I've had a sense of danger a few times in my life but nothing like what happened to me a few years ago. At the time I was doing all my hunting in the Sam Houston National Forest and had scouted and hunted the area for many years. As I did every year I did all my scouting in September mostly during mid day so I didn't distrub the area during prime deer movement times. I made sure to find at least 4 good stand locations in different areas because this was public hunting land. That way if opening morning came and there were more hunter than I liked at one of these locations, I could quickly move to another. Well during my scouting that year I ventured into an area that I had not previously been, coming to a place that gave me a very strange feeling, it was not fear or a feeling of doom, just felt very strange. The woods didn't look any different or anything and it was within a short distance of the main road. I ignored the feeling and once further into the woods I felt fine. I found a very good place to hunt in a creek botton and decided that was where I would be on opening morning. As I returned to my truck and passed back through that last couple of hundred yards that strange feeling came back to me, but once more I thought little of it and was soon on my way home.
The weeks passed and soon I was pulling up to this location on opening morning of rifle season. I got my deer cart out of the truck, and loaded my climbing stand onto it. I normally pulled the cart to within a couple hundred yards of where I hunt then pack the stand the rest of the on my back. The rules in SHNF are no loaded weapons within 100 yards of the roadways, which never was a problem until I started to enter the woods that morning. That strange feeling that I had all but forgot about was back. There weren't any other hunters in this location and the last truck I had seen was over a mile away, so basically I was all alone. With each step I took, this feeling grew stronger, much stronger than it had been the weeks before and now I felt as though I was being watched. At this point I igonored the rules and pulled my 44 mag sidearm and loaded it then and there. It made me feel a little better, but the feeling of imminent danger was still there and getting worse. Then I heard what sounded like something moving off to my right, and I couldn't really tell how far or close it was. I was now some distance from my truck, and right in the middle of area I had the feeling during my scouting trip. I stopped to see if I could tell where and maybe what was off to my right, but I also think I stopped to decide to turn back or go on. That decision was made for me as there was a terrible scream, or sound like I have never heard before or after. I can't to this day describe the sound other than to say it was pure evil in source. I have heard a lot of sounds in the woods, including mountain lions, bobcats and coyotes, which are heart stopping in themselves in the woods at night, but they never put fear in me like this scream. I knew in my heart at that moment my only chance was to get back to my truck and get out of there. I didn't even draw my .44 as I somehow knew it would not help me and as I turned and headed back I could now hear the movement, now on my left, more clearly and it was moving with me. It sounded as though it was getting closer all the time. Somehow, maybe by the Grace of God as I was praying like I've never prayed before, I made it back to my truck. My cart and stand were quickly thrown in to the bed and I was in the cab as fast as I could move. As I tried to get the key in to start the truck, the feeling of danger started to fade, but I was still being watched. The truck started and I was soon driving as fast as I could to get out of there. To this day I have never told anyone about what happened nor have I returned, and don't ever plan on going back there.
Derek