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Dec 12

Dogman at the window

A few years ago my dad and I were out on a Hunting trip together in Minnesota where we experienced something I’ll never forget.

Hudson was sleeping in the living room and all of a sudden he started barking. I mean barking like he was about to smash through the door and attack whatever was out there. My dad and I went out into the living room to calm him down but he was standing at the door, hair standing up and barking like mad. My dad repeatedly tried to calm him down but to no avail. Hudson started pawing at the door, all the while continuing his bark. I looked out the window, expecting to see a wolf or bear wandering around but I couldn’t see anything at all. There’s a motion sensor on the front of the cabin to deter the raccoons in the middle of the night and that wasn’t even tripped.

Eventually Hudson calmed down but he was still restless the rest of the night. I could hear Hudson walking around the cabin, it was almost as if he were standing guard over the whole place.

We went out for our first day of hunting but there wasn’t anything worth firing a shot at.

We went out on the porch for another cigarette, my dad pointed out that the night was unusually quiet and I pointed out that the day was too. Something off was going on around these woods.

Hudson started barking again, even more ferocious than the last night. We went back into the cabin and tried to hush him again but he still wouldn’t listen. Again I peered out of the window, again I found nothing, except for this time, the motion sensor was on, it wasn’t on two minutes before that when we were out there. I began to make out movement just outside the light and strained my eyes to see past the light.

I finally got my dad to look outside and his entire demeanor changed. He wasn’t so laid back anymore, he was stiffened and agitated. “That’s not a bear, son.” He said to me. “Then what the hell is it?” I asked.

I went over to the gun rack and grabbed my Weatherby Vanguard Rifle. My dad was instantly in front of me, “You shoot at that thing and we’re gonna have one hell of a problem, just let it do its thing and wander off like it did last night.”

I went to the window again and looked outside, the motion sensors were off but I could just make out movement, it was still there. Hudson quieted down and started pacing around again. I told my dad I think it left and he looked like he was relieved. He went to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses and poured us both a serving of Jack Daniels, his favorite whiskey. He said he caught a glimpse of it and it looked like a wolf but it was too big and bulky.

I don’t know how long I was asleep for but I woke up to another round of Hudson’s incessant barking. He was pawing at my door and barking like mad. I glanced at the window to the right of the bed and damn near fell out of the bed. Whatever Hudson was barking at was peering into the window!

It was no wolf! This thing was gigantic! It stared right back at me. It was furry and black, had yellow eyes that looked like they were glowing, ears that were triangular and sitting on top of its head, long, long canine teeth and a long wolf-like muzzle. It looked to me like it was hunched over or crouching down so it could look in the window. Then it licked the screen on the window! I leapt out of bed and bolted out of the room, my dad was already awake and I started yelling at him that the thing was back outside. I grabbed my rifle again, not caring about my dad’s warning but it was gone!

My dad was right behind me and told me not to shoot, that it would just piss it off. He told me he thought it was a werewolf. I saw it with my own eyes, it really did look like a werewolf. Like from the Underworld movies. He told me that when he saw it, it was standing on two legs and it must have been at least 8 feet tall.

I moved out of the bedroom into the living room again and looked out of the window, the sensor was tripped again but I couldn’t see the thing anywhere. Eventually, Hudson calmed down again and all was quiet. I continued to stare out of the window, watching for any signs of the creature’s return. For the rest of the night, neither of us slept, we just waited. Every time Hudson got up, my body twitched, waiting for him to start barking again but he never did.

The sun rose and we walked around the cabin but found nothing. We trekked out into the woods but didn’t go too far into them, there were no signs that a werewolf-monster had been there the night before. I thought to myself maybe Hudson could pick up the trail and when I said it aloud to my dad, I heard how foolish I sounded. It dawned on me that I didn’t actually want to find proof that this thing was out here and I definitely didn’t want to find the thing itself! My dad said we should probably just go back to the cabin and pack up. I didn’t have a problem with that.

