What was that stuff you boys were drinking?

similar thing happened on my place , it's my friend's feeder way up in the canyon (Eastland Co)

corn gone, no tracks, no game cam pics

few times cam took pics of what looks like a lady with long hair walking away (2016)
similar pics had been reported by previous hunter (2013)


his game cam was turned up while the second which points at the first cam , took no pics

this spot has been weird since 2013 and every new guy tells me there's something there

My friend has known about this for a while (since 2014) but he kept it to himself.
Didn't tell me about it till summer of 2016, thats when I told him about previous
hunter's experience.


My friend is not afraid of 'it'. he's very curious and wanted to see what's there.
I am a sensitive, I can tell something's there but I don't try to 'communicate' or let it
'communicate' with me. If I do get that feeling, I bombard myself with other things
or talk to myself. When it's time to go, I get the hell out as fast as I can.
Always followed by a cold air for a short distance.

If you're a 'sensitive' or. 'medium' and would like to see if you can communicate
with whatever 's there. I can take you up there to spend the night.
I'd like to know what/who haunts that place

WTF just happened?

Shoot, I have one at my house. Neighbor across the st died a few years back from cancer. Whenever I have contact with her friends or her husband/kids, I come home to the smell of cigarette smoke in my house. Not sure what she is trying to tell me but I always acknowledge her. Seems the right thing to do. She was good to my kids. I made it a point to go over and show her my newborn second son the week she died. And for the non-believers, the wife smells it too......

Years ago I was glassing for Deer and Turkey not far from old Fort Chadbourne. Somewhere between Kickapoo Mountain and Nipple Peak I was sitting on a small peak under a big balanced rock that was at the top. While I sat there glassing the terrain, next to me in the dirt I found a corner tang Indian artifact with the tip missing. These are considered ceremonial by some or associated with burials. Not wanting to lose or break it I carefully folded a handkerchief or paper towel around it, placed it in my shirt pocket and buttoned the pocket. I did see a Turkey that I moved into position for, but had a jackrabbit run up to me, sit up, and make a bark like sound at me scaring the Turkey before I could shoot it. I knew the Turkey was headed for a stock tank being the only water in the area, so I ran through the mesquites to set up for the Turkey at the water hole. I remember patting my pocket while waiting on the Turkey and feeling the corner tang in my pocket. I shot my Turkey and carried the Turkey back to camp. At camp I wanted to take a picture of the Turkey with the corner tang I had found. I unbuttoned by shirt, pulled the handkerchief out of my pocket, and carefully unfolded it to take the corner tang knife out. There was nothing there.

Then there was the Ghost Coon that showed up on my game cam many years ago.

Was she choking an Albino Catfish

Even ghost coons don't get a pass.

funny you mention 'smell'

I had a haunted apartment in Kingwood, TX back in 09 , there was one
spot on the carpet in the living room that I can smell 'rotting flesh'

like somebody died at the spot

but the apartment is not smelly to any visitors,

when I moved in the carpet was still wet, probably from the Mgt
trying to get rid of the stain and smell.


a lot of strange things happened to me in that apartment

I posted a story way back of certain times of the year the smell of cherry tobacco is around my property specially right about dusk. Nearest neighbor is over 2 miles away.

Keep 'em coming. These are my favorite types of threads!

Dang, if that ain't photoshopped, that is a cool picture.

I remember those first trail cam pics. Sometimes we would get bucks like this that looked twice as big as they really were. I remember how excited I was to pick up the film at Wal Mart.

Had left the road at the lease on a dark foggy morning heading to my blind in some oak timber. As I stopped at the base of the ladder I began hearing a faint snapping sound. I looked around through the fog with my head lamp but could only see a few feet in front of me and saw nothing. Still hearing the snapping noise, I began tying my gun up to the hoist rope and prepared the back pack and myself for the trip up the 20 foot ladder. About five feet off the ground I sensed something to my right and as I turned my head my headlamp lit up a face to face confrontation with a very ugly Emu about twelve inches away who immediately snapped its beak together. That bird scared the hell out of me that morning.

Down the road from us a couple years ago, my neighbor found a guy chained to a tree, naked with one eyeball popped out of his head and his scrotum had been cut off. Drug deal that went bad. He survived only to crash his truck into a tree and die. He didn't have very good luck with trees. Weird stuff happens around here. Devil worshippers too. They meet up at a cemetary just up the road, according to locals

Im sure NONE of you will Believe this, but it's a sin to lie.

Last winter (2016, january) we had a low of around 42 degrees, went out to do some 'yote hunting. after i had been calling for about 45 minutes, i smelled the smell of like a skunk and rotten eggs rolled into one. Every now again some of the neighbors septic has trouble, but this smelled different. My dog, Killer was with me ( he recently died) and he started acting a coward, slinking around me, whining, but always looking in the same direction. I had my 20 gauge with me, I had buckshot in it, but i put some slugs i had in my pack in it. Kept shining my light around, nothing but the eyes of an occasional coon in a tree. I started hearing twigs snapping, just, *snap, snap and leaves crunching. There is about a 45 acre empty lot grown over with trees and brush about 50 yards behind me. i was leaning up against a tree so i turned around quietly, by now my dog headed for home with his tail 'tween his legs. I did a sweep with my light along the fence line and woods, just before i turned my light off, something caught my eye. First off was the eyeshine, kind of orange/ red, about 6 1/2 7ft off the ground., Had the color of mud kind of, just a dirty brown long haired arms hanging down to knees "Creature", At this point i was shaking out of my boots! IT moved around a little, broke a branch and turned and it was gone, just vanished. On the 800 yard walk back to the house, i kept hearing " stuff" paralelling (hows it spelled?) me. Finally i took off at a DEAD RUN. I made it to the backyard fence, went through the gate, up the steps, closed all the windows, locked and Dead Bolted all the doors, and loaded my .22 pistol to carry on my hip,.... After that about 3 days later, my Uncle called ( he lives about 4 miles away) and said around 3 in the morning, he woke to the sound of something running beside his window, he sat up in bed, looked out the window, just as the " creature" ran behind his truck, and vanished into the woodline.
What do you think? Is it a man in a furry suit terrorizing this small town neighborhood, OR is at as i call it , " Bigfoot",,, Sasquatch...

Trophy
I'm fairly certain you and your uncle saw the Boggy Creek Monster

Could be. I do know that about 2 years ago a friend of ours from church told us his friend got a pic of one on his trail cam standing next to his tractor, the tractors tire is about 5 1/2 ft tall, thats where the stomach was!......
the funny thing is when he was telling us the story, the lid on his toolbox in his truck was open, and it fell down on its own SLAM! scared the poo outta me!

I know bigfoots are known to do that......................

I saw that movie when i was 10, it was out on C.D by that time,
Then one day i decided to watch it, i was home alone, I GOT SO SCARED, LUCKILY my sister called and talked to me, so she kept me company through the whole movie!

Nope. It is as found. But pre digital when half country did not have home computers. Probably caused by the film not advancing. But then too, it could just be a real ghost.

MAYBE its the ghost coon from, " Where The Red Fern Grows"

I just remembered a Dad story. We used to hunt in Caldwell and we were always told that sometimes just after dark you could see a little light going up and down the creek bed. The story was there used to be an old miser on the place and he didn't believe in putting his money in the bank so he buried it in coffee cans down by the creek. One night it was flooding and we went down to get his money and was washed away in the current. So they say he is still there walking up and down the creek looking for his money and that if you follow him you might find one of the coffee cans. We saw things there that we couldn't explain, but never found any cans with money in them.