UNDER THE TRUCK

This report has some very strange twists to it. We had something happen that never happened before and it kind of took our breath away. This night started out pretty much the same as all the others, driving lonely dark roads until they end in the shadows of the trees, we would stop and listen for a long time, and get out and move around. We would use the flare looking for heat signatures and would find some, mostly deer a small wood rat and then more deer. It was very quiet and the stars were out shineing like diamonds in the night sky. I was sitting in the back of the truck and I just laid my head back and watched the sky for a while and listened. I could’ve rolled up in my sleeping bag and stayed there the whole night. It was so wonderfully peaceful, but out of nowhere came a wonderful serenade from the local coyotes also something very large crossed the fence and we could hear the wire strain under the weight. After a few minutes  Toby got up, and growled and was watching behind us in the heavy brush. After about 10 minutes. Toby laid back down and we could hear the fence. Strain again under a heavy weight whatever had come to look at us decided to go back across the fence. The creature was probably thinking we were just campers. The night became very quiet and peaceful again trees creaked out in the forest as a small wind bluw.

We waited for another hour, but still. It was quiet and so we decided that we would move on. So, off again. We went down the dirt roads and we finally after many miles ended up by the lake. It is always very eerie here. Some nights it can be very intense. This is one of the big man’s favorite spots. He comes in here because of the shallows, and eats frogs which there is an abundance of, he will dig freshwater mussels here and chased large fish all under cover of night and the 10 foot reeds that surrounds the shallows. We have to be very careful. We’ve been charged in here before and many things have happened to other people, the big man does not like humans in this area. This is his house, his kitchen. And I think he likes to dine alone.

Also there are a lot of hogs that share the shallows with the big man as well as water moccasins and copperheads. We have seen bobcats and cougars in this area also and the alligators are beginning to wake up and hunt for whatever critter comes their way.
We rolled our windows down and Tim turned the truck off, everything went quiet. Absolutely no sound but it lasted for only a few minutes when a blast of sound nearly rocked the truck. Well I knew we had just made the big man angry as I said he doesn’t like people in this area, and he’s not shy to let us know. I quickly stuck the recorder out the window and was able to get some very good sounds. We heard tree knocks and hand slaps and heavy footsteps moved on either side of us, but eventually sensing no danger. They seem to go back to the task at hand which of course was food. We listened for hours to what sounded like bipedal creatures running through the shallows throwing large logs and vocalizing. We also begin to hear what people call chatter as if they were calling back and forth to one another. And then there would be more hand slaps in a tree knocks nearby.
Just when we thought we had been forgotten about. We could hear the pinging of dirt being slung at the truck. We set quietly listening trying to locate the culprit with our flare, but there was a long large mound of dirt behind the truck and we thought that’s where he was.

When that didn’t get us to leave something large ran over that dirt mound and like a baseball player slid up behind the truck and actually went underneath! We could hear it, pulling things and bumping around underneath. It also seemed to be making a whispering sound as if perhaps it was talking to itself. I was able to record this all. I can say this had never happened before. Having one actually slip up underneath the truck was actually creepy. Then this one moved away and into the trees. I’am not sure if it was the same one, but Tim jumped and so did I we had been watching the side mirrors. Looking back behind us, when suddenly a tall dark figure ran over the mound of dirt straight towards the back of the truck and darted left. All of this happened in just a few seconds.Tim started the truck and as we pulled away we were in agreement that we had overstepped her bounds and sense it was 4 o’clock in the morning we decided to call it a night. In other words, we got the hell out of Dodge.

Until next time the hermit. Stay safe everyone.