Dogman vs game warden – Duplicate

I’d like to tell you my cryptid story but I’d like to start by apologizing for any spelling or grammar error due to it being 4 in the morning as I’m writing this.
Anyway
I’m a 30 year old Marne corps vet and i currently work for a job that has me going out into the woods with a firearm to keep the law and peace for the wildlife. My parter is a 5 year old Belgium malinois named Phoenix. I also have my friend who I works with and was in the marines who we will call named David. Oh also on a side note David is also my brother-in-law.

Anyway one night dispatch tells me I’m being requested for a missing person and to hurry over so i tell them ok and head my way over to the area I’m needed. As I pull up David and one of my other coworkers who we will call Mike are getting the Ar 15 ready. I get out and David walks up and says it’s pretty serious you better go talk to the person family before I talk to him I tell him ok and walk to the house where the family lets me in. The father tells me him and his 8 year old son where squirrel hunting and when he turns around to use the bathroom he hears his son screaming and being carried away by someone really big and hair. At first I didn’t know what to think and I tell my partners I’m calling bs on this story, but they tell me they already have been in looking for the kid and are scared he’s been killed by a bear. Even tho bears are not common they are not unheard of were we are from. I say ok and get phoenix all ready to go and we head out into the woods.

At first he wasn’t getting anything and then all of a sudden he starts crying and moving back and forth. Then the crying turns into growling and he backs up to me and starts to bark. I tell him to calm down and for the most part he does but the I hear “we got somethin big” from mike I look up and about 10 yards in front of us this little boy runs out with his clothes and ripped up and bleeding. I grab him and take a look at him and other than him crying and a few cuts he looked to be ok. I look at mike laughing and say “yeahhh he’s really big” I then look back at the kid and he is pointing in the same direction as he ran out of and hear him say under his breath “they are coming” I look at him and ask and say “who” I then hear my dog start to bark again and David scream “holy shit”. i look up and see this big wolf thing that looks like it belongs in game of thrones or something maybe 7 yards away looking at me growling. my dog who then lunges for this thing but I pull on his leash and scream no and we slowly back up. When we back up this thing stands on two legs and starts to walk away from us. We didn’t know what to do other than run.

