That or the wendigo froze him to death. We had a snow fall here in NC. Not a good sign for one who is wendigo hunting.

Haa-Ha! Sucks to be you.

Well here's a stunner for ya. Wendigos are found all over the world and they know what your are saying at this moment. I wouldn't put myers in his grave yet I have a feeling that he still lives in fact I believe he is eating fudge in his living room on the computer reading what we are saying.

I believe he eats fudge outa your ass.

Yea, I said it. Big whoop, wanna fight about it? ::danger::

I disagree.I don't know where y' all are comin' from talkin' 'bout bein' in the grave an all...But I don't think 'es at home chillin' tho either. To me seems like homies' on a spirit world undertakin'. Let's just hope he don't run outta food.....
Cannibalism is at the roots of the Wendigo....

HEY F+++ YOU!!! ::mad::

That's what I said.

No,

YOU ARE TESTING MY PATIENTS! ::danger::

That's better.

Sup bros? I'm back. I'd like to tell those interested a story about my recent adventure. Give me some time to process my experience and I'll post the first part in short order.

Looking forward to hearing about it!

Looking forward to hear your tale, Bilbo.

I cant wait.

First let me apologize if my writing isn’t the greatest. Whether this story is extraterrestrial, paranormal, or simply weird I’ll leave it to you to decide. I’m not completely sure myself.

As you know, neighbors and I have suspected a Wendigo/skinwalker/goatman has been roaming our little NC hamlet for some time. Stories and rumors about it go way back. The specific details are it appears at night, when a great and eerie halooing noise has been heard from the nearby woodland. Several pets and other animals are routinely found dead and strewn in neighbors’ yards, but these ocurrances had dramatically increased in the past month. Cops and animal control have been no help. After educating myself on the Wendigo’s ways and how to destroy the beast, I set out on Friday, February 13th to rid the town of the monster and our fear by securing, and then destroying, said Wendigo.


I set out about 6:00pm EST armed with enough supplies to survive a week, excited as hell (somewhat foolishly, I left my cellphone behind b/c I thought I could navigate pretty well with map and compass based on my Scout days). I decamped in an area in the woods I honestly didn’t know very well, but looked like a good case to stay---flat, lots of limbs and boughs for firewood, and a small rivulet for water.

After setting up my tent, I threw on my backpack and drank some vodka since I knew dusk was quickly descending and the woods can be spooky at night, esp. if you aren’t used to camping. Thus fortified I decided to explore my immediate surroundings and headed down a dirt trail, scoping out some wildlife (rabbits, birds, owls) that looked pretty surprised to see me in their valley.

After about 15 minutes of this I noticed a pungent smell, like rotting flesh. After “following my nose” a bit I came upon what appeared to be two (and “a half”) freshly-killed coyotes. A few things about this were confusing to me and, honestly, a bit spooky. One, their carcasses showed no signs of bullet wounds (not that many hunters come out here anyway). Two, the fact that there were three that were mauled ruled out death by natural cause. So they were definitely killed, intentionally, by some other animal. Finally, I didn’t think some large beast like a bear would kill all these coyotes and just leave them---it was almost like the animals were being stockpiled. (If anyone knows of *large* animals that do this practice I’d be genuinely interested in hearing from you.)


My "spidey-sense" now tingling, I decided to book it back to camp for the night. For a fleeting, crazy moment I had a mad thought that the Wendigo might have screwed up my sense of direction and I’d be alone with just my backpack, but I calmed down found the flat with my tent. I decide to build a fire to heat some water for warmth and so I could cook up some 5-star Ramen. By the time "dinner" was done it was too dark for more exploring. After awhile I put out the fire and get in my tent with my lantern, crawl in my sleeping bag with plenty of blankets---it was about 30° and dropping---and flip on a HAM radio that I brought along for shits and giggles (and to "tune" out the nighttime forest noise). That’s when things started getting creepy….

(tired of typing, will write more later for those interested)

Awsome.

And during that period of time, how many funny looking mushrooms did you consume?

::stick out tongue::

Love it! More, please!

The coyote thing would have freaked me out, especially if they appeared freshly killed. Maybe you disturbed what ever it was that was possibly in the middle of eating one. Creepy. Were they attacking something and it fought back? Were they all killed at the same time, or separate times and dragged there.
I'm surprised you went alone.

