Gone Hunting

People don't stop hunting because they get tired.

They stop because something happens.

Hunters talk about it quietly - if they talk about it at all. Moments when the woods go silent. When footsteps don't match the tracks. When something moves the wrong way, at the wrong time, and every instinct says leave.

These are strange encounters that happened while hunting. No folklore. No campfire exaggeration.

Just experienced hunters realizing they weren't alone out there... and that whatever was with them didn't want to be seen.

Some never went back.

Some still won't hunt alone.

And some wish they had trusted their gut sooner.

If you know, you know.

If you don't... you will.

Transcript

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Hunting isn't about pulling the trigger, it's about reading signs. And sometimes the clearest sign you'll get is the feeling that you're being watched. So put on that orange. Strap your gun over your shoulder, and let's go hunting and not for people. You weirdos for stories. I am your host, Amanda, and welcome back to Let's Get Weirdish. what's up homies? How have you been? We didn't have an episode last week. I missed you guys and hopefully you missed me too. We had some major life events happen we had to go to Missouri and then straight to Louisiana for a few days, but here we are. I didn't have the mental capacity to record last week. And that's just life. I also need you to know that little Debbie has come out with a Christmas tree cake coffee creamer. It's not that great. I'm a little disappointed. Shout out big Debra. You can do better. Seriously, How many of you out here are hunters? I've been an avid hunter my whole life, and so is my entire family. You know that weird feeling when you're hunting in the morning and you walk out through those woods and it's just pitch black, dark. It's kind of quiet, but you can hear the crickets and you can hear the owls. those fat little raccoons running around everywhere eating your corn. What happens when all of that sound just vanishes? I've never had it happen, but we're gonna talk about that today. If I had to choose between a morning hunt or an evening hunt, I usually pick mornings. I don't know why I like an evening hunt too. It's fine. But there is just something about watching the sun come up from your dear stand. And if you've never done it, you should. And I know, you know, we hear all the people. We don't hunt the animals, we don't do the things, but I like to eat'em. I like to fry it up, throw it on the smoker, all of the things that people do. hunting's, not everybody's cup of tea. I'm not here to judge. But don't knock it till you've tried it. I personally have never had anything scary happen out in the woods. But I do remember when American Horror Stories Freak show came out. And I made Corbin watch it. Gosh, what was that, 2015? No, 2014 because I was super pregnant and so I was using a crossbow. Yeah, it was 2014. I was hunting with a crossbow and a popup blind, and Corbin was in a tree climber with his bow. Pretty sure. But anyway, he was way away from me. I don't even know how far. Couple minutes, you know, just to skip drive and a hop. And I texted him and was like, what would you do if that clown just walked out right now? And he got down from his stand and told me it was time to go because he had scared himself. So I no longer make him watch stuff like that because the easiest way to piss me off is to run my hunt. I am also a hunter that can't hunt with anybody. I will hunt with my brother Cooper, and I would probably hunt with Austen because Austen's as serious as I am too. But I will not hunt with Corbin because he's loud. I need it quiet. I need to hear everything. I need to see everything. If I'm in the stand, I'm not playing on my phone. I'm not watching videos, which all of those things Corbin does. He coughs. He falls asleep. I can't take it. I am on my PS and cues. I'm not breathing loud, even though they can't really hear me in my stand. Okay? But I need to know what's going on. If a squirrel jumps on a tree branch, I'm gonna know about it. So if something weird was going to happen, hopefully I would be paying enough attention to notice. Which brings us to our first story, and you know where we are. We're in Reddit. This is from a deleted user. The title is, I'll Never Go Hunting again. I am a bow hunter and I like to still hunt, which is when you dress in full camo and walk through the woods rather than sit in a tree stand. Last October, I was coming down a hill into a marshy area. It was kind of late. And enough so that the side of the mountain was covered in shadows. I live in Pennsylvania where our mountains are completely covered in trees and it gets dark fast. When I get to the bottom of the hill, I notice that it was completely silent. No sounds at all. and I felt the hair stand on my arms. But I've been creeped out before in the woods, so it wasn't that big of a deal. I kept on, I've been hunting in this general area before, but I've never went down this hill. I continued creeping through the woods. slow. Mind