Creepy experiences in the backcountry

[The Harbor Master]

Long story I'll make as short as possible... not paranormal but reminder that we are not always the apex predators.

Last year a buddy and I doubled up on cow elk in the bottom of a steep draw, just near the end of shooting light. One cow was shot CNS high back that was DRT, the other a high lung shot that crashed about 40yds through brush into the bottom. We noted the location of the DRT cow and waited a bit before trying to locate the high lunged cow. While we were waiting, we heard quite a bit of howling withing a few hundred yards (sounded like coyotes but there are definitely wolves in the area), and heard the lunged cow do that heavy rattling exhale.

We agreed it was time to head down and start the work. Stuck low in the draw, there was little to no moonlight and everything was done on headlamp. We went from our perch down towards the cows, and during that short walk heard an elk off to our left, within 100yds, making the weirdest cry I have heard. Not a communication type "ee-ohh" but more or a frantic, panicked cry, "eeeeeEEEE-oh-h-h-h", LOUD. For some reason, we didn't put 2 and 2 together and didn't realize it was the CNS shot cow until later.

We were having a hard time locating either elk, though we were sure we should be right on top of them, and agreed to split up. Now solo in the bottom of a dark draw with a headlamp, I started a grid about 75yds from my buddy. Suddenly I felt like someone was next to me and my blood felt like ice. No explanation how but I knew I wasn't the only animal in that immediate area. With an audible "eff this" I headed back to where my buddy was also searching. When I reached him, he had found a cow that we believed to be the CNS shot one. We worked for a few hours and packed most of her out, then agreed to get a couple hours of sleep and come back in daylight to find the lunged cow.

Returning in daylight, returned to where I had made my shot from. I was able to walk my buddy via radio to the location the cow was hit. Over the radio he says, "we've got an elk!" Relieved I start down the draw. "On my way." After about 20yds he comes over the radio, "we have a problem." I make my way to him and see the CNS shot cow, swarmed in wasps and flies, chest cavity opened at the neck, lungs heart and diaphragm gone. Half of 1 backstrap gone, one front quarter gone. Tufts of hair pulled out and strewn all over the place.

Looking around I realized I was within about 10yds of this elk the night before in the dark. Exactly where my blood ran cold. And exactly where the strange elk cry/scream came from. I have no way to know for sure, but I get the feeling I was within a few yards of a cat with an elk neck in its jaws. My non-chalant flippant mentality about being alone in a draw with the possibility of predators has changed a bit.

sorry for long story, if you made it through thanks for reading.

 

[Turkeytider]

Long story I'll make as short as possible... not paranormal but reminder that we are not always the apex predators.

Last year a buddy and I doubled up on cow elk in the bottom of a steep draw, just near the end of shooting light. One cow was shot CNS high back that was DRT, the other a high lung shot that crashed about 40yds through brush into the bottom. We noted the location of the DRT cow and waited a bit before trying to locate the high lunged cow. While we were waiting, we heard quite a bit of howling withing a few hundred yards (sounded like coyotes but there are definitely wolves in the area), and heard the lunged cow do that heavy rattling exhale.

We agreed it was time to head down and start the work. Stuck low in the draw, there was little to no moonlight and everything was done on headlamp. We went from our perch down towards the cows, and during that short walk heard an elk off to our left, within 100yds, making the weirdest cry I have heard. Not a communication type "ee-ohh" but more or a frantic, panicked cry, "eeeeeEEEE-oh-h-h-h", LOUD. For some reason, we didn't put 2 and 2 together and didn't realize it was the CNS shot cow until later.

We were having a hard time locating either elk, though we were sure we should be right on top of them, and agreed to split up. Now solo in the bottom of a dark draw with a headlamp, I started a grid about 75yds from my buddy. Suddenly I felt like someone was next to me and my blood felt like ice. No explanation how but I knew I wasn't the only animal in that immediate area. With an audible "eff this" I headed back to where my buddy was also searching. When I reached him, he had found a cow that we believed to be the CNS shot one. We worked for a few hours and packed most of her out, then agreed to get a couple hours of sleep and come back in daylight to find the lunged cow.

Returning in daylight, returned to where I had made my shot from. I was able to walk my buddy via radio to the location the cow was hit. Over the radio he says, "we've got an elk!" Relieved I start down the draw. "On my way." After about 20yds he comes over the radio, "we have a problem." I make my way to him and see the CNS shot cow, swarmed in wasps and flies, chest cavity opened at the neck, lungs heart and diaphragm gone. Half of 1 backstrap gone, one front quarter gone. Tufts of hair pulled out and strewn all over the place.