Yo MM welcome in from the backcountry!::big grin::
Diggin, the tale....

'Round here I've seen evidence of kills stockpiled, Moutain lions do that sorta thing. They'll kill prey, eat on it some and then stash it fer later, I've seen multiple kills at one spot before.(The remains of of cat; all was left was its head,still attached to it's skin and fur. It was laid out next to the remains of a deer. Bears will do the same kinda thing on big kills if the can score 'em.
Poachers too::mad::

'Nother thing yer story reminded of was, running water, spirits can't cross a body of movin' water.

I think most people would have reacted to my invitation to come like Angra. ::big grin::

First night (2/13) Wendigo-hunt continued.

So, to pick up where I left off. I’m laying in my sleeping bag in a slightly buzzed state at about 9pm, scanning the HAM radio to see what I can pick up. Nothing really interesting going on except a few cops reporting their status from what sounded like far away. Eventually I doze off and wake up a bit later because I hear a crinkling noise in my tent. This startled me awake because I thought some animal/critter had snuck into my tent.

But it wasn’t an animal, it was my HAM radio. I turned up the volume and listened into whatever was going on. I heard what can only be described as a fingernails scratching a chalk board and a guttural and (to my ears) pained screeching. Then there was a pop, followed by silence. My old radio had gone out or blown a fuse. Whatever happened, it wouldn't turn back on. The fact that this happened after hearing the noise didn’t bother me. I now had no means of communication, and began to wonder if coming out to hunt the Wendigo alone wasn’t a the best idea. I forced this out of my mind and eventually fell into a restless sleep, with the mind that I’d begin tracking the Wendigo in earnest the next morning.


Woke up at daylight, crawled out of the tent and felt like sh*t. Very groggy/hung over and muscles sore b/c not used to laying on the ground. Re-started the fire and boiled some water to make instant coffee. I decided today I would be exploring and canvassing the woods in earnest. After breakfast (MRE eggs/bacon) I strap on my equipment and hiked around several natural trails and valleys, looking for signs of life or habitation by large beasts.

About mid-afternoon, I had just crossed a ridge a couple of miles from my campsite when I found it. On the side of a mountain face, something that looks like an abandoned silver mine or natural cave catches my eye (and we don’t have silver mines in NC). I attach a picture of what it resembled. Curious, I walked up to it with my rifle and peeked inside. It was a *huge* cave--- big enough to go inside, and so I did. I know this probably seems a bad idea to us as horror fans but after all, I was out here to investigate. I looked in and as my eyes adjusted to the dark noticed a turn in the very back of the cave.

That was when it hit me: that primal feeling of dread you get when you find yourself in the wrong neighborhood or someplace you shouldn’t be. I felt all of a sudden like I was being observed and immediately froze. What set off my alarm bells? It’s not that I heard or saw anything to provoke this sensation, as it was very quiet and dark. It was something else entirely that was amiss.

It was the smell. The same pungent odor the dead coyotes from yesterday were letting off. And now it seemed too strong, rotten, and offensive for animal carcass.

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Alright, tired of typing…more tomorrow hopefully, I anticipate about 3-4 more “entries”…

I give you props for doing this alone, dude. I'm too much of a chicken-shit!

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This'll probally go over like a lead balloon too...but what about scat? Ever see a spraint ? Lotta hair and bones in it....
But here's where I begin ta disconnect.....Does a metaphysical creature, which preys upon physical creatures even leave scat?

Good Lord....::EEK!::

Man tell me when you go hunting a wendigo again. I am rather a crack shot.

He makes a good point...

I'm not tryin' ta poke holes in MM's story.... I'm just sayin' what does this thing leave behind other than carnage and bad vibes? Ever see antler rubs from deer or claw marks from bears on trees?.... I'm strechin' it too far here I guess.....but a demon incarnatin' an animal form might have some animal proclivities.

Oh, I know you're not throwing shade. But I agree that this may not just leave normal clues. A Bigfoot would leave some kind of trail or droppings but I don't think a wendigo would.

Yeah. I didn't see any dung, but I did "obtain" some other fluids. More on that soon.