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They didn’t believe me

I am 24 now, I was 12 then. This took place in Vale, North Carolina. For the safety of my family, I won’t disclose the name of the road that they live on. For all of my family on my father’s side lives on and around that road. It was a dirt road, it was about a half a mile long, and winded to the right and straightened back out. Was met with hills of golden hay to the right, and cattle pastures to the left.
Truly beautiful my home town was, but don’t judge that book on its cover. Haah. So here we go. Lemme explain to you, my surroundings and buildings and the scenery so you can place yourself in my shoes.
My daddy-o’s house was a doublewide trailer, sitting on 2 acres of land, our cousin lives next to us to our right, also in a doublewide trailer. 15-20 acres of golden Hay field behind us with a treestand in the middle of it overlooking the tree line at the bottom of the hill.
Across the road from us are 3 neighboring houses, from left to right, are 2 doublewide trailers, and a brick home. With the 2nd trailer being directly across from my father’s home. So there you go. Dirt road, country town and nobody bothers you if you wanna go play army in the woods with the family. Gosh I miss those days when we didn’t have to pay taxes or rent, and could pick my nose without getting judged. Haaha. But enough of that.
Like I stated, at this time I was 12, unsupervised and running around the back yard picking up broken pieces of 2×4’s and playing pirate or something stupid like that. I was a swordsman, a glorified knight ready to slay down a dragon if it dare came into my daddy’s backyard. Slashing wildly into the wind and spinning around saying hiyaahh! Like the awesome knight I was. When my fun time was cut short.
My neighbors dog started going ape shit. And I mean, frantically, and viciously barking as loud as it could. That dog always scared the shit out of me, I couldn’t walk up the road past his home without it spotting me and barking until I was out of range. And then he would bark some more. I think he was a lab mixed German shepard. Not sure.
I stopped what I was doing and went out into the open area beside of our home to see if he had just spotted a squirrel or something. When there the beautiful bastard stood.
It’s just becoming dusk. The sun behind the trees now casting miniscule shadow but still lighting up the sky, yet I see him plain as day.
Between my across the road neighbors home, and my neighbors brick house stood 6-7 small to medium sized pine trees.
This thing stood slightly to the left, behind the 2nd or 3rd pine tree. It was broad, with silky jet black fur. It looked like a linebacker, a 6.5-7.5 ft tall line backer visibly hunched over slightly, and with a visible head of a classical wolf.
“Holy Crap”, I had thought to myself.. I can visibly see it’s breathing motions. And it is staring right at me! Now.. I cannot tell intent, malevolent or what not. I cannot tell you that. I can tell you. Was that I about pissed my pants. I had saw a freaking werewolf, and it looked directly at me, the neighbors dog was still going ballistic. He just wouldn’t shut up. Like always. After about 30-45 seconds of staring each other down. I immediately ran up the back porch steps to go inside and tell my father. To my luck, the door didn’t budge. The back door was always locked. I had forgotten.
So I instantly reignited my curiousity, and ran back around the house to see if it was still there. But all I saw. Was it’s lower torso, legs and feet paws sprinting behind my neighbors house. So I knew what i had seen was real! My neighbors dog went silent.. As a mouse. As if it was commanded to. I ran over underneath our back porch. To seek immediate safety from our family pit bull. Her name was Chyna, she was a brindle, and she was beautiful. We keep her on a runner line and let her roam our back yard. Alot of the time she lives inside and slept in the bed with me.
She was my hero. And here I thought we had rescued her. Haah. Sorry. I had to recall the good before I get to the next part.. the image is still burned into my mind. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget it to be honest. But this is what you came here for, so I’ll let you hear it. Believe me or not. I don’t care. I have already made fun of for it. It doesn’t phase me anymore. I am prepared. I’ve studied the paranormal and cryptid for years and I am ready for them. All of them.
I left my best friends side, ran to the left side of the house and back around the center of the house up the front porch stairs and bursted through the front door, locked it. And went into my room to the right and gazed out of the window for about an hour. But saw nothing. Almost disappointed. The day had finished and I was well asleep.
When I was awoken by the sound of Chyna barking viciously.. I didn’t move. Because I recalled the thing that I had seen.. it was gonna get my baby girl.. I loved her so much. I was a strict Lutheran based child and had always been in Sunday school growing up. So with tears in my eyes and fear in my heart I got out of my bed, fell to my knees, folded my fists and began to pray aloud.
“Dear Lord, and Heavenly Father above, I beg you, I don’t know what to do, please protect her, she’s everything to me she’s my angel, shes my baby. Protect us from that thing and make it go away, please, Amen.”
I wasn’t very good at praying, I’ve always been awkward about it. I have no idea why, but it worked. Chyna had calmed, and after 30 minutes or so I left the tv on a blue blank screen and I had fallen back asleep.
The following morning. I was awoken to the sound of loud knocking at the door. As well as frantic talking, not quite yelling but with raised voices outside. I threw on my clothes curious, and went outside the sun was blinding me for a minute or two but I adjusted.
It was my cousin. Speaking with my father. He was angry and confused. He told my dad. “She had to have done it! Let’s just go look at them then!” My father responded with “ok, let’s go”. I shuddered and stammered with my words. “Dddadd, whats going on..?” He ignored me, as I hopped and ran to be by his side. My cousin led us to his chicken fence enclosure that is 10ft or so in length, 8 feet or so in width and 6 or 7 feet or so in height.
What I saw on the ground was near nightmarish. He had 2 goats inside his enclosure that he had gotten for his younger daughters 4 and 6 years old in age if I am not mistaken. One goat to the left. Was pinned against the front side of the enclosure, with its throat ripped out clean.. it looked like something had picked it up, took one, great and clean bite out of its neck, and threw it against the fence to die. The other goat. Died with no visible injuries upon inspection. “Dad… what happened to that one..?” I said shaken.. “I guess some coyote hopped the fence and got the other one, and this one died of a heart attack being afraid..” said Dad. My cousin exclaimed. “I think it was your damned Dog who did it!” Me and my father both exclaimed “it couldn’t have been Chyna and if it was, let’s go look at her mouth and teeth, come on! There will have to be evidence!”
So we went behind our home and Chyna greeted us all with a wagging tail as my father and my cousin stand a few meters behind us. I examine her teeth and pull her lips up to check and find no dried blood anywhere on her body. I exclaimed, “See?! Nothing on her! Plus, she’s been on the runner all night and morning long she couldn’t have possibly let herself loose and put herself back on the runner, and me and dad just woke up so we couldn’t have done it!”
“Well I guess it was coyotes then…” My cousin stated, shaking his head confused and in disbelief at his current situation as he walked away from us. “Sorry ya’ll, we haven’t even had them goats for 3 weeks” my father exclaimed, “well next time think before you blame Chyna, she’s a good dog, she would never do something like that” as me and my father walk back around to the front of the house and go up the porch and back inside I look at him and I say..
“Dad.. I saw a werewolf last night, I think Chyna saw it too because she was barking at something and it woke me up.” He scoffed with amusement, “you got a great imagination son but it was probably just a coyote” as he went back into his room to watch NASCAR or football or whatever.
I Told my closest cousins, I’ll call them Henry, and Aaron. That I seen a werewolf, it killed our cousins goats. And they laughed at me for years to come calling me werewolf boy. I know what I had seen. It has been 12 years since I had seen what I had seen. And even if you make a mockery of me and laugh as well. Those goats didn’t think it was too funny of a joke. One wasn’t able to scream like the ones on youtube and the other was literally scared to its death. So I urge you all. Be a skeptic if you will, but don’t ignore your gut feeling. Don’t throw caution to the wind. When in doubt pray, arm yourself with knowledge, holy water and salt even. And keep an open mind.

