Strange Animal Encounter
Channel: Scary Stories
Date: 2022-12-07

Strange Animal Encounter

One day last year, I was hunting in a ground blind, on the outskirts of a field, about 20 yards from a stream. On the other side of the creek was a massive uphill slope completely covered in trees. We call this area the thicket. This property is roughly 2 hours northeast of Atlanta, GA.

This particular day wasn’t very active, had been in the blind about half an hour and hadn’t seen a deer yet. I heard something walking slowly down the hill behind me, about my 4 or 5 o’clock, and just stop right about the time it gets to the creek. It sounds heavy as it walks, so I’m expecting to see a deer, as there aren’t really any other good sized animals in the area. There have been bears sighted on the small road the property lays on, but it’s always a big local story, and I’ve been living here for 30+ years and never seen one.

It’s quiet for a minute. Then all of a sudden, I feel something hit the top of the blind, about the size of an acorn maybe. I’m under a small tree, so I don’t think much of it. But after about 30 seconds, it happens again. The nature of this occurrence leads me to believe that something didn’t fall on the blind… something was thrown at it.

Now is about the time I start asking questions. I didn’t have time to ask many, though, before it stepped into the creek. I can hear water splashing around, as a confirmation as to just how big and heavy this thing is, whatever it is. I finally work up the courage to stand up in the blind and look out the back window flap, to see if I can see my ‘assailant’. But there’s nothing there, and the noises have stopped.

I sit back down, wondering what the hell is going on behind me, and starting to get a tad bit unnerved. That’s when I hear it grunting. It makes these concerning vocalizations and once again starts stomping around in the creek.

When I hunt, I’m usually carrying a buck knife, a 9mm handgun, and my primary rifle is a Browning X-Bolt, chambered in .300 Short Magnum. For anyone who doesn’t understand what that means, the TLDR version is it’s a MASSIVE, unreasonable powerful bullet. Most deer I kill with it never run away and bleed out somewhere, they’re usually dead before they hit the ground, from blunt force trauma. In short, it’s just a hair short of being considered overkill.

The reason I tell you this is to highlight the fact that I wasn’t exactly defenseless at the time, quite the opposite. After about 2-3 more minutes of hearing this thing cause a ruckus in the creek, I decided my only way out was a confrontation. I stand up, unzip my blind, and take the safety off of my shoulder cannon as I step out into the open field. But again, it’s just not there. Nothing in the creek, nothing in the field, nothing in the thicket, no sounds of any kind. Nothing.

I’ve had about all I can stand at this point, I don’t care HOW many guns I have. Nothing that big and that heavy can just vanish into thin air. It was time to get back to the RTV and get the hell out of there, and NOW.

But I couldn’t even take one step in the direction of my ride, when I hear it again. Walking slowly back up the hill, deep into the thicket. I swear this time, I think I can hear it breathing, too.

I haven’t hunted that field again, and don’t plan to.

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