you, I'm walking very slow so you can barely hear my footsteps because deer are hard to sneak up on. And then I hear a voice call out from me, from behind a thicket of small trees, help insert my name. Come over here. I'm in trouble. Help. And I swear to the good Lord. It was my brother's voice, but my brother lives in Nevada. So it couldn't have been my brother and it said my name. It only took me a second to realize something wasn't right, and when I did, I ran faster than I ever have in my life. Only my dad knew where I was hunting that day, and this area is huge. No one would've found me there, and he is too old to have played any tricks on me. But something out there knew my name and it sounded just like my brother. I don't know what the hell that was, but I don't think I'll ever be going back in those woods again. Maybe I'll move to the desert with my brother, where at least I can see everything around me. Okay, for real. Also, he ends up updating this post and saying he called his brother afterwards just to make sure where he was and yes, his brother was in Nevada. What do you think this was? I personally think it was a flesh pedestrian, if you know, you know. Okay, we're not gonna say the name on here. I'm not a very superstitious person, but this is something that I really do truly think is out there. I have many native friends from Arizona, and they swear, and I have no reason to doubt them that out there on the res Flesh pedestrians are in fact active, so we're not gonna take any chances. We're just gonna say flesh pedestrians. This one is from the user Hollerer. I'm not gonna lie. Okay. This one is from somebody in Australia and I contemplated like three times if I was gonna try to talk in an Australian accent to read this one, But I'm no Jeff Irwin, so I'm not gonna put you through that today. You can thank me later. Pick hunting in the bush and I'm probably gonna butcher this. GenOn NSW in Australia. Me and my mate were stalking two pigs, merely degrading a riverbank. These effing things are an environmental poison to waterways. Look, they are an environmental poison to everything. They will tear your shit up so freaking fast, and it's honestly one of my favorite things to shoot. Sorry if you're offended people, but I am a hunter through and through. I love to kill me some hogs. Anyway, we are downwind and totally still about 30 meters away in the brush, about to take our shots with our three oh eights. When two pigs absolutely piss balled away, I'm assuming that means they went really fast. Okay? Okay. we literally just stand up and shake our heads, no clue what scared them away. I have never seen a pig go from zero to full flight without a gunshot first. Same homie, same. Anyway, we are pretty buggered and dec decide buggered and decide to pack it in. Yeah, just as we are walking back, there's some pretty thick pine forest, maybe about a hundred meters away from the hide. We lost to pigs. What is the hide? We don't know. Okay, that's fine, but we're just gonna assume the place we both hear a growl. I swear to God. It sounded like a line from an African movie. There is nothing in Australian brush that makes that sound. Nothing at all. I have never felt fear like that in my whole life. Then I realized no bird song was nearby and we're pretty damn close to the evening chorus time. So we are standing for five minutes, rifles out in the falling light, no birds Before we decide to head back to the fire trail, I parked my ute at 30 minutes of walking in the dusk, rifles out, jumping every time a cocky shrieks. What is a cocky? We're, we're gonna look that up. I still don't know what that sound was, but I will never forget how primarily afraid it made us. Like evolution had programmed us to Inga ding our inga, ding our underpants when hearing it. I'm pretty sure that means shit yourself. Inga ding. I'm about to take a picture of this word. I'm going to start using that in everyday life. I'm gonna Inga ding my pants. Okay. I have not hunted in that area since, and that was in 2006. Alright, what is a cocky, we're gonna look this up, right? Right now. What is an Australian cocky? An Australian cocky refers to an Australian cockatoo, a type of parrot known for its loud calls. Okay, The more you know. I don't know. Does Australia have big cats? I mean, they've gotta have big cats, right? But they said it was a growl. And usually big cats don't growl. Let's see what grows in the Australian bush. The most common grows in the Australian bush come from the common brushtail possum, which does not look like a possum. It kind of looks like, um, a mix between a. Well, like a fuzzy possum with a shorter snout. I don't know. You need to look it up. Brushtail Possum. Hmm. pretty sure These men who've been hunting forever would have known that it was a small little animal. So what could it have been? I don't know anything about Australian folklore, if you will. Creepy Australian cryptics. It's, oh, they have a lot. What is this? The Yow. Oh, so the Yow, we is the Australian version of Bigfoot. I wonder if you heard a Yow. We, my friend. but fun