13 Responses to “Dogman at the window”

  1. Michael L

    I had always been scared of Werewolves ever since I was a little kid. When I bought my first 9 mm pistol, I specifically bought Silver hollow points to make me sleep secure… Years later after I improved my ammo type, I learned that there was no Silver in those old bullets but just some kind of Aluminum alloy…. Here I thought I was safe and was just Werewolf food in the waiting if indeed I had ever seen one….LOL
    Michael1lion

  2. Daniel D

    I’d rather have some heavy hard cast lead 460 Rowland ammo in that situation, that or a Smith and Wesson 500 magnum with some speed loaders full of those heavy hard cast rounds. Do they make +P+ 500 Mag rounds, Lol j/k I know they don’t make them. In all honesty, I’d be scared to shoot at a dogman for fear of like this guy said just pissing it off. Bigfoot is scary enough, dogman takes it to a whole other level, yet I still go out in the woods, I must be nuts. ?

  4. mark a

    Dogman ………….. well the thing in itself scares the mud outta me. If i were to encounter one say with the AR10 and a extra mag or two I believe i would have no reservation removing it chunk by chunk from this earthly realm. That said im no exabitioner, but sporting a necklace of those teeth would measure up with hunting lions with spears. The thought raises the hair on my neck right now!

  5. Michael L

    I can’t remember where I saw the episode on how some good ol boys killed one of these things. They dug up a plot of land underneath the window in question… long story why… but they drove metal rods deep into the earth and had two bear traps chained to them. All buried just under the surface. They also planted two little fern plants on either side of the window, as to explain the freshly dug up soil. When tripped, the male relatives of the family ran out to get it with their 12 gauge shot guns- bringing the young boy with them to learn and watch. They blew it to pieces before it died, with possible others in the wood line. The next day they put severed limbs on the four corners of the property and burned the rest..None ever came back…
    Michael1lion

  6. Indignico

    Wasn’t that also something that they did in Dark Waters’ Seige at Lockett Lake? Or maybe I’m just confusing two southern families doing battle with whole packs of bad dog(men)?

  7. FlagStaffer

    Sounds like this guy’s father had prior knowledge of the DM at their hunting cabin and yet he had never told his son about it. If so,really lame and irresponsible behaviour to take another person into that region without warning them. “Oh, I’m so afraid of being disbelieved and embarrassed that I’ll just let you have your lungs ripped out and limbs torn off.”

  8. Drake D

    In the dogman encounters episode that MikeL was referring too, the ammo used were flachette rounds I believe. Not positive but that’s what I gathered from listening.

  9. FlagStaffer

    Drake, this from an old post of mine dating back to the discussion at SC when that episode of DM Encounters was first released:

    Any of you all re-loaders? Did anyone catch onto Mike saying that his uncles went outside with 12 gauge pump shotguns and I quote “their reloads”?
    He didn’t say “extra ammo or more ammo” although it could be taken either way. However when Mike is taken outside to view the Dogman body and describes the scene he states that “there were dimes laying on the ground around the Dogman”. As soon as I took both those statements together I thought those old country boys were making 12 gauge reloaded ammo and used dimes instead of or mixed with shot in at least some of their reloads. Was this done with old vintage dimes because of their silver content and his uncles belief in the traditional “silver bullet” effect on Werewolves? (old dimes were probably the most readily available source of relatively high grade silver to these old country boys) Or because they were trying to make up hand loaded ammo that was more effective than store bought? The whole loose change thing in a shotgun (remember any cheesy old Westerns where someone discharges a double barrel shotgun and mutters ” keep the change”?) has been proven by gun writers as being largely ineffective compared to proper buckshot or slugs. I believe Mike Venturino wrote about testing these types of “Folklore Loads” in ballistic gelatin many years ago. OK, ’nuff said if you’re not a ammo re-loader you probably aren’t interested in this but I wanted to put it out there and see what others think.

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