A listener writes “I’m from New Hampshire and I discovered your show while working on the road driving up to Maine scanning through podcasts. I’d like to share with ya my experience but I’m declining to go on your show.
I simply want to email ya what happened. I’m 30 years old I’ve grown up hunting and fishing the north woods and have a passing n for the outdoors. I have encountered every species of animal in our mountains and forests, deer black bear Lynx moose and so on. Here in New Hampshire we have a night hunting season for coyote that runs from the first of January to the last day of January. An exciting time for us as hunters, because we get to cull the herd during their prime time of activity (nighttime).
Most guys bait but on this particular night about 7 years ago me and two of my hunting buddies set out with our shotguns into a piece and setup on a nice knoll next to a swamp where we had seen tracks and a possible den site. About 11 pm we set into the woods about a half mile back in. Before I explain I want to emphasize nothing scares me in the woods.
Now we get to our spot and spread out about 20 yards apart, this way we each had a shooting lane looking down off the knoll. Well we had sat for about two hours or so and I started to hear what I thought was a stick breaking ( in my mind a moose coming out of the swamp). Now we had about a foot of snow on the ground and it was a perfectly clear night no wind no sounds nice and quiet.
Well all of a sudden 3 distinct knocks, like someone taking a bat to a tree come out sounding off from my right down near this swamp. Well this happened twice (6 knocks in total). I look to my hunting buddy closest to me and he seemed unfazed, so I kinda phssss to him and whisper loud enough for him to hear, “hey you f—- hear that bub?” Right after it didn’t again- BAM BAM BAM. this time he heard it.
I could tell he was alerted so I got up and sat down next to him, we got our other buddies attention. Now we are all sitting there guns in hand looking out towards where these knocks are coming from. Talking amongst ourselves wtf is that and so on… Well it happens again now this is about the fourth or fifth time I say I’m goin down there, one of my buddies was down to go and my other buddy said f that and he starts heading for the truck.
Now it’s us two and we are just standing there guns pointed towards and I remember saying it’s us vs is we got guns let’s go down there and figure out wtf is going on, something messing with us?? Is this a bigfoot from the show?? What the f—?? Well it smashed the tree twice, which looking back on it was this some sort of symbolism of it being two of us, who knows. We decided to head to the front of the truck and leave it be. We told a couple people and they laughed it off. I’ve been in the woods every year hunting since and nothing like this has happened again.”