fact. I do know some things about Australia. Okay. From Stella learning it in school. And they have fairy bread on their birthdays, which is bread and butter with sprinkles on there. But they call sprinkles hundreds of thousands or no, hundreds and thousands. And then when you're saying goodbye, I think it is, you say haru? Mm-hmm. And that's factual. Honestly, looking at some of these Cryptics for Australia, we may have to do a full episode on Australian cryptics. Not only are the names giving okay, but they've got some weird ones. Hook Alan Sea Monster. Megalania, if I'm even saying that right. Hawkesbury River Monster. The drop bear, the burn jaw, the bunny up. And I can't even pronounce this one, but we're gonna, we're gonna try. Okay. If you don't try in life, what are you doing? If I'm gonna do one thing, I'm gonna try. Okay. No, no. We're gonna see if they have the pronunciation. All right. No. Mm-hmm. We're gonna copy, we're gonna paste that into Google. They don't have the pronunciation on here, but holy tits. The graphics they have for it. It's horrifying. Large merman, like being with sharp claws and a strong tail. Mm-hmm. This looks like a freaking, this looks like Godzilla. It, it really does. It looks like Godzilla. And they say it hides in clumps of seaweed. No, it won't be going there. This one is from User Flynn two. We actually had been done hunting for the day and if you hear me say hunting, I'm trying to reel in my accent. Okay. Most people don't think that I have one, unless you're not from Louisiana. And so usually I would just be like, we actually have been un hunting for the day and I don't want to sound like I'm mumbling, so I am trying very hard to enunciate for you guys. Okay? This is dedication to the cause. Let's begin again. We had actually been done hunting for the day. Our camp is one of a few small camps that are back off the state road that butt up to a massive state gameland. It's past midnight. Guys are dropping like flies into bed. We've been hearing coyotes for a while. Probably running deer, but getting closer maybe 200 yards is my guess. It was loud. That in itself is unnerving, but then it goes dead silent. One friend and I are left sitting across from each other at the fire. My back is three feet from the brush slash woods. We noticed it went silent, but kept hooting and hollering and laughing. It's been probably 15 minutes at this point. All of the sudden there is a loud crack behind me. We freeze and stare at each other. I slowly start to turn around and a grayish whitish, something bolts back to staring at each other. I said, yep, bedtime. We both laugh. Gather our drinks. Judging by the size, it was either a code or a lynx. I'm not interested in tangling with either. Okay. Yeah. Yeah. Fam, it could have been a coat, could have been. But why are the rest of'em not hollering? Is it because you think they saw you and maybe it was like just trying to see what you were doing? I don't know. It, it doesn't give the cot vibe to me. It gives the get the hell out of their vibe. You know what I'm saying? Like the woods go silent. No. Mm-hmm. I just, uh, I don't think it was a coyote. Do I know what it was? No. Mm-hmm. Maybe I, it was Jacob from Twilight, I can't call it. But that's a no thank you for me. This one got me. Okay. This one really got me. This is from a deleted user. when I was a young hunter, second time out, I was sitting in a tree stand with my uncle to paint a picture. Our stand was near the bottom left of this acre of land, and we had two acres visible, one right in front of us and the other to our right, which was mostly visible from the tree stand. We had been there for about two or three hours waiting for deer to show up. We had heard a lot of different animals, turkeys, foxes, all kinds of birds, and of course, squirrels. Squirrels sound like the biggest deer ever. I'll always sit like a massive bug is gonna walk out and it's. Usually a squirrel or a bird, and it, it gets me more angry than it probably should. Okay. Anyway, back to the story. This was very exciting for me. Eventually, at the opposite end of the acre, A small deer came out of the tree line. I had my gun ready just in case, but my uncle signaled to me to let it go. He later explained that it would be an extremely hard shot even for him. And also the deer was fairly small, maybe a year old. Yeah, baby, you gotta let that walk. So I just watched as this cute little deer munched away at the ground and wagged its little white tail for a few minutes. My uncle and I shared a smile. I was so surprised that our tree stand really worked. I think he means like that the deer didn't see him anyway. Then bam, out of nowhere, A bear comes out and kills it dead. instantly and it pulls it back into the brush. All that motion and power took less than three seconds. I was in absolute awe even replaying it. Now in my head, I still just think to myself, what the beep? I was shocked, terrified, and amazed and excited all at the same time. My uncle though, had the classic look of fear, probably because I was so young and was there with him, but