Looking around I realized I was within about 10yds of this elk the night before in the dark. Exactly where my blood ran cold. And exactly where the strange elk cry/scream came from. I have no way to know for sure, but I get the feeling I was within a few yards of a cat with an elk neck in its jaws. My non-chalant flippant mentality about being alone in a draw with the possibility of predators has changed a bit.

sorry for long story, if you made it through thanks for reading.

As I might have posted earlier in this thread ( memory not what it once was ! ), I’ll bet at least 85% of the creepy/ scary incidents reported in this thread occurred in elk/moose/big bear country! Enough to either deter me ( I’m 77, so if you call me a wuss….I don’t really care, LOL ! ) from heading out into those territories OR , if I did, I’d be more heavily armed than an infantry platoon! And some head out there with only a bow and some arrows….or nothing at all but a couple of hiking poles and a camera. Those folks, IMHO, are also known as a hot lunch!

 

[Osceola]

I've posted this here before, but we ran into this super strange little...structure? Gave me the creeps the first time we found it last year.

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Not a bad looking shelter

 

[Osceola]

I remember the first time I hunted in grizzly country. In the middle of the night I went outside to relieve myself and it suddenly occured to me, I’m a walking snack. That was one of the fastest wiz I ever took.

 

[javihitter]

Back in the 80s I finished my Arizona hunter education class and my Dad took me for my first archery deer hunt outside of Flagstaff AZ. We drove up with my Dad's buddy and his son who was 2 years older than I was.

The area we hunted was more of an elk area than a deer area and we saw very few deer over the course of a weeklong hunt. We hiked several miles every day but we weren't very wind conscious and never got close enough to any deer for a good shot and we only saw a couple bucks inside of 60 yards.

The last day of the hunt we all piled into my Dads Jeep Wagoneer for our final evening hunt. As a 10 year old I was tired and my feet hurt from wearing hand me down boots all week. I told my Dad and he told me I could sit in the Jeep while the other three hunted on foot from like 3pm until dusk that afternoon. Dad parked the Jeep off a road in a big meadow surrounded by tall pines. him and the other two guys went for good hunt walk.

I layed in the back seat of the wagoneer as long as I could and it got boring really fast. I couldn't wait for the guys to get back but my Dad told me to stay as quiet as I could so I hung out in the Jeep as I was told. About 2 hours in I heard sticks breaking. Hooray, my Dad and the other guys must be back. I sat up and looked out the window and saw nothing so I layed back down.

About five minutes later I heard more sticks breaking and they sounded close. I figured the guys were playing games with me and decided to get out and look for them as the boredom was excruciating.

I grabbed my bow and surveyed the area and didn't see anything.. I could hear sticks breaking back in the tall trees and it was getting close to dark so I followed the sound across the meadow into the trees toward the breaking sticks.

I went into the trees about 10 yards and stumbled on two mature bulls fighting and pushing each other around with their antlers. They were big as horses, less than 20 yards away and surprised and scared the crap out of me. I ran back to the Jeep and locked myself inside. The most perilous thing was me running back to the truck with a knocked broadhead on my string, thank God I didn't trip.

About 15 minutes later I heard more noise outside the Jeep and it was my Dad and the other guys coming back. It was cold and my dad was pissed I took so long to unlock the doors to let them in. I told them about the elk I saw and they could hardly believe it. My Dad said that experience would probably hook me on elk hunting for a long time. That was my first elk experience and 40 years later I still get giddy about elk. My Dad was right.

 

[mi650]

Deer hunting on my grandparents farm one morning, about an hour before sunrise. I was sitting under an oak tree mostly surrounded by a burlap blind. There was a puddle of water 30-40' across too my left. I started to hear something walking thru the water, but between the blind and the darkness I couldn't see anything. As it got closer, I had my shotgun shouldered.

Eventually it got to where I could see what it was, a great big coon!! It got downwind of me and very quietly left.

 

[Rubachub]

Y’all have some great stories. I’ve only hunted out west a few times. I didn’t realize there are some scary predators that will hunt the hunter. Stay safe!