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Dogman vs game warden

I’d like to tell you my cryptid story but I’d like to start by apologizing for any spelling or grammar error due to it being 4 in the morning as I’m writing this.
Anyway
I’m a 30 year old Marne corps vet and i currently work for a job that has me going out into the woods with a firearm to keep the law and peace for the wildlife. My parter is a 5 year old Belgium malinois named Phoenix. I also have my friend who I works with and was in the marines who we will call named David. Oh also on a side note David is also my brother-in-law.

Anyway one night dispatch tells me I’m being requested for a missing person and to hurry over so i tell them ok and head my way over to the area I’m needed. As I pull up David and one of my other coworkers who we will call Mike are getting the Ar 15 ready. I get out and David walks up and says it’s pretty serious you better go talk to the person family before I talk to him I tell him ok and walk to the house where the family lets me in. The father tells me him and his 8 year old son where squirrel hunting and when he turns around to use the bathroom he hears his son screaming and being carried away by someone really big and hair. At first I didn’t know what to think and I tell my partners I’m calling bs on this story, but they tell me they already have been in looking for the kid and are scared he’s been killed by a bear. Even tho bears are not common they are not unheard of were we are from. I say ok and get phoenix all ready to go and we head out into the woods.

At first he wasn’t getting anything and then all of a sudden he starts crying and moving back and forth. Then the crying turns into growling and he backs up to me and starts to bark. I tell him to calm down and for the most part he does but the I hear “we got somethin big” from mike I look up and about 10 yards in front of us this little boy runs out with his clothes and ripped up and bleeding. I grab him and take a look at him and other than him crying and a few cuts he looked to be ok. I look at mike laughing and say “yeahhh he’s really big” I then look back at the kid and he is pointing in the same direction as he ran out of and hear him say under his breath “they are coming” I look at him and ask and say “who” I then hear my dog start to bark again and David scream “holy shit”. i look up and see this big wolf thing that looks like it belongs in game of thrones or something maybe 7 yards away looking at me growling. my dog who then lunges for this thing but I pull on his leash and scream no and we slowly back up. When we back up this thing stands on two legs and starts to walk away from us. We didn’t know what to do other than run.