it was jarring regardless. Not only are bears extremely rare in my area, this is one of the three times I've ever seen a bear. But the fact that it was this huge bear and it was patrolling around or hiding unseen and unheard to either of us, it was just mind boggling. I think about 30 minutes later, my uncle decided it's time for us to leave. We get down, pack up our gear in the bed of the truck. He starts it up and I'm walking around the back taking my sweet time. I stretched and let the sun hit my face and the cool air in my lungs. I don't remember exactly why, but my eyes were just fixated in one area, as if my brain knew it was seeing something but wasn't fully processing. What Suddenly the mood in the air changed and the cool air felt dull. I sensed something was wrong and started to turn around and walk to the passenger car door. But I didn't take my eyes off this part of the tree line just before I got in. that same bear poked its head out from behind the brush. It was far away, but I could tell its mouth was covered in blood. It just stared. I closed the door and continued to look at it from the back window of the truck my uncle noticed and looked as well. This time we were both just flat out scared. Never seen or heard anything like that since, but it was a good lesson in understanding that you need to be alert and on your toes. when in that kind of situation, 100% of the time that Bear was like a ghost, but hundreds of pounds. Okay? This story truly scares the shit outta me because how often are US hunters just walking in the dark in the woods? To our stand from our side by side. And some people even hike in like a mile depending on where you're hunting, especially if you're bow hunting, you're just walking around out there, you know, picking a tree, unless you already have your tree climber out there, and if you're hunting on public land, you have to pack it in and out every time. this one is weird. It's not a hunting story. It's a fishing story, but it's all relative, you feel me? This is from Japanese ball. My dad used to fish with his traditional method of using many rods made of bamboo place, five yards next to one another. The baits are usually alive, tiny frogs, as it's for catching a specific catfish like predator. Anyway, it's always done at night and considering the method he had to walk back and forth on the riverbank to check the fishing rods. It was when I went along with him on one of these fishing trips where I got a memory worth remembering for as long as I live. So I was sitting on the riverbank next to our motorcycle, munching on snacks I'd brought from home. My dad was about 70 or so yards away, doing another round of checking the fishing rods. Suddenly I heard my dad running towards me, and I swear I had never seen such terror in someone's face, especially my dad. He told me to hurry to hop on the motorcycle telling me that we were going home. I was like, how about the fishing rods? but then he started the motorcycle and sped away. Honestly, I didn't think much of it. I was a kid who didn't really enjoy anything in which I had to wait, and the night fishing trip was just not something I enjoyed. So as much as I wanna care, I was just happy to be home early. My dad did collect the rods in the morning though. It wasn't until six or seven years later in high school when my dad asked me to join him in another fishing trip that I internalize and ask my dad what actually happened on that particular night. According to him, basically from where he was standing at that night. Up ahead. The river has a curve to the right. He heard a little splashing of water, meaning that he caught a fish, but when he had come closer, he saw a long-haired woman in a white robe squatting next to the fishing rod with her back to him thinking that somebody was stealing his fish. He asked her what she thought she was doing. She then slowly stood up, rotating her body to the left to face him. Only, there's nothing for what's supposed to be a face. It's not like her face is flat without distinguished figure of eyes and such. Like any generic ghost, it's just blank. Black is the night like nothing to be seen. My dad froze and that's when she said. I'm probably gonna butcher this Mjo, which means go home. That was when he fled. the only other time I have seen terror on his face is when he was looking for my mom and I in our bedrooms. During a massive earthquake in 2006. My mom and I were outside already. My dad was a teacher and he always had jokes up. His sleeves, even voted as the funniest teacher in his school years ago. But I know for sure when he's bullshitting me and when he's being serious. He's seen and heard some weird things in his life. Some of which were told to me. He said that he reacted the way he did was in part because he wanted to get the hell out, and obviously part because he's afraid that it was a bad omen, that something will happen to our family. But thankfully, all he lost were nothing more than just some fish. I don't like that one. What do they call that? The, um, lady in white stories. It's always a lady in white. And