Hunting a Wendigo?

[anglewitch]

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.

[Dead Bad Things]

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.

[anglewitch]

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

[Angra]

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

[anglewitch]

Yeah are you done yet?

[Dead Bad Things]

Been wonderin' 'bout that too...

[The Bloofer Lady]

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

[anglewitch]

Can someone make this thread sticky?

[MichaelMyers]

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.

[anglewitch]

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.