About 12 years ago a bunch of us went camping for the first time out of high school.
We went to the middle of Pennsylvania, at an old strip mine.
First night we had a rowdy party. Drinking music ect. Next morning mostly everyone left, except 4 of us including me. We cleaned up and took hikes and just relaxed. No drinking or drugs. Around night fall we sat by the fire,(still sober) and kept hearing these whooping noises. Kept getting closer and closer. Then it circled the campsite.
Trees were breaking and shaking, sounded like rocks being thrown. We yelled at it many times claiming if its someone messing with us we would shoot. Never stopped. We shot guns and it settled for a few minutes and started back. We decided to go park at the entrance and sleep there, 1/2 mile away.. after 20 mins or so we hear it coming up the hill.
When we heard it next to the vehicle I put it in drive and flew out of there. Slept in some random cemetery we found, got woken up at some point at night by a guy kicking us out so we went back to park at the entrance. Pulled in to the area and my lights crossed a farm tractor path from the woods to the field something large standing there. I jumped out and ran towards it to see it and it took off. I shined my light and couldn’t see anything. Neither of us slept that night
Kept camping over the years at that location and minor stuff continued to happen (not every time) but it was always when we were hiking alone.
As a hunter and a trapper I cant explain what we saw or heard but it was definitely interesting.”