Knock off thread... strangest thing you have seen or heard.

I hunted an old Indian mound in the middle of the marsh. Had massive oaks all over it. Didn’t even hear a bird chirping and felt like I was being watched the whole time. Was one of the worst walks back to the boat in the dark I ever experienced. Never hunted that spot again.

Does anyone else agree a doe “barking” at something sounds like an evil spirit?

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Does anyone else agree a doe “barking” at something sounds like an evil spirit?

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Yeah the evil spirit of fricking up my hunt

Yeah same, but most times that bitch is 100 yds behind me downwind just barking her arse off like a junkyard dog.

I was in a climber in the late 80s...kept hearing a little rustling the leaves. Couldnt find it, couldnt figure out what was going on.

Then I saw it, direcly beneath my tree was a rattle snake moving along thru the woods. After seeing it for about 5 minutes I lost him. Climbing down as a bit unnerving and I took a wide circle the opposite way he was heading to get out of there.

Some big, nutty hound type dog running mad in circles for 200 yards around where I was in a tree. At first I didn't see it, I just heard what was not a normal bark at all. I was debating sasquatch or possessed bear until he tore into sight. Ran around for probably 5 minutes, spooked a coyote out, then left.

Found a dead deer that had been gut shot a day or two earlier. When we were getting close to it, it was obvious there was something weird going on as we could see it moving slightly. My buddy kicked it to see if it was still alive and an armadillo came crawling out of it's exit wound. I had assumed maybe a coon or opossum would do something like that but was weird to see an armadillo.

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I hunted an old Indian mound in the middle of the marsh. Had massive oaks all over it. Didn’t even hear a bird chirping and felt like I was being watched the whole time. Was one of the worst walks back to the boat in the dark I ever experienced. Never hunted that spot again.

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This is the kind of stories i like!

I pulled off the highway on a dim road for an afternoon hunt at our club. This road was rarely used, but there were fresh tire tracks that day. Laying in the road was what was left of a Popeyes lunch, a pay check stub from a construction company, a pair of jeans, and Dingo boots. Something didn’t seem right, but I hunted anyway. After dark, my hunting buddy met me at the truck. It was his birthday and he tried the boots on. He had a birthday present. We talked to his paw in law that night, who in turn, called the sheriffs investigator. They gathered all of it up, Dingo boots included, as evidence. A man had been cut ear to ear in Florida. The suspect fled to Mississippi to get his paycheck and had been on the run. He’d been arrested south of where I found the evidence. Our paths missed by no more than two hours. Maybe a lot less.