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[Turkeytider]

Deer hunting on my grandparents farm one morning, about an hour before sunrise. I was sitting under an oak tree mostly surrounded by a burlap blind. There was a puddle of water 30-40' across too my left. I started to hear something walking thru the water, but between the blind and the darkness I couldn't see anything. As it got closer, I had my shotgun shouldered.

Eventually it got to where I could see what it was, a great big coon!! It got downwind of me and very quietly left.

Things that make noise in the dark immediately take us back to the time when we hadn’t been walking upright that long !

 

[ScreamingPotato]

So way back on quite literally my first Western trip ever the wife and I got to Colorado after dark and were looking for a campsite. I'm driving around and looking at Google maps and we drive through a big open area with tons of deer. Wife had never seen a mule deer before so she's in full blown tourist mode, deer everywhere, she's trying to take pictures in the headlights and all. I pull over at a potential camping spot but didn't like it so I'm studying maps and she's shining a flashlight around. She sees eyes way across an opening there behind a tree, eyes were high then low kinda going up and down. She's trying to ask about if I think it's a buck because it's hiding behind the tree and the head movements were so rapid. I'm frustrated and tired and trying to figure out this Western camping thing and studying the maps so kinda blew her off. She says she wants to go look at it closer to see if it's a buck and I say no just leave it alone, she gets kinda bummed and I realize I'm probably just being cranky so I crawfish and say if you want to check it out it's cool but I'm gonna stay here and figure out where we're gonna setup. She heads across this field walking and it's a good bit further than either of us realized. I'm done with the maps and identified a spot I wanted to look at and she's still slowly walking across this field. Now I'm annoyed so I get out of the truck, was gonna holler at her to come back but she's way out there so I just watch. At this point I see the color of the eyes and the behavior as she's walking up to it and I went ahead and yelled but she couldn't hear me. Quickly I grab a handgun and take off walking towards her at a fast pace. I get maybe 50 yards from the truck and I see her almost fall over quickly walking backwards and clearly attempting, unsuccessfully, to hold the light steady on the tree. She's walking backwards about 50 yards or so then turns and runs straight at me. Sure enough she can barely talk, all I could hear was "it was a cat it was a cat it's a cat a cat it's a cat!" She had the eyes blinded by her flashlight and managed to walk up to within 15 or so yards of this thing before it jumped out into the open to figure out what this crazy woman was doing walking up to it in the dark. We got back to the truck and I said next time I suggest to leave something alone you should probably not be so disappointed, she agreed lol.

 

[Blowdowner]

I was camping 10 miles into back country, with 6 guys on a fishing trip, and we had a stranger show up out of no where. It was about 10 pm pouring down rain. We had a fire going and this guy showed up out of the darkness with no head lamp, wearing all black and soaking wet. He didn’t say anything to us and started setting up his tent within 10’ of our fire, and between two of our tents. After he crawled in, with in 20 min he started screaming at us to be quiet, this caused me to keep the firearm ready. He finally got out of his tent and carried it about 30yds away, and got back in. By the time we woke up the next morning there was no sign of him being there. We all questioned if he really came into camp, and if what happened was even real. The mannerisms and the interaction was very odd.

Was this guy proficient outdoors? Is there any chance he fell asleep and was having a flashback? Did he express any gratitude?

 

[xebadir]

Having read so much of this thread and enjoyed it, I feel I must keep it rolling on with one.

The Hunted:
I've hunted mid-western whitetails for several years, and had no shortage of encounters with coyotes, from taking shots at them with the bow, to being followed just out of the lamplight when dragging a deer. The howls now chill my spine every time, but it was not these experiences that make me feel that way, but an incident a few years ago in Wyoming.

The previous year I'd been lucky enough to hunt elk in Montana and Wyoming, done it tough, but learned a lot, including finding a nice couple of honey holes. I'd driven in a long way from other access points and been camping deep in a National Forest. Found a nice spot to camp vacant, and set up a wall tent. The mission for the trip was to learn more about elk behavior and hunt a cow elk with a bow in September. I was a few years away from drawing a WY general elk, and so wanted to familiarize myself with the area. I'd had some initial success but kept finding bugling bulls rather than cows, and all in places that you really wouldn't want to try and retrieve an elk from - dead fall, thickets and steep timbered slopes that worked every tendon and fiber of my muscles. After several days, I'd covered alot of miles, but it wasn't until I got late into the trip that I finally encountered a cow elk and twigged to what was going on - there was a group feeding and watering in a nearby meadow to my camp, but disappearing into a canyon as soon as they heard ATVs from other hunters echoing each morning before light.