I wonder, I wonder if she was, um, which I guess like she just had no face, so I can't really say, but I wonder if she was native and she would like something about, I don't know, that, uh, Actually, I would've Inga dinged myself. Inga dinged for sure. This story has a trigger warning for attempted suicide or. Consideration, I would say this is from a deleted user, so if this is gonna bother you, skip it. But I will say it does have a good ending. I have to say, this is kind of fuzzy since I was admittedly drinking and it was a while ago, I was mostly hiking and listening to a podcast and I brought my rifle hoping to bag a hog, though not expecting to. I remember just randomly scoping the woods, hoping to find something. Ended up seeing a middle-aged man and immediately panicked because drunk me thought I was accidentally going to shoot him. It didn't hit me until a few seconds after that the guy was actually pointing a shotgun under his chin. I found him again with my scope while making sure not to even touch the trigger and watch him for a few minutes. The guy had to be in his mid thirties, just had a still dead eyed look on his face, and I saw his trigger finger jerk a few times without actually pulling the trigger. He looked so dead inside and he barely moved. The only part of him that had any motion was his hands and arms, which were twitching and jerking. I thought about yelling, but I sort of practiced to myself and couldn't talk without slurring, so I just kept quiet. I ended up putting my head down on a log just to think for a few moments on what to do, but ended up passing out. I woke up with ants all over me, and after brushing them off, I remembered the guy and couldn't find him, so I walked over to the spot he was at. But before I did that. I noticed there were footprints near me that weren't mine. I know this because I checked the pattern on my shoe and they didn't match, so I'm sure the guy checked me out. I was wearing bright red so I wouldn't get shot by other hunters, and I went over to the spot where the guy was at nothing but a soda, an empty envelope, and a nail on a tree. I wonder if this guy. When he passed out, if he didn't drop his gun and the man hurt him and he ended up saving that man's life that day, I'd like to, I'd like to think that's what happened. And his drunken stupor, he was exactly where he was meant to be when he was supposed to be there. And ended up making enough noise that it had that man reconsider what he was about to do. And anybody out there who's listening, just know if you have those thoughts. We love you and we want you to take up space in this world, and it would be a much dimmer place without you in it for real. Take up the space, breathe our air with us. We would much rather you be here because no matter what's going on in your life, there's more people who love you than you think, and it's time for you to love yourself. This is from Hero. Hero. Hero. I never hunted, but my uncle did. Still to this day, he believes he saw Bigfoot. He probably did. He was eyeing in on this dough about midday, maybe 30 yards or so out from his stand and the dough just started legit screaming, blowing. My friend, she was blowing a giant Bigfoot or whatever, runs and scoops up the deer underneath its arm and took off. My uncle froze. And pissed his pants because he was so scared. It took him a while to compose himself before he got the fuck out of there. Oh, I mean, got the beep out of there. Holy tits. Bigfoot, the hero man scoops this deer up and runs so his uncle doesn't shoot it. And then his uncle like, okay. You can say you believe or don't believe, but when you're a man out there hunting and you've been hunting all your life and you see something like this and it scares you so bad, you piss your pants and then you still tell this story to other people, know when you're gonna tell them you piss your pants. Tell your uncle I believe him. I'm just glad he didn't Inga ding his pants, you know? Because pissing your pants, like, okay. But we won't tell people that we ind dinged ourself. Okay. We don't Inga ding our pants around here and tell it. This is from Lichen and Landin. Once I was in a small wooden boat with my dad in the middle of a swamp down in Florida. I wasn't interested in fishing or hunting, but I came with anyway, so I was looking around bored outta my mind and looked at the water over the boat's edge and I said, Hey dad, what are all of these little bubbles floating up in the water over here? He said. Oh, that must be an alligator swimming under us. An eye bleeping. Lost it. Refuse to ever go out there again. Ugh. Okay, so quick story time. Any of my friends who work for Wildlife and Fisheries, now you know who you are. I see you on the Louisiana Gay born shows. We, we like each other's Facebook pics and stuff. Friends, I'm not gonna say your names do not, do not come for me if you are listening to this, okay? We all went to school together. One of you I did illegal stuff with when we would break in to where we were, um, when we broke into, where we lifeguarded at, okay. And swam. All right. So