posted on Nov, 21 2012 @ 09:21 PM
Not my story, it's my Dad's.
Around 20 years ago, when we still had our own cattle, one of the cows had to be put down. So, after a shot to the head, and a cut to the throat (to
ensure it was dead, so an injured cow wouldn't be wandering around), Dad hauled it off to a heavily wooded track of land that we owned and dumped the
carcass. A few days later, he was cutting wood near where he dumped the carcass and noticed it was gone. No bones, hair, or pieces left, not even a
blood stain, just smashed down grass where the carcass was. Coyotes and other vermin would leave hair and bones. Wild pigs will eat everything, but
there were none in the area at the time, and there was literally nothing left. My dad is a pretty stoic guy, and doesn't scare easily, but he is
still a little spooked over the whole ordeal and never liked that particular piece of land, always said it feels like you're being watched, and I can
attest to that, as it does feel that way. They are very dense woods, and few people have ever been back there. Even at noon on a clear day, very
little light makes it back there. Several people, myself included, have encountered bad feelings and strange creatures back there.
Once, about 5 years ago, I was hunting back there. It was around 5 AM and I was making my way to the tree I planned to spend the morning in, in hopes
of getting a deer. My tree was on the edge of a clearing in the middle, that has no trees and is about 20yds by 40yds. I had just gotten to my tree,
and was about to climb up, when I heard a stick break, hoping for a deer, I chambered and round and aimed towards the sound. I saw a sillouhette of
something on two legs, about eight feet tall. It was still dark, and I couldn't quite make out what it was. With an earsplitting roar, it started
lumbering towards me, still on two legs. I was terrified, thinking maybe a bear, which are rare, but not unheard of in my neck of Oklahoma. I fired
over it's head, but it kept coming, so I shot it 3 times with my .303 at about 30yds. It fell, got back up, and ran into the woods two-legged.
Thinking I'd accidentally shot another hunter, I tracked after it for the next three hours as fast as I could, following the trail of blood and low,
broken, tree branches. I lost it when I got to a creek, and couldn't find any tracks or blood on the other side. So, with wet, freezing boots, I made
my way back to the truck, and went into town, to the deer tag station. I found a Game Warden and told him what happened. He accompanied me back to
where it happened, but it had started to rain, we worked fast, tracking what was left of the blood trail, but didn't get far before we lost it, so we
went on my memory, up to the creek again. We crossed the creek, but couldn't find any sign of any people or large animals on the other side, and
after calling and searching for another hour, we were about to cross the creek, and head back to where we'd parked the trucks when we found another
hunter. We asked him if he'd seen anything, but he hadn't even seen any other hunters on that side of the creek, he did say he heard what sounded
like a bear, but never saw it. Anyway, I gave the Game Warden my information, so he could contact me if needed, but no missing hunters were ever
reported, no hunters had been shot that day, and nobody reported any bear carcasses to Fish and Wildlife.
It was probably a bear, but I've never heard of a bear fleeing on it's hind legs. Either way, that's my weird woods story.