So I worked through the edges of this meadow looking for sign and found a promising area of deadfall that seemed to have heavy sign of elk passage. As I examined it more closely, there was a good indication that the elk were walking past it in what I assumed to be the first few minutes of light. It was about a mile from camp, so I rose early, to set myself in ambush. It was about 2.5 hours before light. I got in quietly just in case I'd mis-judged the timing, and sat in the frosty morning air awaiting the sunrise. Something howled at a distance, echoing off the canyon walls, and I thought little of it other than how cool the echo sounded. But then it was joined by another, another and more until it seemed to be a constant rolling echo. Then they started to yip, and this being an area with wolves, and not having heard behavior like this I wasn't sure what exactly I was dealing with. The howling and yipping was coming closer, and fast, these things were on the chase of something...and I could hear them cresting each ridge and funneling through each draw as they grew closer and closer.

At this point, I was getting uncomfortable. I'm a big guy, but I only had a bow and my 357 on me, loaded with 180 gr buffalo bores for the guys in the big brown suits, and I wondered would 6 shots being enough given how many of whatever these hunting animals were that were coming close. Then the pursuit seemed to stop, really close, and the howls lit up above my ambush point, chilling me to the core, the same feeling I now get back east.

I balked - a hunting pack, baying for blood that was now close to me, a solo hunter who really wasn't prepared for this situation. I drew my revolver and turned on my headlamp to see at least 40 sets of eyes all along the ridgetop above me, looking down and focused on me - effectively triangulating my position. Trying my best to avoid panicking, I kept my head up and the light on the ridgetop illuminating their eyes and picked my stuff up, and backed down the hill...watching as they would take a few steps, then pause and seemed reluctant to follow, unsure of what I was. As I backed through a small draw and up to another little ridge, it seemed like I crossed an invisible line. As one, they turned parallel to the ridgetop, and began to howl and yip and resume the chase of whatever it was they were pursuing.

Backing off the ridge I ran like I've never run before. I was fit enough from a lot of preparation and perhaps 40 miles at altitude over the past week that I was hurdling dead fall left and right in the pre-dawn light. My headlamp sputtered and failed perhaps a quarter mile away from the site of the encounter. I made it back to camp at a pace that seemed unearthly fast. Arriving at my camp the come down hit, and I jumped into the car and spent the next hour trying to regain my breath I fell to pieces. As light came, I promptly packed up camp and got the hell out of there...feeling incredibly lucky to have not ended up the hunted.

Nowadays I bring a high capacity semi-automatic with me at all times when hunting, or if hunting with another in bear country have one armed with the revolver and backed up with spray for bears, and the other with a higher capacity semi-auto just in case I'm troubled again by the wolves/coyotes. Maybe not the scariest story, but still spooks me writing it.

 

[Yooper]

Having read so much of this thread and enjoyed it, I feel I must keep it rolling on with one.

The Hunted:
I've hunted mid-western whitetails for several years, and had no shortage of encounters with coyotes, from taking shots at them with the bow, to being followed just out of the lamplight when dragging a deer. The howls now chill my spine every time, but it was not these experiences that make me feel that way, but an incident a few years ago in Wyoming.

The previous year I'd been lucky enough to hunt elk in Montana and Wyoming, done it tough, but learned a lot, including finding a nice couple of honey holes. I'd driven in a long way from other access points and been camping deep in a National Forest. Found a nice spot to camp vacant, and set up a wall tent. The mission for the trip was to learn more about elk behavior and hunt a cow elk with a bow in September. I was a few years away from drawing a WY general elk, and so wanted to familiarize myself with the area. I'd had some initial success but kept finding bugling bulls rather than cows, and all in places that you really wouldn't want to try and retrieve an elk from - dead fall, thickets and steep timbered slopes that worked every tendon and fiber of my muscles. After several days, I'd covered alot of miles, but it wasn't until I got late into the trip that I finally encountered a cow elk and twigged to what was going on - there was a group feeding and watering in a nearby meadow to my camp, but disappearing into a canyon as soon as they heard ATVs from other hunters echoing each morning before light.

