My experiences with the dogmen of Michigan has been very interesting. The first encounter I had with these curious and strange beings was very calm and serene. It felt as though I knew I was in no danger and everything was okay. My second encounter was harshly different, and it left me with a feeling of dread and worry. Both encounters took place within two weeks of each other, at night, same rough area, and while snow was on the ground. I’ll begin with the first encounter.
Though I’ve had to move closer to Detroit for a better job and education, I still frequently go out into the country to visit Gramma. She and my late Papa took me in when I was a teenager and raised me up right. Since she stays up late, I frequently go over later in the night and smoke with her a while before going to bed and spending the night. My first encounter took place in the second week of December of 2017 on one of these such nights.
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I’m A 24 year old truck driver from san Antonio tx. I’ve been driving for about 3 years now and aside from traffic jams and the D.O.T driving behind me, there’s not much that worries me. I was sitting at home watching TV when I got a text from dispatch saying I was heading to Grand junction Colorado this weekend to deliver Monday morning. “no problem” I thought , it was a short drive and I had plenty of time to get there. I took off late Saturday night, almost midnight actually, but whatever I had more than enough time to make the delivery.
Everything Was going smooth, since I was driving during the night I avoided all that traffic in Austin and Dallas. I was making good time and was generally relaxed until I got a call from the receiver, who informed me that there was a rock slide on i70 and that id have to find a different route because the interstate was closed. well shit now I gotta find a different route in a state I’ve never been to before, whatever . I kept driving on I 70 until I got just west of Denver at which point my gps directed me south to a alternate route. well this is where shit started to suck. 2 lane roads, on curvy hills , up and down, pulling a fully loaded 53 foot trailer. it was hell but it wasn’t until I got near Buena vista Colorado that things got creepy.
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