don't, don't come for me, but in high school, on the weekends, some of us, I will not name any names. So you can't come for them either. But do not, also do not come for me. Okay. Don't, I've probably still got pictures of us swimming that night and I'll report it. No, I won't, but just don't. But a select few of us would go out in the boat, in the swamp on the weekends, in the middle of the night, and we would catch alligators. We would let them go. Okay. Alive. Alive. We would, I promise Scouts honor on that. But we would catch'em, and then we would duct tape their mouths and put'em in the boat and just see how many we could get or how big, how big we could get'em. It was fun. It was a fun time. The only time that we ever didn't just put it right back in is the time that we put one in the school water fountain, so oopsies, but somebody put it back in the swamp, it's fine. All's well that ends well. Alright. I will say one time we were out there though. And one of the people who was with us was a rather large fellow, probably like six foot five, and his weight was substantial, alright? And he had on a child's life jacket. And we're out there on the boat, it's like midnight. And here comes the game warden in a boat. What are they doing out there? Unsure. Their job obviously, probably looking for us. But anyway, they, they pull up to our boat and they're like, what are y'all doing? It was just one minute. He's like, what are you doing? We're like, oh, killing Nutra rats. And he was like, get as many as you can. Yes, sir. But that night I think it was, it, was it Corbin who kicked Ara Rat with his bootleg a football and it just went flying to the air? I think So. Don't judge us. Okay. Yeah, at least we weren't out drinking and driving and partying. You know, we were just catching alligators and kicking Nutra rats. Good times. And although I don't have any weird hunting stories, my brother Austin. So when my daddy died in October of 2024, that weekend before. Him and my dad have been out there putting corn out because in Louisiana you can put corn out. You know, I know in some states you can't, like you can food plot, but you, you can't, you know, bait, but you can food plot. So anyway, we can put corn out. They were putting corn out and that's the last pictures that we have of my dad. And, um, after dad passed, it was just like two days later, Austen went out to daddy steer stand and just sat for a while and. He ended up checking the game cam and there is this picture and if I can figure out how to upload it for y'all, I'm not very tech savvy, so if I have any tech savvy friends, let me know. But if I can upload this picture, I will. I'm gonna try to get it from Austin and upload it, and you just click the show link and it'll take you to the show website and the pictures should be there. So if you click it and it's not there, just know I didn't figure out how to do it, but it almost looks like cigarette smoke when you first look at it. And now this picture's in the middle of the night, I think. Or like in the evening. It's something. Okay. It's darkish, if not dark. It's been a long time since I've looked at it. I'll have to get Austin in it. But then if you really look at it, it. Almost looks like, I think like the edge of like a, A wing, like an angel wing. I don't remember what Austen said. He thought it looked like, but it's the only time anything like that has ever been caught on camera. It's not a bug. It's you. You just have to see the picture. But we both kind of felt like it was daddy saying, Hey, I'm good. And I'm out here with you, although he's still haunting Austen in the house. So you know, shout out, daddy. Keep haunting him. It gives me life. This is from Hotdogger 2020. I once held a hunting lease in middle Georgia. It was an abandoned hunting camp that hadn't been used in several years. I'm not superstitious at all, but this place was legitimately spooky. It was miles down an overgrown dirt road and completely surrounded by woods. It's probably the most secluded place I've ever been. I used to hunt there by myself a lot, and there was always this weird sense that I wasn't alone out there. There was a locked gate at the front of the property, but it was not uncommon for us to find the front door of the cabin open even when the door was locked. That was pretty creepy, but that's not what this story is about. First off, friend, first off, no. And that's all I'm gonna say about that. One evening I was hunting down in the small valley by a food plot we put lining a creek that boarded the property. From the minute I sat down, I had a weird feeling like. I wasn't in a safe place even though I was holding a 3 0 8 with ballistic tipped rounds. I didn't feel like I was the top predator out there. I didn't see any deer while I was sitting in the stand. But the forest was a buzz with activity. birds, squirrels, and other critters. Singing their normal evening symphony. Then all of the sudden silence, everything just stopped. It felt like everything in the woods was looking right at me. It was getting dark fast. Anyways, I was extremely