A listener writes “Hey, Wes I have been listening to your interviews for years, trying to get confirmation that I wasn’t nuts. You do a great job, and have been helping a lot of people who have really no where else to go.
I found it hard and almost impossible to explain to the maybe five people I’ve ever told, the feelings, emotions, and the fear that goes along with an encounter. It’s life-changing, for me not a good one.
Most my encounters were in south west Alabama, at my hunting club. It started in 1998 as far as I can tell looking back and piecing things together. For several years I would try to rationalize strange things, sounds, strange things with trees and rocks. I had 4 corn feeders out, that I filled every week, during the summer, some weeks it would jump from 600 pounds to 1200 pounds.
The land owners raised hogs and cattle. The guy who had the hogs, told me he thinks a Bear is opening the 55 gallon drums of feed. He found one of the drums down in the bottom of the ridge near the creek.
I looked at the drums they weren’t damaged, just the Ring’s were taken off. Bear’s don’t do that. And back then there wasn’t any Bear’s in central or most of the Alabama. Even now, they are rare.
Sometimes calve’s and hogs came up missing, I think they thought we had something to do with it. There was never any blood, hair, guts or Bones found. I often heard the classic whistles, woops, the mimicking of Owls, coyotes, birds and on one morning hunt peacock and kookaburra calls that surrounded me. And I have even had acorns thrown at me. I asked the landowners, guys at local hardware and feed stores if they knew of anyone who had peacocks or have ever heard any calls, they didn’t. And I never heard them again.
I have also come across weird things with trees, stick’s, and rocks. I have noticed that just before an encounter, or when these beings are near, the woods would go silent.
Daytime the birds go silent, and during the night the frogs and crickets go silent. When the woods go silent, or the hair on the back of your neck stands up, be on high alert…
At night I had tapping on the bedroom windows of my camper. I thought it was the wind blowing Vines against the windows, so I cut the vines down. The tapping happened again so I trimmed the limbs of the tree. The tapping happened again. So I cut down the only shade tree’s I had.
The next time the tapping started I looked up at the window, and this time there wasn’t anything hindering the backlit night sky. What I Saw was a big silhouette of a domed shaped head and shoulders.
The front section where the coupler was of the fith wheel camper is where the bed’s were, the bottom of the floor area was about 4-5ft from the ground. That put the bottom of the 2x4ft window about 7ft. The curve of his shoulders were just inside of the bottom edge of the window, it’s head just over the top.
I froze in fear, I grabbed my 357 mag. then rolled over and prayed for daylight. I ended up taping some heavy-duty black lawn trash bags over the windows. In the same 2008 season I arrive at the hunting club at about 9:00pm Friday night unload the truck, layout my gear for the morning hunt, and jump in the bed. About 1:00am I awake to coyotes yapping and howling, they sounded like they were fighting each other, in three different spots around my camper.
Some fighting behind the camper, some in front by the dirt road. What really freaked me out was the one’s on the porch outside the door. I grabbed my 357mag. Flipped on the porch light and jumped out the door. Shit was crashing through the brush in three different directions. The flood light on the front of the clubhouse came on. After the morning hunt I walked around looking for tracks, didn’t see not even one track.
Saturday night after the evening hunt, I cooked dinner and then go to bed. Again about 1:00am the same shit, this time I grabbed my 357mag. But I don’t turn on the porch light.
(Smart thinking right, not really looking back I should have stayed in the bed and ignored them)
So I jump out the door this time I hear a loud, what I would describe as growl and a huff at the same time. I see one huge black blob go around towards the front of the clubhouse and the other black blob went across the dirt road crashing towards the woods, at which time I fired at it.
I didn’t see anything after that except the image of the flame that came out the gun that was burnt into my eyeballs. After the Sunday morning hunt looked for tracks or blood didn’t see anything, the only thing that I saw was where something big went through the brush. I packed up, and went home, I didn’t hunt that evening.
The next week Friday night I get to the hunting club, park my truck go into the camper and turn on the lights, and holy shit, there is a tree limb stuck straight up and down through the roof, dead center between the bed’s.
It took out the light fixture. It was about 8ft. long and 6-8in. In diameter. I went outside with hand held flood light and about 3ft. was sticking straight up out of the roof. They sent me a message, and they made their point.
I always wonder if they thought I was in the bed that Sunday night?
So many things happen on that property. I could tell you about many strange, odd things that happen out there. I quit hunting.”