I Survived: Dogman

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The story I’m going to tell you today, is that of the day I pissed off a Dogman and lived to tell the tale. How? I honestly don’t know.

The incident occurred in November of 2015, the week before youth weekend in Vermont. I went out alone with my hatchet, machete, and water. That’s it. I know it was dumb, I was only 15 at the time and didn’t know what truly lurks in the forests of New England.

So, to set the scene for you. I was alone in 110 acres of woods. I stupidly chose to go to the thickest section. I walked out to an area of spruce trees that has a decent amount of deer activity.

Once I got to the location, I got to work making my deer blind using dead falls and spruce boughs.

I was making a lot of noise with my hatchet cutting logs to make the 3 walls to lean the spruce boughs on, that’s when I thought I heard a stick snap behind me.

I stopped what I was doing and turned around to see what it was. I looked around and saw nothing, although I did notice that the woods went dead silent. I was too inexperienced to know that was not a good sign.

I went back to work and the same snaps kept happening moving around the side of me.

That’s when I heard a guttural snarling. I turn and see huge dog legs with 3 inch claws/nails. I slowly look up and not even 15 feet away is a giant thing that looks like a dog/human hybrid.

It bared it’s teeth at me and let out a bone chilling combination of a snarl and a growl.

I was dumbfounded.

All I thought to do was keep my eyes on it and slowly back away.

I did exactly that and it did the same and paralled me the entire way out of the woods.

I don’t know why it didn’t kill me because it easily could have, but it didn’t. I still hunt but avoid that area of the woods unless armed with a shotgun loaded with buckshot and slugs, or with others who are also armed with powerful long guns. (Anything that is not a pistol or smg)

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