creeped out, so I packed up my gear and started the walk back up to the cabin about a hundred yards away. I had this feeling that something was coming up behind me. I spun around and pointed my rifle back down the path towards the food plot, and that's when I saw it. There was something standing in the middle of the path. It wasn't a person, but it didn't look like a deer or anything I've seen before. There was hardly any light to make out the features, but it almost looked like some sort of bipedal deer or something like that. It was just standing there staring at me. I quickly made my way back to the cabin. Packed up my stuff and got out of there. I just let the lease run out. Never went back after that. I think you saw a knot dear, my friend. You know, a good old knot dear I, and that's a no for me. I would've Inga dinged in my pants. for sure, and just, just my point of view. Anytime the woods goes completely silent. I'm gonna just pack up and and leave the vicinity anyway. Yeah, you were walking back to the cabin, but I would've just went ahead and just been like, in my mind. I know I ain't coming back here. I'm gonna get there. I'm gonna pack my shit and I'm gonna go forever. Shout up to my home state. This is from Big Cup 36 55. I live in Louisiana. And out in the boondocks, it gets creepy. Last night I went outside at 11:00 PM to have a cigarette and brought my mini white schnauzer, David Bowie One Blue Eye. One green eye. Bowie loves going out at this time of night. So anyway, I'm standing there smoking, watching Bowie, and I'm reading Reddit. Creepy Encounters, same friend. All of the sudden I see a tall figure around seven feet. I'm a female, five foot 10, and it is so thin and it had no face. It was just light enough to sort of make out its features. It was very muscular, But I don't know how to describe it. Almost male amphibian, like my heart is racing. I look for bobie to run inside, and I finally spot him to my left about five foot away. I have never seen him like this frozen in place, staring at this creature. I keep saying, Bowie. Bowie, come here. He won't move. I dart over to scoop him up and make a dash for the door, and the creature is now crouching. I got us inside, slammed the door, and I stayed up all night. Okay, what is that movie with Will Smith? I'm legend. I wonder if it looked like that, like that zombie thing. I need you to draw a picture of this. Friend, I wanna know what this look like. Mm-hmm. No, but also that was probably a flesh pedestrian. Okay. Does Louisiana have flesh pedestrians? Not that I know of. Yeah, but maybe it, maybe it's their cousin, I don't know, but mm-hmm. I don't wanna see a flesh pedestrian in real life, ever. So we're just gonna keep not saying the real word and don't you dare, don't do it. Don't do this to yourself. Especially out in the woods. We don't, we don't talk about it. Mm-hmm. Matter of fact, people are commenting the name under this story and somebody comments the name of the thing people are saying in the comments and mentioning, don't speak it out loud, especially after you saw one and it saw you very dangerous. you don't have to believe the tales and stuff you read online. But my family takes these sightings very seriously. It's unspeakable around the reservation. At least try to take them somewhat seriously. It can cost you your life. Not saying this to scare you, only giving you a warning if you do happen to run into one. Again, don't look it directly in the eyes. They are supposed to shapeshift as well. So if you see some sort of messed up animal, deer, eagle dog, cat wolf, and by messed up, I mean like it just got hit by a car and got up to run away. Either way, don't look into its eyes and just try to forget about it. Anyway, good luck, man. Good old flesh pedestrian. I don't know about y'all, but this makes me reconsider hunting. Not enough to stop, but this is from sewer squirrel, four 50. I was hunting on my property in a tree stand when all of a sudden I see two sets of eyes, five feet from each other. It was pitch black when I saw them. Then instantly the pair of yellow, reddish eyes came together next to each other, side by side, crouched down at the same time like they were one being. And came 10 feet closer to me. I jumped out of the tree stand and ran back to my house. I can't find anything explaining what creature or being I saw. Does anyone have an idea or an explanation? No, I don't. How about you don't hunt out there no more though? I wouldn't. I don't know about any of you other hunters out there, but It seems like the telltale sign that something's about to happen to you is everything's gonna go quiet, you know? So if you're ever in the woods and it just goes quiet, get the hell out of there. And if you don't hunt, you're probably not gonna want to now. So if you were thinking about it, just don't save the deer for me. Have you had any weird hunting experiences? If so, you know what to do. Shoot me an email at let's get weirdish pod@gmail.com, or if you have any other weird stories, please feel free to do the same. until next time, keep it weird.