So I worked through the edges of this meadow looking for sign and found a promising area of deadfall that seemed to have heavy sign of elk passage. As I examined it more closely, there was a good indication that the elk were walking past it in what I assumed to be the first few minutes of light. It was about a mile from camp, so I rose early, to set myself in ambush. It was about 2.5 hours before light. I got in quietly just in case I'd mis-judged the timing, and sat in the frosty morning air awaiting the sunrise. Something howled at a distance, echoing off the canyon walls, and I thought little of it other than how cool the echo sounded. But then it was joined by another, another and more until it seemed to be a constant rolling echo. Then they started to yip, and this being an area with wolves, and not having heard behavior like this I wasn't sure what exactly I was dealing with. The howling and yipping was coming closer, and fast, these things were on the chase of something...and I could hear them cresting each ridge and funneling through each draw as they grew closer and closer.

At this point, I was getting uncomfortable. I'm a big guy, but I only had a bow and my 357 on me, loaded with 180 gr buffalo bores for the guys in the big brown suits, and I wondered would 6 shots being enough given how many of whatever these hunting animals were that were coming close. Then the pursuit seemed to stop, really close, and the howls lit up above my ambush point, chilling me to the core, the same feeling I now get back east.

I balked - a hunting pack, baying for blood that was now close to me, a solo hunter who really wasn't prepared for this situation. I drew my revolver and turned on my headlamp to see at least 40 sets of eyes all along the ridgetop above me, looking down and focused on me - effectively triangulating my position. Trying my best to avoid panicking, I kept my head up and the light on the ridgetop illuminating their eyes and picked my stuff up, and backed down the hill...watching as they would take a few steps, then pause and seemed reluctant to follow, unsure of what I was. As I backed through a small draw and up to another little ridge, it seemed like I crossed an invisible line. As one, they turned parallel to the ridgetop, and began to howl and yip and resume the chase of whatever it was they were pursuing.

Backing off the ridge I ran like I've never run before. I was fit enough from a lot of preparation and perhaps 40 miles at altitude over the past week that I was hurdling dead fall left and right in the pre-dawn light. My headlamp sputtered and failed perhaps a quarter mile away from the site of the encounter. I made it back to camp at a pace that seemed unearthly fast. Arriving at my camp the come down hit, and I jumped into the car and spent the next hour trying to regain my breath I fell to pieces. As light came, I promptly packed up camp and got the hell out of there...feeling incredibly lucky to have not ended up the hunted.

Nowadays I bring a high capacity semi-automatic with me at all times when hunting, or if hunting with another in bear country have one armed with the revolver and backed up with spray for bears, and the other with a higher capacity semi-auto just in case I'm troubled again by the wolves/coyotes. Maybe not the scariest story, but still spooks me writing it.

Wait, so were they wolves or coyotes? Cool story regardless, and I've had more than a few encounters similar, although never to the point of fleeing the scene. The howl of a wolf up close and personal is something to experience at least once in a lifetime!

 

[QuickTrigger7]

Curious to see if anyone’s ever seen any UFO’s as the sighting have been getting more talked about.

 

[ZValentine]

Curious to see if anyone’s ever seen any UFO’s as the sighting have been getting more talked about.

I've seen a lot of lights that I couldn't explain away as planes or satellites, but I mostly chalk that up to my ignorance on what I am looking at, so to me they were UFO but someone that knows they were probably mundane.

 

[gerry35]

Having read so much of this thread and enjoyed it, I feel I must keep it rolling on with one.

The Hunted:
I've hunted mid-western whitetails for several years, and had no shortage of encounters with coyotes, from taking shots at them with the bow, to being followed just out of the lamplight when dragging a deer. The howls now chill my spine every time, but it was not these experiences that make me feel that way, but an incident a few years ago in Wyoming.

The previous year I'd been lucky enough to hunt elk in Montana and Wyoming, done it tough, but learned a lot, including finding a nice couple of honey holes. I'd driven in a long way from other access points and been camping deep in a National Forest. Found a nice spot to camp vacant, and set up a wall tent. The mission for the trip was to learn more about elk behavior and hunt a cow elk with a bow in September. I was a few years away from drawing a WY general elk, and so wanted to familiarize myself with the area. I'd had some initial success but kept finding bugling bulls rather than cows, and all in places that you really wouldn't want to try and retrieve an elk from - dead fall, thickets and steep timbered slopes that worked every tendon and fiber of my muscles. After several days, I'd covered alot of miles, but it wasn't until I got late into the trip that I finally encountered a cow elk and twigged to what was going on - there was a group feeding and watering in a nearby meadow to my camp, but disappearing into a canyon as soon as they heard ATVs from other hunters echoing each morning before light.

