Hunter Or Hunted?

Me and my best friend Shabaz had a extrodinary encounter in the woods many years ago. The day had started out rather routinely when Shabaz and I decided to go hiking through the woods and we invited our friend Dan Dankshire, know to us as DanD or Dandy Dan to go with us. The first part of the day was just a normal ho-hum day. We spent it in a track of forest where we had construced a multi-room log shack built on and around a fallen tree. We took our favorite meal which consisted of deviled ham and cheese spread sandwhichs, pepsi, and chips. Shabby and I just like to eat in the woods, talk and observe nature. However this seemed not to Dan D's liking. He then begain to complain about how much nature sucks. After a quick conference we decided to grab our rifles and go to the other track of woods, and do some target shooting. There's a nice big hill there that you can use a backdrop and not worry about stray shots. We went through several hunderd rounds of ammunitiona and by the time we were though the rifle barrels were as hot as a jalepeno pepper. After we cleaned up our mess, we decided to go on a hike and see what had been happening around this section of the woods as it had been a long time since we had last visited it. Well once again Dandy Dan started complaining about nature, wasted days and whatever else he could think of. We told him if he wanted to he could go back to the other tract of forrest and wait for us, he readily agreed to that. It was with some feeling of joy that we watched his back vanish over the hill. Now that DanD was gone we went back to nature. We noticed a spot where the bushes and brush had been torn asunder. The closest I could come to describing it, is that it looked as if a minature hurricane had whipped through there.  Small trees were either uprooted or knocked down and the weeds were flattened as if to make a path. The patch was easily three feet wide, wider in some spots. So we had one of the dumbest ideas of our lives. It was one of the strangest paths we've seen. It didn't go strait. It seemed to meander all over the place. It reminded Shabby of the path someone would go in the city while window shopping. Down and up the hills we went. We came to some trees that had fallen down, or been uprooted and they had fallen together to form a sort of tepee shape. Upon examing of this we found several strands of long hair.  Shabby's face went white as he examined them. He told me that he didn't think it such a good idea to keep on the trail. Naturally, I took the opposite track and said "Don't be a wuss" So relunctantly he followed me further down this twisted trail.  By this time the day was winding to an end and shadows were getting longer. The trail took a serious sharp turn to the left and Shabby refused to move a step farther until I had rounded the corner to take a look first. When I didn't reply to Shabaz's questions, he ran around the corner despite his reservations. When he rounded the corner he saw what I had saw that stopped me in my tracks. There was a big pile of poop at the side of the trail. It had been partially covered by sticks and leaves. We were so shocked that we were starring at the poop for probably 20 minutes. Shabby say "that cuts it for me, anything that can poop that much ain't somethign I want to meet" despite my bravado earlier I felt as Shabby did. While we had been starring at the poop darkness had advanced steadily upon and with the end result that we could just barely make out forms. Just then we heard a hooting sort of noise, that noise raised the hair on the back on my neck and later Shabaz told me it had rasied his hair too. It sounded sort of like a sick owl chewing tabacco and trying to hock a loogie while he hooted. I've never heard anything like it before and hope to never hear anything like it ever again in my life. Shabby was shucking and jiving like he was going through a 'nam flashback. He was twitching and twisting his head everywhich way. Suddnely he let out a yell that would have woken the dead. It sounded like he was being skined alive. He started making a sort of barking./talking noise and started pointing. I looked towards where he was pointing and saw some luminus orbs--possibly eyes. Another one of those strange phemley hooting sounds tore through the dusk. Shabby didn't utter a word, he threw his hand up in the air, and started screwing at what sounded like air raid siren decibals. I'll also admit to  doing some screaming, although I hope--although I fear I did--I didn't scream as loud as Shabby. Well we both took off running as hard as we could. Behind us we could hear something crashing though the brush in our fear heightened condition it sounded as an 18 wheeler was driving though the woods. The hooting continued at intervals. Every once in awhile we would fall over logs, run into tree, or once in Shabby's case trip over a vine and do a somersalt. Boy was I glad that DanD had taken the rifles with him, otherwise we'd have probably dropped them in our fright. The sounds of pursuit got closer and closer. We were close to the end of the woods, it was looking to be a close race as to whether we would get out of woods or be caught by what was pursuing us. With a pure rush we tore out of the woods and collasped in the welcoming light of the security light attached to the barn. Nothing followed us out of the woods but for about 10 minutes there was a rukus going on in there. There were crashes, and hooting noises. When the noises stopped we got up off the ground and headed towards the car where DanD was waiting. We told DanD what had happened but to this day he still thinks we were pulling his leg, that's ok, let him think what he will. I will say that me and Shabby both agree with DanD now. Nature does indeed suck.
Pixie_Lover Pixie_Lover
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3 Responses Aug 30, 2006

well told and very interesting experience. I wonder, did you ever ask your friend why he blanched at the hair and what he thought it might be from? I wonder what kind of an animal would make a sound like that.

Great story!

Great story!