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A listener writes “Back in the spring of 2013 a friend of mine of 40 yrs decided to go fishing and choose to go to a place loaded with lakes, river and stills, locally it is known as the protected area where no hunting , logging is allowed but fishing is ok.

The lake we like to walk is called bottle neck lake, well because it’s shaped like a bottle, we got at the lake around 5am and it was already a beautiful day starting out, we made are plans John my friend would walk around one side and I will go the other way and meet at the neck, this takes about 4 to 5 hrs to walk without stopping, but we are fishing so it will take sometime.

I headed down the make shift path, almost a deer trail more then a path, I stopped at a few places long the way but my spot was about 2hrs from the truck, a beaver lodge that made a still witch is great for fish, as I got to the spot I noticed the lodge was torn up, I was a bit surprised but passed it off as bear activity and put it out of my mine , bears don’t bother me for I grew up way out in the wood and dealt with them all the time.

After I say a hr and half I started feeling strange like I was being watched but passed it off, I was catching fish and it was early a few min later a huge splash to the left of me made me jump I though big fish or beaver but beaver don’t come that Close to people so it had to be a fish but before iI could catch another splash but this time I seen a huge rock about the size of a Volleyball hit the water, that’s when the hair stood up and I got a bad feeling in my gut and started to sweat, then it happened I heard a growl so deep that felt like it went on for ever and it was about 50 ft away, I froze.

I slowly reeled my line in , broke my rod down picked my fish up and slowly turned , I saw nothing, I was not passing this off but how and which way do I get out, I looked down the path saw nothing, man it was hard getting my feet to move and in my head I kept saying don’t run, then as I got 20ft I got hit by a small rock, I kept walking a few min later a growl again behind me.

I was not turning around way to freaked out, all I could think was stay calm and then it hit me I was 2hrs away from my truck, my heat dropped and all I could think was I’m dead no way am I getting out. For about 20 to 30 min I kept hearing growls and walking behind me, but then I got a rock landing in front of me, oh —– I said out loud, right then I felt there are 2, I started to shake and tear up and stopped walking a just waited for it to come, after a few min nothing and then I prayed, then it happened I got the worst bluff charge ever , it was loud chaotic and violently tore up everything, there it was standing 15ft away behind some small pune trees, all I could see was its head and shoulders it had to be 8ft and 3 to 4 feet wide , long red brown hair wide deep black eyes, flat nose shinny charcoal skin.

I know you don’t look any animal in the eye but no way could I not, a stare down lasted 20 sec before I clued in where was the other, fearing it was creeping up behind I grabbed my bush knife(10inch) and stood still, to my relief the 8 ft monster turned and walked away , I quickly turned and at first I saw nothing, as my eyes focused there it stood half behind a tree in mid stride, with out thinking I drop my fish which I totally forgot I had and turned, not running but almost a jog.

I think they wanted the fish, maybe but the bastards stalked me for the next hr growling and breaking —- up and occasion charging me, to my relief I saw the truck one part of me was thinking this is when to get me as some kind of joke just like when a cat lets a mouse run a bit feeling it was free but no it did not come and to my surprise John was at the truck all packed up yelling at me to unlock the truck and hurry and don’t look back but stupid me I did.

One of the beast was so close to me I bet he could have grabbed me if it wanted to, we jumped in the truck speeding off a rock hit my door from the other side of the road telling me the other one was on its way to cut me off. I told John and he way quite I asked why he was at the truck he only said he need a beer but I saw he was not right he had been crying so I did not press.”