What I heard was two different somethings...it sounded as if they were communicating back and forth with some type of garble...I haven't heard anything like that or since...it wasn't like a full blown conversation as they made their way down the creek...one would say something and it sounded as if, by tone, one would answer back...it would then be silent for a few moments other then brush moving and breaking then another garble...I have since listened to North American Indian dialect and what I heard is nothing like it...I didn't see anything at all at that time but after this thing(s) caught the coon urine scent they began back peddling and clicking...just moments after they began clicking something(s) came from the west side clicking...
Before it became dark I could hear what I assume are these creatures locating back and forth...as these things entered the bottoms at the creek the whistling quit...a few minutes later it got extremely quiet...it was dark and I mean pitch black in the bottoms is when I heard this...I was sitting just left of where the lane crosses the creek at the camera box...when I first heard these things I would put them at about where you found the deer skull for a reference point...back then the lane was there but we hadn't cut it in several years so it had grown over with smaller trees and brush...the clicking back to my west came from where I use to feed...now you know why I always had a food plot there...
That was exciting but became even more exciting with my walk back to my truck about a quarter of a mile away....the dim road leading in had blow downs so I either had to climb over or go under...over wasn't to bad but crawling under made my heart pump a bit harder...I figured if I was a Monster and wanted to get something crawling under would be a much easier target...as I neared my truck, I could see the windshield reflect the moon light, something large and bipedal ran from behind it headed up the road where I had to go...there wasn't any place to turn around so I had to back out of the narrow lane just thinking to myself something was going to knock my head off before I get to the field...
After reaching the field, which I considered home base, I stepped out of the truck and was greeted with a roar that I thought came from a lion...the surrounding woods and thickets came alive with all sorts of hoots and screams and ending as abruptly as it began...in a matter of minutes the tree frogs and crickets began chirping...I must have sat in the field for an hour trying to discern what I just experienced...back then I was wet behind the ears when it came to these Monsters...
Posted on Dec 16, 2009, 12:54 PM from IP address 67.33.106.145
