Hey guy`s
Last evening Jan 24, at 15:00 hrs I took my vhs recorder and headed for my tower stand to record some pictures of some wildlife. The day before that Jan 23, I was in a stand and 2 pretty little does, came by me about 16:45 hrs, to feed on the corn from my corn feeders, and I didn`t have a camera or my VHS recorder with me to get their pictures.
Will I thought this evening Jan 24th that is, I will get some nice movie pictures if they do come by again. Had my 444 Marlin Rifle with me just in case a nice big old bobcat, coyote, dog, anything of predator nature came by as well. Well as what usually happenes, nothing came by at all except for some grey squirrels. Their was no wind, and the leaves on the forest floor was as dry as post toasty`s, so you could have heard a mouse, walking from 100 yards away. The sun went down and the full moon came up. I had heard a few tree knocks, back to the ease of me about 3 hundred yards , but I got a neighbor about 1/4 mile to the east, and thought maybe it was just him, doing something in his yard.
Well their was nothing moving at all, except for 2 little grey squirrels, at the bottowm of my stand, gathering up some acorns, and some turkeys calling way back in the bottoms, about 1/4 of a mile to the north.
Like I was a saying it was dark now, and The moon was beautiful, and I could see for quit a distance, but was having a hard time seeing the crosshairs on my scoped 444 Marlin rifle, so I decided to go home.
I climbed down the ladder, and had just reached the ground, bent over to pick up my backpack, when their was two long monkey grunts, to my north about 100 yards. I looked up to see a 5ft dark figure, with what appeared to be yellow eyes, reflecting off the full moon, looking at me. Yeah I was pretty shook up, but the strange thing is, I wasn`t that scared, cause like I said, there was a full moon and I could at least see where I was a stepping without a light on. Will I got the feeling that I should just get out of there, but the stubborness in me said ( this is what you keep looking for, go to it and see what happens). So I was torn between fleewing, and going towards it. I dont know why (I quess I was just mad at myself, for feeling fear). But all of these years of having encounters, in the past and fleeing, (when I been by my self that is). just made me mad, and I wasnt going to run from the bully anymore. (bully from the stand point in that he always seems so imtimadating). So with rifle in hand, I headed for him. Yeah, I was scared-- scared as the thought of going to hell, everyhair on my body was raised straight up, rigid. As I was walking toward him, the fear was their, but so was the anger, The thought of ok, you son of a witch, lets see what you really are.
As I was closing the gap, he stood his ground. I`ve closed the gap 25 yards, and he is still there staring at me with one yellow eye, not two eyes. I keep going the two division in me (run, or fight) were more than ever before. I keep the rifle down to my side, I didn`t point it at him, more of a piece of luggage that i`m carring than a weapon, that what I wanted to make him think, A big funny looking stick if you will.-----------
The distance now if 50 yards, and he is still standing there, I`m mentally counting off the distance in my head so that if he charges, -- I will know how hi or low to shoot. All of a sudden he grunts, a low gluttoral grunt --Like a gorilla, sort of. He moves to the west, and start`s walking away to my right, which would be to the west. I find out that he had been standing behind a tree, and thats the reason I was only seeing one eye. I stop cold in my tracks. He`s moving and I dont want to seem like i`m being hostile. My fear has subsided, but its still there. The madness, in me is starting to melt away, as I realize, that maybe, just maybe, he thought from that orginally distance of 100 yards, as I was standing on the ground bent over picking up my bag, that I was one of their kind. I`m 6ft and weigh 330 lbs, and have a white-grey beard.
He slowly disappears in the dark shadows of the night. I retreat back to the house. As I`m walking back to the house my legs, start to give away, and I`m haveing a little diffucluty walking cause the realization has sit in. The fear is gone and so is the anger and madness.
Once I reach the safety zone of the house, I sit on the picnick bench, in the yard, and start grunting in the night hoping he would answer me. --He never did.---The dogs, back down in the west canyon start to barking 1/2 mile to the west, and I know what they are barking at.
Tonight I`m going back, I`m going to leave food at the spot where I saw him, Hopefully he will be back also, I think this is a travel corridor, cause This part of the hill has had many sightings. Oh yeah, I will have my 00 buck shotgun, just in case, instead of my 444. And yes I will sit some game camers out there also.
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