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I think most people would have reacted to my invitation to come like Angra.
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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. -------- Alright, tired of typing…more tomorrow hopefully, I anticipate about 3-4 more “entries”… |
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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? |
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Good Lord....
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Man tell me when you go hunting a wendigo again. I am rather a crack shot.
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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.
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