Did you have your campfire up and going when the thing appeared or was it out. I noticed on some of thy latest entries that you had a fire going which kept it away probably.

Hat band! Make a hat band outta it, plus you could do other stuff maybe brain tan the hide, or make a head chime outta the bones. Even trim on a coat with some a that fur.

He wasnt able to kill he said he shot in the chest and the head.

Eerh dude, is this story finished or did you just run out of mushrooms?

Yeah are you done yet?

Been wonderin' 'bout that too...

It would be nice to hear more.....

Can someone make this thread sticky?

Sorry for the delay guys. I've been waiting on a final piece of information for the story, and now I have it. Here's the end of my story---for now.

Day 3 (continued)

So dawn eventually broke, as it always does, and I stopped hearing things. It had been a good few hours since I heard the first shot, but waited till full daylight before moving from my hiding place. As the sun came up and the (welcome) sounds of nature emerged, even in the snow, I ventured out of my spot.

No sign of whatever the hell was hunting me.

I grabbed some of my supplies that I had dropped in crossing the woods---no way was I going back to my campsite---and slung my rifle on my shoulder. I started to very carefully start heading out based on my compass. I hadn’t really strayed that far from the campsite after all.

And yet, and yet. I couldn’t help it. I wondered what may have been left behind where I had actually shot the damn thing---twice---and this feeling was driven home all the more by the fact that I had nothing really to show for my hunt. Nada. In fact, I’d lost most of my (pricey) camping equipment. Daylight gave me more courage and I went by what was left of my camp around 8am.

Still no sign of anything there, so I went a few yards to where I first saw the beast perched the previous night. I mounted the rocky area where it had been watching me and that’s when I found it: a nice bit of blood splatter. I grabbed a handful of the earth it had dried into and booked it out of there. I never looked back.

Epilogue

So I did an inventory when I got back to my house, and had indeed lost a few hundred dollars in gear, keeping only my rifle and some ammo magazines and knapsack. After decompressing a bit, I wanted to get to the bottom of whatever it was I had encountered in the woods. I contacted a friend of mine who works in forensics at our local university, and told her---in very vague details---that I’d been in a hunting accident and maybe had shot something I wasn’t sure of. She had me bring her the blood-stained earth/rocks and ran some DNA tests on them.

She got back to me yesterday (Friday) with the results.

Her verdict: “I don’t know what the hell this DNA is.”

So concludes my story, for time time being. The incidents in my neighborhood have stopped for now, too, but I suspect the Wendigo is simply lying low these nights, licking its wounds, as it were. Watching and waiting. I can't look at the woods adjoining my house without feeling the same sense of dread I felt standing in its cave. And the smell...

If---when---it returns, so will I. We have unfinished business.

Next time you have to use magic incantations to banish this abomination. You did not destroy it completely.

I have a thought, when you said it would be hazardous to use fire in the woods you could of waited for it to rain thus making everything wet. This would have helped not to catch the woods on fire. Bloofer said they have hearts of ice. You can melt ice with fire. Jake ashworth said they are invisible but the wet ground would have made it easier to track it.

One of those things where "you have to have been there." I was lucky to unload two shots and get out with my life. Next time I'm bringing Angra. ::stick out tongue::

BTW I was looking over some photos I took in the woods. Is it just me or do you see an outline/shadow of something in this one anglewitch? It could totally be autosuggestion on my part. But. Thought I'd ask for an outside opinion.

Alright I will examine the picture.

I couldn't place anything in the picture but finding the unidentifiable blood type puts me back to thinking its a sasquatch. Do wendigos even bleed?

The most she could tell me was it looked like a partial match for several different animals. But nothing clearly identifiable.

Post a few more picture. I think I might have something.

If I hadta guess I'd say it's a Douglas Fir.

I think We've found our suspect. Douglas Fir did it.

Ok. Just on a whim, I googled this "Douglas Fir". He's all over the internet, I can tell you that much. I can also tell you that he has a few resorts and is a member of the National Christmas Tree Association.

I feel this is not the work of just 1 Douglas Fir.

Beware, Myers. You could be way over your head with this case.

Might wanna stock on a amulet of protection...

Hell, I will provide him with the instructions on how to make one.

Neighborhood basset hound found eviscerated early this morning. I need Darryl here to shoot this thing with his arrow.

It's time for a new hunt, Myers.

This time it's personal.

While I don't know who Darryl is (unless you mean Darryl Strawberry), I agree with Angra. Time for vengeance.

it's the bad ass hunter from The Walking Dead.

I knew that...::embarrassment::

Hold on Bloofer. I dont like people speaking of vengeance. When seeking vengeance comes disaster.Vengeance I a very strong negative force. Remember that please.

Say more, Warlock: what attitude or mindset is best when entering this foray?

Good question MM!::big grin:: Ya took a potshot atta dangerous metaphysical creature....better get yer mojo workin'!

You're right A, I was being silly...I didn't really mean it.

A clear and calm mind.

Its okay. ::wink::

This is from Webster's:
fetish (a) an object believed among a primitive people to have magical power to protect or aid it's owner: a material object regarded with superstitious or extravagant trust or reverence (b) an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion

Correct. I made one once its packed up somewhere.

I miss this thread...::sad::

Yea, we need another hunt, MichaelMyers.

I will hunt for a wendigo if myers doesnt.

Check it!

Seems like salt pure salt that is would work as protection against a wendigo.

Hey bros, no new hunt in the offing (yet) but some other weird things have been happening in these parts. On my daily constitutionals around my neighborhood, I have spied many of the houses next to mine have weird markings/etchings on them (on porches, garages, etc.). I can't make heads or tails of the language or symbols but in light of the recent events detailed in this thread they have left me a little unsettled.

What do you think? Has a cult of the Wendigo formed here that worships the entity? Or are these encryptions intended to ward it off? Is it just some local kids/meth-heads having fun? I should mention I rarely see the people that live in these homes around...and when I do, they don't seem so nice

Sample of two (there are about seven houses with these hieroglyphics in all). One is in a garage facing the street that's been open for about a month now; the other is scrawled above the patio next door.

I don't think the two has anything to do with each other. But the first one is pretty unsetteling, I'll give you that.