(Day 2, 2/14 continued)

Now in theory, I should have been glad to be standing in the cave with the chance to take down whatever lied within. But I am ashamed to admit that every ounce of my body told me to GTFO of there. Besides, I didn’t want to fight whatever beast lived there on its home turf. I slowly inched back, shouldering my rifle and pointing it to the cave. Each step felt like it was 1000X louder than normal. As I got back into the daylight I bolted back the way I came. It was late afternoon and snow had begun falling. I felt weak and had to use my compass to get back to camp. It took awhile. I decided it was probably best to pack up and go home, perhaps come back when conditions improved. At this point felt tired, ill-prepared, and in over my head.

As I came up on my camp, and noticed something seemed off. The place didn’t look like it did when I left it. I felt extremely uneasy now. When I got closer, this feeling got worse. I realized my campsite had been gone through. Tent had been slashed, food scattered every which way, and my spare bags dumped out. The charred wood from my fire was strewn everywhere. I assessed the damage and then realized something: nothing was actually missing. This was a case of clear-cut vandalism, like someone (something?) was sending me a message....or a warning.


Something else I noticed. It was quiet, even for a snowfall. No birds, no noise, nothing. Total and complete silence. I should have known then that this land belonged to someone else, and that the tables had been turned on my little “hunting trip.”

Quickly losing daylight, I decided to patch up my tent, rebuild the fire, and crawl into my sleeping bag with some extra foil and coverlets. I drained the remainder of my flask to keep me warm and settle myself down. I intended to leave at first light. Nothing could change my mind about that now.

But it was a mistake NOT to leave that night, in fact that very instant, even in bad conditions and in the dark. It was a huge error to try to stick it out one more night. The weather was the least of my problems. I will describe my encounter tomorrow….

I tell you what....you're friggin' Wendigo Dundee!!!

::big grin::Wendigo Dundee::big grin::Good one Bloof!

agreed!!!::devil::

Day 2 continued/Day 3

Well I've been putting off writing this part all day. It's just a wrenching and unpleasant experience to recount, even in (relative) safety.

About 7:30 pm, before turning in for the night--- last night of this stupid, ill-conceived trip, I told myself---I decided to do a quick survey of the campsite. Not sure what motivated me to do so. Like I said, snow was falling now and I had no reason to pace the perimeter of my resting place instead of settling down for the night, especially given the events of the past 48 hours. But pace I did.

As I scanned the area that led in the (rough) direction of the cave, I saw something move in the darkness. It was barely visible as it was reflected by my firelight and just behind a rocky escarpment. It was hidden by some rocks, whatever it was. It disappeared and I continued staring in its direction for a solid 10-15 minutes, figuring I might see it in the distance again if I waited.

Then, it stood up.

From now until the day I die, I will never forget the total terror I felt while looking at this creature. It was like evil and death itself had been incarnated, and every fiber of my body was screaming to me that it could not be real. A large, bipedal brute stood just beyond the lighted threshold of my fire. It just stood, looking at me. How to describe it? The stench was overwhelming. A massive, stag-like head. Well over 7". But the scariest part was the eyes: big, vacant, dark. No gleam or reflection to them. Lifeless.

[To give you a sense of this creature, I’ve attached two images. Take the body/mass of the grizzly and (the best I could find) the head of the buck. Yeah.)

Luckily my survival instincts kicked in. I was carrying my rifle with me as I canvassed the site. I took off the safety, and delivered an 8mm to its head from basically 5 yds. distance. A deafening shriek followed, absolutely terrible to listen to. It went straight to your bones. The beast shook for a moment, but didn’t fall, so I delivered another round at the chest, and it screeched again and began running---much, much faster than you’d think it’s size could carry it.

I bolted too, and the next few hours are a blur. I ran down into a wash, looking ridiculous because I tried to keep my gun trained behind me the best I could as I ran (in the dark, in the snow…not fun...Wendigo Dundee I am not!). I found a small crevice in an embankment that hid me, where I spent the next several hours. I heard grunts and screeches in the distance: they sounded close, but could have been further away. Who knows. I sure as hell wasn’t going to check. I spent the whole night hiding in the corner of a small hillock, my gun pointed at the dark, adrenaline pumping through my veins. The most terrifying and exhausting night of my life.

Dawn eventually broke, and the my last discovery should just about wrap this one up…

I have been thinking it was a sasquatch for a bit now, but not with a head like that!

I believe it's a Bignose.

Told ya that they were undead. ::wink::

Uhmmmmm, I don't know know, A, well...maybe! ::big grin::