A listener writes “One of the places we hunt is an early-1900s farm that borders the Uwharrie National Forest in North Carolina, near the Uwharrie River. Over the years, we’ve experienced so many strange and unexplainable events there that it’s impossible to neatly categorize them.
In the past several years, we’ve documented a great deal of what’s happened, including some truly eye-opening encounters. We have photographs and a game-camera video of something that no one has been able to positively identify. It’s unsettling, to say the least.
I’m also part of a hunting club, where we’ve had even more direct interactions recently. You may be familiar with the 30-second law enforcement officer sighting in the Sumter National Forest that made national news last year, that incident occurred only a few miles from our hunting property. So far, six people associated with the hunting property have experienced unusual activity firsthand.”
Knobby
South of the Uwharrie National Forest is where I had my initial introduction to bigfoot while fishing on the Rocky River. It’s the smallest national forest in the U.S., and has among the roughest topography in the U.S., where it’s said there are areas in there where man has never set foot. It was once part of a mountain range that was as tall as the Swiss Alps that has worn down to steep peaks about 1,000 feet above sea level. The red wolf is in there as well as an indigenous North American dog, the American Dingo a.k.a. Carolina Hound, not discovered as a species until the late 1970’s.
I encountered a pack of these wild dogs while fishing on the Rocky River, the same location where I encountered a sasquatch that I saw multiple times during during my encounter.
m99
@knobby ~ Thanks for sharing this with us. I have always loved the Carolinas. My brother Stephen and I trekked around a little in North Carolina, and a lot in SC and Tennessee on vacation one year. The whole area is magical to me.
I wish Wes could have you on a second time because you’ve alluded to other sightings. I think it’d be very cool and also to have other members give updates too.
Well anyway, thanks again knobby _ m99
Linda B
@ Knobby……”I encountered a pack of these wild dogs while fishing on the Rocky River, ”
I noticed the name of the Uwharrie Natiinal Forest as being an area about which I have heard previous sasquatch encounters (other podcasts on you tube). I have never seen sasquatch other than the appearance of one in a dream, but Im not intent on going “woo” here. I have had many audio sasquatch experiences such as whoops, a loud whistle, a loud human OHH at 4 am on a mountainside drop off in the dead of winter, tree breaks and screams as well as an “Ohio howl”. All but the whistle and OHH were in KS.
I simply wanted to tell you I also encountered a pack of wild dogs once in Kansas. It was broad daylight, and I had been tracking a raccoon for fun, in a damp but otherwise dry creek bed. This was the Shunga Creek, in an area of NE KS where I grew up on the edge of Topeka. I saw movement in my peripherals. I looked up. The bank was steep and approximately eight foot high on the right, five or six dogs stood looking at me. They had heard me coming and had exited to a high point. I was standing at their kill site. A dead raccoon lay at my feet. It wasn’t a rare dog pack, they were coyotes which I mistook for German Shepherds, thinking they had come from the neighboring farm, which wasn’t the case. It was certainly a surprised and rare event for me. Having my senses about me, as well as my guardian angel, I walked at an angle ahead and to the left and climbed steadily at an angle the shorter bank, with the dogs in view in the corner of my eye, probably 5 feet up, and walked southward, the dogs were on the north. I angled further south through the short expanse of trees lining the creek, and then I walked east towards home, with about a mile to cover, steadily for about 500 feet through grassland, before breaking all 14 year old girl track records across the field and through my favorite haunt, the woods at the edge of my home, and up the 30 foot bank where dad had put the rock steps, up to our backyard. Never again. That was the first time I got spooked for good reason out of the woods.
The second time I was spooked out of the woods was mind speak at Beavers Bend State Park, where I had hoped to hike solo and enjoy a little picnic at Broken Bow Lake, OK. To that end, I was being told to leave the woods by an unknown force, an inner knowing, which had no voice or gender. The force was so strong I was processing my objections and was being filled with remorse that I was never found and would die there, so I left. (Haha). There would be a second mind speak event in OK near Honobia years later, but that was a female voice speaking kindly and reassuringly in such a manner that I was left with an unnatural peace for about ten days. I told Wes about this and missed his call for a follow-up, something I regret as I love our Wes Germer. I believe being so near the Trail of Tears, she could have been my Cherokee great grandmother. The Native American Honobia Conference leader said he had heard two other accounts of the Woman of the Forest speaking to attendees, so could be it wasn’t my grandma. 🙂 Now, Im wandering off topic, and I digress.
A pack of dogs can be a scary thing, and I would love to hear your dog pack and sasquatch encounter if you’d be so kind as to relay it here in this thread or share your SC episode number. Thanks.