Hunting a Wendigo?

[MichaelMyers]

Originally Posted by Dead Bad Things

This'll probally go over like a lead balloon too...but what about scat? Ever see a spraint ? Lotta hair and bones in it....
But here's where I begin ta disconnect.....Does a metaphysical creature, which preys upon physical creatures even leave scat?

Yeah. I didn't see any dung, but I did "obtain" some other fluids. More on that soon.

[MichaelMyers]

(Day 2, 2/14 continued)

Now in theory, I should have been glad to be standing in the cave with the chance to take down whatever lied within. But I am ashamed to admit that every ounce of my body told me to GTFO of there. Besides, I didn’t want to fight whatever beast lived there on its home turf. I slowly inched back, shouldering my rifle and pointing it to the cave. Each step felt like it was 1000X louder than normal. As I got back into the daylight I bolted back the way I came. It was late afternoon and snow had begun falling. I felt weak and had to use my compass to get back to camp. It took awhile. I decided it was probably best to pack up and go home, perhaps come back when conditions improved. At this point felt tired, ill-prepared, and in over my head.

As I came up on my camp, and noticed something seemed off. The place didn’t look like it did when I left it. I felt extremely uneasy now. When I got closer, this feeling got worse. I realized my campsite had been gone through. Tent had been slashed, food scattered every which way, and my spare bags dumped out. The charred wood from my fire was strewn everywhere. I assessed the damage and then realized something: nothing was actually missing. This was a case of clear-cut vandalism, like someone (something?) was sending me a message....or a warning.

Something else I noticed. It was quiet, even for a snowfall. No birds, no noise, nothing. Total and complete silence. I should have known then that this land belonged to someone else, and that the tables had been turned on my little “hunting trip.”

Quickly losing daylight, I decided to patch up my tent, rebuild the fire, and crawl into my sleeping bag with some extra foil and coverlets. I drained the remainder of my flask to keep me warm and settle myself down. I intended to leave at first light. Nothing could change my mind about that now.

But it was a mistake NOT to leave that night, in fact that very instant, even in bad conditions and in the dark. It was a huge error to try to stick it out one more night. The weather was the least of my problems. I will describe my encounter tomorrow….

[The Bloofer Lady]

I tell you what....you're friggin' Wendigo Dundee!!!

[Dead Bad Things]

Wendigo DundeeGood one Bloof!

[Raegan]

Originally Posted by The Bloofer Lady

I tell you what....you're friggin' Wendigo Dundee!!!

agreed!!!

[MichaelMyers]

Day 2 continued/Day 3

Well I've been putting off writing this part all day. It's just a wrenching and unpleasant experience to recount, even in (relative) safety.

About 7:30 pm, before turning in for the night--- last night of this stupid, ill-conceived trip, I told myself---I decided to do a quick survey of the campsite. Not sure what motivated me to do so. Like I said, snow was falling now and I had no reason to pace the perimeter of my resting place instead of settling down for the night, especially given the events of the past 48 hours. But pace I did.

As I scanned the area that led in the (rough) direction of the cave, I saw something move in the darkness. It was barely visible as it was reflected by my firelight and just behind a rocky escarpment. It was hidden by some rocks, whatever it was. It disappeared and I continued staring in its direction for a solid 10-15 minutes, figuring I might see it in the distance again if I waited.

Then, it stood up.

From now until the day I die, I will never forget the total terror I felt while looking at this creature. It was like evil and death itself had been incarnated, and every fiber of my body was screaming to me that it could not be real. A large, bipedal brute stood just beyond the lighted threshold of my fire. It just stood, looking at me. How to describe it? The stench was overwhelming. A massive, stag-like head. Well over 7". But the scariest part was the eyes: big, vacant, dark. No gleam or reflection to them. Lifeless.

[To give you a sense of this creature, I’ve attached two images. Take the body/mass of the grizzly and (the best I could find) the head of the buck. Yeah.)

Luckily my survival instincts kicked in. I was carrying my rifle with me as I canvassed the site. I took off the safety, and delivered an 8mm to its head from basically 5 yds. distance. A deafening shriek followed, absolutely terrible to listen to. It went straight to your bones. The beast shook for a moment, but didn’t fall, so I delivered another round at the chest, and it screeched again and began running---much, much faster than you’d think it’s size could carry it.

I bolted too, and the next few hours are a blur. I ran down into a wash, looking ridiculous because I tried to keep my gun trained behind me the best I could as I ran (in the dark, in the snow…not fun...Wendigo Dundee I am not!). I found a small crevice in an embankment that hid me, where I spent the next several hours. I heard grunts and screeches in the distance: they sounded close, but could have been further away. Who knows. I sure as hell wasn’t going to check. I spent the whole night hiding in the corner of a small hillock, my gun pointed at the dark, adrenaline pumping through my veins. The most terrifying and exhausting night of my life.

Dawn eventually broke, and the my last discovery should just about wrap this one up…

[The Bloofer Lady]

I have been thinking it was a sasquatch for a bit now, but not with a head like that!

[Angra]

Originally Posted by The Bloofer Lady

I have been thinking it was a sasquatch for a bit now, but not with a head like that!

I believe it's a Bignose.

[anglewitch]

Told ya that they were undead.

[The Bloofer Lady]

Originally Posted by Angra

I believe it's a Bignose.

Uhmmmmm, I don't know know, A, well...maybe!