posted on Feb, 28 2009 @ 07:08 PM
I live in Hendersonville/Asheville area, and i grew up on a farm in Fletcher, right on the bank of the French Broad River, and while growing up i seen
all kinds of odd things there from lights in the cornfield to a baby crying in the woods at night. The place had been known for bears and "painters"
(panthers). but the most memorable thing was when i was around 8 or 9 years old, me and my mammaw was in the flowerbed pulling weeds, a chore which i
hated but hey it earned me money ha ha ha. we had 2 dogs (named hobo and tramp) at the time, i don't know what kind they were but they were really
tall dogs, hunting type, they always killed 'coons and 'possums and other stuff they even brought home a deer once well back to my story, they
was down at the river, it was about noon, really hot summer and they liked to go for a swim down there, all of a sudden me and mammaw heard the dogs
barking like they was being murdered, and up from the river they came chasing an animal the likes of which i had never seen, it looked similar to a
panther, yet it's skin looked kind of i dunno, slimyish... possibly from the river, it was sandy red color, and its hind legs were markedly longer
than the front, yet this did not seem to hinder the animal in the least, it was most assuredly feline. It was chased right through the yard and flower
bed we were working in. it stank to high heaven, like rot. The dogs fought with the animal for a bit in the yard then it chased them back toward the
river. we never saw the dogs again.