Several years back while bow hunting on my uncles property as always the day passed by way to soon. I realized rather quickly as I began climbing down from my treestand that I had forgotten my flashlight and would have to make the walk back in the darkness even having to cross a creek in the process. So I slid my arms thru the straps on my treestand and picked up my bow and headed back toward my vehicle which was parked about 3/4 of a mile away. By the time I stepped foot on the old wagon road that runs thru the property it was pitched black, but no problems I had been over every inch of this property since I was very small with my Dad and Uncle. As I walked down the old road there is a spot where the road curves downward between 2 ridges and as you desend the temperature drops just a little bit causing you to involuntarily shiver with the change in the temperature. As I felt the change, thoughts from my childhood flooded in and I once again felt that as I passed thru this spot someone or something was watching me. It was then I heard this chilling cry that turned my knees to jello. The hair on back of my neck stood up as it sounded as if it was on top of me. I think I even screamed. My treestand slid of my back , I lost my footing and down I went to the ground praying this hobgoblin wouldnt tear me apart and hoping at least there would be enough left of me to bury for my parents sake. Every time that I walk pass that spot I shake my head and laugh and curse and hope that old Owl has found another nesting spot.
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 14:17:31 +0000