Encounter at Iron Bridge
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THE CREATURE WATCHES
It stood about four-feet tall, was solid black and looked remarkably like a small person in a monkey suit. Its eyes did not produce any eyeshine in the headlights, and it didn't move, but I could tell it was looking right at us. I took five steps forward, pumped a round into the chamber, which definitely got my friend's attention, and ordered them to hurry up, in not the nicest words.
Joe, who was working the winch controls had seen it in the headlights and yelled, "Holy ____! What the ____ is that? Is it a bear?"
The creature then squatted down low to the ground and began to rock side to side. This frightened me, as this is the first time I had seen it move and I interpreted that rocking motion as it letting us know that it knows that we see it. It wanted us to move again. I've noticed this before while hunting. Deer will often stop what they are doing, look at you and bob their heads up and down and stomp their feet in an attempt to get you to move again so they can get a better look at you.
Meanwhile, Adam turned around to look at us and saw me with the shotgun up to my shoulder and a very terrified look on my face. He then glanced ahead of us and screamed murder at sight of this thing hunched down low to the ground. I told him to pull the winch cable into the cab with us because it was going to take too long for the motor to wind up fifty feet of steel cable. I told him to get into the driver's seat and that I would ride shotgun.
Joe scrambled into the back of the Rhino and I sat shotgun with the door open and my seatbelt loose so I could lean out to the side to get the barrel past the windshield. I instructed him to drive slowly, as this creature was still squatting in the middle of the trail that we were on.
GUNFIRE
It seemed that when the creature noticed the Rhino rolling forward, it stood up to its full height, but still didn't move out of our way. When we were about thirty yards away, I instructed Adam to stop and rev the engine in an attempt to get it out of the way. The animal was not intimidated by us, our vehicle or our loud "growl" from the engine. I fired a shot and it let out the most blood-curdling scream and dropped down into a hunched position. This scream started at a loud, deep growl and ended in a quiet clicking, "whiney" noise.
At thirty-yards, I knew that the small "00" buckshot pellets weren't going to do much damage, but I hoped it would at least move the creature off the trail. It didn't, so I racked the shotgun and fired another round at it. This time it screamed again and crashed through the tree-line off to our right. I've hunted bear before, and bear do not scream like this creature did.
"Drive!" I yelled. We got back to the cabin in record time, just in time for a massive downpour. I stood out by the Rhino with the shotgun while Joe and Adam rushed all of the essentials back into the cabin. We all slept in the main room that night, and none of us slept well.
AFTERMATH
The next morning, we drove to where we had seen and shot at the creature. I had brought my camera in case there were any prints. It had rained too hard the previous night, and everything had washed away. I couldn't even find my spent shotgun shells as the water had swept everything away. Needless to say, we were very disappointed not to collect any evidence of this being's existence.
We stayed the rest of the week and didn't encounter anything else. We didn't go back to the lake, and no one ventured out alone. We even went out as a group when one person had to use the restroom during the night. The shotgun never left our side, and we were constantly on edge. I often found Adam standing outside the cabin, scouring the horizon with my high-powered binoculars, looking for anything large and black moving through the woods or the marshland.
After speaking with a few locals at the gas station, they said that they had never noticed any creature that looked like our description of the creature; however, there had been Bigfoot sightings in towns to the north. Most people said that I had most likely saw a bear and were quite upset that I had shot at it.
What I had seen definitely wasn't a bear. Bears do rise up onto their hind legs from time to time, but they do not run on their hind legs or go down into a squatting position. I plan on going up with my same friends this August to do some fishing and sightseeing. We plan on bringing more weaponry and cameras with us this time, though.
Read Part 2: "Return to Iron Bridge"
THE CREATURE WATCHES
It stood about four-feet tall, was solid black and looked remarkably like a small person in a monkey suit. Its eyes did not produce any eyeshine in the headlights, and it didn't move, but I could tell it was looking right at us. I took five steps forward, pumped a round into the chamber, which definitely got my friend's attention, and ordered them to hurry up, in not the nicest words.
Joe, who was working the winch controls had seen it in the headlights and yelled, "Holy ____! What the ____ is that? Is it a bear?"
The creature then squatted down low to the ground and began to rock side to side. This frightened me, as this is the first time I had seen it move and I interpreted that rocking motion as it letting us know that it knows that we see it. It wanted us to move again. I've noticed this before while hunting. Deer will often stop what they are doing, look at you and bob their heads up and down and stomp their feet in an attempt to get you to move again so they can get a better look at you.
Meanwhile, Adam turned around to look at us and saw me with the shotgun up to my shoulder and a very terrified look on my face. He then glanced ahead of us and screamed murder at sight of this thing hunched down low to the ground. I told him to pull the winch cable into the cab with us because it was going to take too long for the motor to wind up fifty feet of steel cable. I told him to get into the driver's seat and that I would ride shotgun.
Joe scrambled into the back of the Rhino and I sat shotgun with the door open and my seatbelt loose so I could lean out to the side to get the barrel past the windshield. I instructed him to drive slowly, as this creature was still squatting in the middle of the trail that we were on.
GUNFIRE
It seemed that when the creature noticed the Rhino rolling forward, it stood up to its full height, but still didn't move out of our way. When we were about thirty yards away, I instructed Adam to stop and rev the engine in an attempt to get it out of the way. The animal was not intimidated by us, our vehicle or our loud "growl" from the engine. I fired a shot and it let out the most blood-curdling scream and dropped down into a hunched position. This scream started at a loud, deep growl and ended in a quiet clicking, "whiney" noise.
At thirty-yards, I knew that the small "00" buckshot pellets weren't going to do much damage, but I hoped it would at least move the creature off the trail. It didn't, so I racked the shotgun and fired another round at it. This time it screamed again and crashed through the tree-line off to our right. I've hunted bear before, and bear do not scream like this creature did.
"Drive!" I yelled. We got back to the cabin in record time, just in time for a massive downpour. I stood out by the Rhino with the shotgun while Joe and Adam rushed all of the essentials back into the cabin. We all slept in the main room that night, and none of us slept well.
AFTERMATH
The next morning, we drove to where we had seen and shot at the creature. I had brought my camera in case there were any prints. It had rained too hard the previous night, and everything had washed away. I couldn't even find my spent shotgun shells as the water had swept everything away. Needless to say, we were very disappointed not to collect any evidence of this being's existence.
We stayed the rest of the week and didn't encounter anything else. We didn't go back to the lake, and no one ventured out alone. We even went out as a group when one person had to use the restroom during the night. The shotgun never left our side, and we were constantly on edge. I often found Adam standing outside the cabin, scouring the horizon with my high-powered binoculars, looking for anything large and black moving through the woods or the marshland.
After speaking with a few locals at the gas station, they said that they had never noticed any creature that looked like our description of the creature; however, there had been Bigfoot sightings in towns to the north. Most people said that I had most likely saw a bear and were quite upset that I had shot at it.
What I had seen definitely wasn't a bear. Bears do rise up onto their hind legs from time to time, but they do not run on their hind legs or go down into a squatting position. I plan on going up with my same friends this August to do some fishing and sightseeing. We plan on bringing more weaponry and cameras with us this time, though.
Read Part 2: "Return to Iron Bridge"
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