As I said at the end of part one we went back after a few weeks to make casts of her foot prints. Here In this part of East Texas the forest floor is full of thick leafs and pine needles and a lot of iron ore in places. So the ground is so hard its hard to make a good cast. But it’s not impossible. It had been raining off and on and the ground was still soft,so we found some good tracks to cast.
We poured our plaster and then heard thunder rumble off in the distance. But I brought plastic to put over the casts and we had to use it too. Luckly it was only a misty rain. The whole while we were there the big lady was all around us! We could smell her and sometimes hear her walking in the forest close by.
Talking quietly to one another we tried not to think about that night.Lord we were still having nightmares about the whole thing. I don’t mind telling anyone that Travis and I could not do any night work for close to a year, and if anyone thinks that silly all I have to say is you got to go through it to understand the danger and the fear we felt that night. I don’t wish that on any field researchers. It’s bad enought to have them stand without moving and just watch you for an hour are so.
Well we went about putting up trailcams and just staying close to everyone, and yes you can bet we were armed. But it seemed she was happy to just watch us from the trees. I realized that she was also fearful of us that night with a bad foot and us camped right by her trail.
Our plaster finally harden and we headed out of the forest, casts in hand. I was glad to reach the trucks and just go home. I tell you I had to push myself just to go back out there.
After about three weeks we went to check the trailcams and……….. well they had been torn from the trees and never heard from again. So we put up just one this time and went back home. O and yes we could smell her all around us. This was her spot and hers alone. I don’t blame her a bit because it is a wonderful place to live and there is plenty for to eat year round.
The only pic we got was a strange-looking deer which Ill add to this post. O and the tree we were using was torn out of the ground. SO we just left her alone, though we came through there many times she was always in the area and made herself known but never did she try to attack again. We got to see her only two times in the thirteen years she was there. I don’t know if she passed away or just left the area.
An oil company cut a road in there and drilled a well. That opened it up to a lot of hunters and more backpackers. I like to think she moved closer to the river. But I guess we will never know.
The Herimt