, I was walking back from the far reaches of our property, when I could have sworn something was in the woods adjacent to me. When ever I would step, it would step. First I thought it was my imagination getting to me, but ever so often, its steps would be louder than mine. And it wasn't an armodillo or any other four legged creature. This was the sound of TWO feet walking. I made it about another 100 yards or so when I head the most aweful sound you can imagine. Just so unatural that it put me on the verge of panic. It was loud, DEFINATELY not a whisper. But what could I do? I was still about 700 yards from the bike and still had a mile long ride back to the house, after I got to the bike. All I could do was mentally prepare myself for a fight for survival. I can handle being scared, and I was terrified. I felt sick, my blood seemed like it went straight to my legs, leaving my bug-eyed face ghost white and dry mouthed. If there had been a helmet cam mounted to film my face, I'd give half months pay to see it. Being scared will not cause physically harm, so I figured this thing would either do one of two things: 1.) Just shadow me back to the bike and create a lifelong fear of the "what if" in me. or 2.) Confront me and face the rath of the survival instincts of my caveman-like state. However, the "attack" never came, and I made it back OK.
I have probably had 10 or so experiences like this throughout my hunting life. It can shadow me where ever I go, but as long as nothing ever gets physical. No worries...
At least thats what I tell myself when it occassionally happens to keep my head.
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Ever since I seen the episode on X-files about the windigos. I have checked out every tree when I walk by it. They had built in mossy oak skin. Was creeeeeepy. Not saying I am scared in the woods, but I do carry 4 to 5 flashlights with me...
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2005 after Katrina around Bedico on the Northshore [west of Madisonville] the property i had permission to hunt had fallen trees all over the cut trails they had, which in and of itself made scouting difficult for the deer. However my poor decision was scouting in the afternoon without a watch, and without a flashlight [when i was 10 ft tall and bulletproof as well]! I had found a couple of promising spots about 1-2 miles from where I had parked when all of a sudden the sun went below the tree line. Anyone familiar with the Northshore knows how tall the pines can get around there, and let me tell you darkness fell upon that area in no time. I was racing back to my truck trying to get as far as i could before it was too dark to make out the trails [which there were numerous fallen trees over]. When i got about a 1/3 of mile from my truck I heard a noise about 30 yards to my 2 o'clock, i really wasnt concerned about it until i got about ten yards and this thing was crashing through brush and undergrowth. I almost soiled myself! I took off running straight into the brush and thorns couldnt see a freaking thing, luckily that thing didnt follow me. Didnt matter I had a new predicament, off the beaten path and stuck in the woods without a light. I thank my guardian angel for my cell phone that day, the landowner came out and started hollering to give me some bearings.

I will NEVER go in the woods without 2 flashlights now, I cannot describe the anxst and panic that overtook me. Even though I would be able to easily get out, the darkness and the noises in the darkness can have a powerful and crippling effect on the most bulletproof of 20 yr olds.

It was a humbling experience to say the least. Not exactly sure what that noise was, but there have been black bear sightings in the area....
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Has anyone thought about dressing up like a gorilla with maybe a little spray paint added to blend hair colors, and had a buddy in a car video taping you on the side of the interstate and see what people passing by would do?? I think it might be halarious, like win the americas funniest home videos money...
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   BIRD DOG
smokepole that sounds like a good way to get shot!
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Smokepole26. that is a bad idea. a good while back with me and a couple friends, we got bored one night and did something stupid as usual. i had one of those gilly suits i used for hunting. so we walked down the road where no houses were, to see how many people would think we were ''BIG FOOT''. so my friends hid in the woods, on side of the road and i strapped up in my gilly. when i saw a car coming around the curve i would run across the road like bigfoot would have done. needless to say some of the people almost had a heart attack. some of the people kep going and passed us up but some would see me and they would hit the breaks and turn around to see what ran across the road. we laughed about it for weeks. no lie!
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All this stuff is imaginary or has a natural explanation. I've had my creepy moments in the past, but then I realized that it's only you and nature out there. I feel safer in the woods or marsh in the dark than I do in New Orleans in the dark that's for sure! Now when you start hunting in areas where you actually drop down a notch or two on the food chain, like big bear country or big cat country, nature should scare the crap put of you.
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   BIRD DOG
That is priceless,a guy that whose screen name is "on the verge of panic"calling some other guys pansies!lol
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   ransom
I left the camp early that morning to get into my stand. It was pretty far back in the Honey Island Swamp . I was walking with my flashlight pointing at the ground so I wouldn't scare any Deer off.The water was about 4 inches deep so I was shuffling my feet so not to make noise. All of a sudden I here a scream coming from right in front of me. My hair stood up on my neck. I shined the flashlight at the noise but I could not see anything. I listened for any movement but all I could here was heavy breathing. I wanted to run but didn't know which way to go so I just stood there. After about a minute I could here something walking in the water. I looked every where but all I could see was ripples on the water. I was straining my eyes to see but could not make out anything. All of a sudden it screamed so load I almost fainted I shined the light over there and out walked Widow Maker from behind a tree.
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The panic I'm on the verge of is usually because of something I've gotten myself into that, due to circumstances beyond my control, is about to get life or death scary; not becuase I'm afraid of the dark or imaginary goblins and ghosts.
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So thats it huh? Cant spook any more of yall outta the woods?
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