So I worked through the edges of this meadow looking for sign and found a promising area of deadfall that seemed to have heavy sign of elk passage. As I examined it more closely, there was a good indication that the elk were walking past it in what I assumed to be the first few minutes of light. It was about a mile from camp, so I rose early, to set myself in ambush. It was about 2.5 hours before light. I got in quietly just in case I'd mis-judged the timing, and sat in the frosty morning air awaiting the sunrise. Something howled at a distance, echoing off the canyon walls, and I thought little of it other than how cool the echo sounded. But then it was joined by another, another and more until it seemed to be a constant rolling echo. Then they started to yip, and this being an area with wolves, and not having heard behavior like this I wasn't sure what exactly I was dealing with. The howling and yipping was coming closer, and fast, these things were on the chase of something...and I could hear them cresting each ridge and funneling through each draw as they grew closer and closer.

At this point, I was getting uncomfortable. I'm a big guy, but I only had a bow and my 357 on me, loaded with 180 gr buffalo bores for the guys in the big brown suits, and I wondered would 6 shots being enough given how many of whatever these hunting animals were that were coming close. Then the pursuit seemed to stop, really close, and the howls lit up above my ambush point, chilling me to the core, the same feeling I now get back east.

I balked - a hunting pack, baying for blood that was now close to me, a solo hunter who really wasn't prepared for this situation. I drew my revolver and turned on my headlamp to see at least 40 sets of eyes all along the ridgetop above me, looking down and focused on me - effectively triangulating my position. Trying my best to avoid panicking, I kept my head up and the light on the ridgetop illuminating their eyes and picked my stuff up, and backed down the hill...watching as they would take a few steps, then pause and seemed reluctant to follow, unsure of what I was. As I backed through a small draw and up to another little ridge, it seemed like I crossed an invisible line. As one, they turned parallel to the ridgetop, and began to howl and yip and resume the chase of whatever it was they were pursuing.

Backing off the ridge I ran like I've never run before. I was fit enough from a lot of preparation and perhaps 40 miles at altitude over the past week that I was hurdling dead fall left and right in the pre-dawn light. My headlamp sputtered and failed perhaps a quarter mile away from the site of the encounter. I made it back to camp at a pace that seemed unearthly fast. Arriving at my camp the come down hit, and I jumped into the car and spent the next hour trying to regain my breath I fell to pieces. As light came, I promptly packed up camp and got the hell out of there...feeling incredibly lucky to have not ended up the hunted.

Nowadays I bring a high capacity semi-automatic with me at all times when hunting, or if hunting with another in bear country have one armed with the revolver and backed up with spray for bears, and the other with a higher capacity semi-auto just in case I'm troubled again by the wolves/coyotes. Maybe not the scariest story, but still spooks me writing it.

40 plus sets of eyes staring at you would definitely be unnerving. Even one coyote would be a formidable foe if he was determined to get at you.

 

[RockAndSage]

Curious to see if anyone’s ever seen any UFO’s as the sighting have been getting more talked about.

Dig into the whole thread, there's at least one if not several things here that fit that description.

 

[ScreamingPotato]

Curious to see if anyone’s ever seen any UFO’s as the sighting have been getting more talked about.

Yep. When I was a kid out hog hunting late at night in South Texas we saw what looked like 3 satellites come from different directions int he sky and meet in the middle and all turn North. The next day the news station had a blip about a bunch of UFO sightings in Oklahoma.

 

[QuickTrigger7]

Yep. When I was a kid out hog hunting late at night in South Texas we saw what looked like 3 satellites come from different directions int he sky and meet in the middle and all turn North. The next day the news station had a blip about a bunch of UFO sightings in Oklahoma.

Shawn Ryan just dropped a very interesting podcast on ufo sightings

 

[xebadir]

Wait, so were they wolves or coyotes? Cool story regardless, and I've had more than a few encounters similar, although never to the point of fleeing the scene. The howl of a wolf up close and personal is something to experience at least once in a lifetime!

I didn't know at the time, but based on investigating afterwards and on the sounds they made (and having seen a few wolves since), they were coyotes - but given they were in hunt mode, I was thinking I'm an easier target than an elk...