I came across your youtube channel while looking around the internet on the Dogman topic and I just wanted to share my story with you.

Back in the summer of 1995 I was 15 years old and I spent a lot of my time out at my grandparents house in a very backwoods, rural area a little southeast of Little Rock. They lived down a series of networked dirt roads in the same house they had been in since my mom was a child. The closest town was roughly 10 miles as the crow flies and the nearest neighbor was around 2 miles up the road.

Now I grew up in the woods and my entire childhood was spent playing in them and hunting in them with my grandpa. By 15 I was pretty well versed in the native wildlife. But this one evening in the summer of 1995, I saw something that would make me question everything I ever knew, and make me never want to return to the woods again.

When I stayed with my grandparents, my grandfather had a very strict policy of being inside the house by nightfall. One evening, my cousin and I had strayed out a little too far and darkness began to set in on our way back. It was one of those evenings where the sky was red and orange, streaked with a few clouds as the sun set and night began to fall.

It wasn’t quite dark and wasn’t quite light. It was that kind of in between where the sun isn’t all the way down, and the sun was low on the horizon casting eerie shadows across the landscape and everything takes on a bit more of a sinister tone than it does in the full daylight.

My grandfather raised hunting dogs and the point we emerged from the woods was a point across the field behind my grandparents house and situated right here just into the treeline was the dog pin and across from it an old barn, from an era of days gone by that was no longer used and we were forbidden from entering because of its dilapidated state.  It was in that very spot that the way I looked at the world would be forever changed.

As we neared the dog pin we could hear all of my grandpa’s hunting dogs making quite the racket over something. As we approached we could see them all looking towards the barn, hackles raised and letting on that something was over in that direction. It was about this moment my nostrils were filled with the strong odor of wet dog, rotting animal and piss. It was so strong it made me and my cousin both start gagging. I looked towards the barn and what I saw is forever scarred into my memory.

A creature, resembling a canine, was peering at us from around the corner of the barn. It had one hand wrapped around the corner and and only the top half of itself exposed, it almost appeared to be grinning at us revealing huge sharp looking teeth. To me, this thing looked more like a massive hyena in the face. It had pointed ears that sat atop it’s head and matted fur that kinda covered it’s head and chest real thick, almost like a lions mane and that thinned out towards the chest area. It stepped out the rest of the way from around the corner and this thing was walking upright, like a human, it’s legs bent backwards like a dog, It’s hands resembled that of a humans but reminded me of a raccoons paws, it had claws and it’s palms had what looked like the padding a dog would have.  The arms stretched low and it had sort of a slumped over posture and kinda looked like it would be just as at home walking on all fours and it would bipedal, it was reddish brown in color and stood in the very least 7 1/2 feet tall and it was built like brick shit house. We stood there too afraid to move and in complete disbelief of what we were seeing. Then this thing let out a growl so loud and so deep I could feel it reverberate in my chest. I had a handgun with me but I didn’t feel like it would be anywhere near enough to stop this thing if it came at us.

I know you aren’t supposed to run from a predator, but in that moment it’s exactly what my cousin and I both did. Like the wind and blazing a trail of fire behind us we made for my grandparents house roughly 500 yards away. I heard this thing crashing through the field behind us but I did not dare turn to look. We burst through the door of my grandparents house and in a yammering of hyperactive gibberish both of us began to blurt out and try to explain to my grandpa what had just happened. It took a while to calm us down, and when we did my grandpa sat us down and told us the reason why he didn’t allow us out past dark. He said that a long time ago whatever that thing was had came up around the house looking in windows and was creeping around thier property at night. He said he had seen it on some other occasions since and that some years ago it had also killed several cattle that he used to own and chased him back to his truck one evening as well. He said it wasn’t friendly and that it damn sure isn’t afraid of humans.

I know what I saw. My cousin knows what he saw. It wasn’t a misidentified animal. It wasn’t anything I have ever seen in my life before or since.  This thing scared me so badly I have never been back to those woods since and I rarely venture into any woods at all these days some 22 years later. People need to know  that these things are real, they are out there and they aren’t friendly.

-Eli

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