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I grew up in Florida, the sunshine state. I lived in the capital, Tallahassee. It was nice and I enjoyed spending my childhood down there, that is, until what happened a few years back that forced me to move.

This all started back in January of 2017 when I was 16, a few weeks after landing my first job. During my high school years I worked at a local Chick Fil A restaurant. I enjoyed working there and I definitely recommend it if you are looking for a job. Anyway, I had to work a 4-11pm shift one night getting trained on how to close the different stations and things like that. Now, we close at 10 but we don’t get out until 11 because we have to clean all the stations such as dishes, grills, fryers, floors etc. Since I was 16 due to child labor laws, I had to leave right at 11pm as did most of my other coworkers. I finished up, clocked out, and walked to my car in the parking lot behind the restaurant since we aren’t allowed to park up front where the customers do.

I got in my car and got on the main road. My house was around 20 minutes away from the restaurant but since it was 11pm, there weren’t many cars out so it would usually take my about 12-15 if I worked this late. I was on the main road for a few minutes then I turned onto a road that I normally used as a shortcut. This was a darker road and curvy that didn’t have any streetlights. This road also had large cemetery that really creeped me out. I few times I have driven on this road and have heard what sounded like screams coming from the direction of that cemetery. Anyway, I was driving down that road with my bright lights on, when a large black figure ran out in front of me.

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Dogman in my coastal town

These are my three true encounters with what I believe was the Dogman. I live in a small, coastal town in Canada. I was between 16 and 18 for all of these and they took place between 2o10 and 2014. (I apologize now if it’s not spaced correctly. I will try and sort it best I can.)

Encounter 1: This was within the first week or so of September of 2010 and I, like thousands of others, had gone back for yet another new year of school. “Yay”. I didn’t really enjoy school much anymore since someone easily twice my size took it upon himself to bully me damn near daily. (And the school, as one might expect, did nothing.) But, what choice did I have but to return? I had been sent to a nearby shop to get some sandwich supplies to last the week until my parents went shopping that weekend. I didn’t mind it as the shop is less than 15 minutes away and I’d get a soda out of it.

As I walked, I noticed the streets which were usually filled with children and dogs were dead silent. I shrugged, figuring everyone was trying to adjust to the new school year and had gone inside and walked their dogs already and made it into the store, grabbing what I was sent out for and a soda for myself. The woman working that night chatted me up and though I knew her, my anxiety from starting school again made chatting with anybody the last thing I wanted to do. So, I found an excuse to cut it short and left for home.

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It was a New Mexico Dogman

Im writing you today concerning an incident that happened when I was living outside of a rural area called Lakewood NM in the year 1999. For some background info, I was 18 at the time that this took place, and was raised my entire life in the deserts of south-eastern of New Mexico on two different very remote ranches. I am very well versed in the flora and fauna of our beautiful state, having spent much of my summers and weekends either doing ranch work on them or just messing around like kids tend to do. I even use to track animals semi-professionally for hunters and even our local trapper. I KNOW the critters around this state. We always lived on very remote ranches, 50, sometimes 75 miles from the nearest actual town. But anyways, my Senior year of high-school, I moved out on my own, being a part of a school work program, and I wanted to live closer to my job and school… Living just around 12 miles from Artesia NM, where my school and job were seemed like living right in town to me.

I guess my story really starts in April of 1999. Me and my boyfriend at the time were rooming with a couple in a trailer house just outside of Lakewood NM. We rented a room from them and sometimes watched their two kids as a part of our rental agreement. For a few months before that April, a lot of the neighboring landowners had been complaining about wild dogs coming up form the river and harassing their dogs and scarring their livestock. We were about a mile from the Pecos River, and wild dogs have indeed been a problem in the area, but this seemed a little more intense. There was even property damage being reported, with one guy a few properties down having had his chicken coup completely destroyed a few weeks earlier. The couple we lived with had two dogs, both of them medium-sized terrier mixes, and neither one of them were on the cowardly side, but they had been getting VERY skittish about going outside at night… So much so that we had to make sure to let them out right at sunset, and again at sunrise, because they would NOT leave the trailer house otherwise at night. It was all very strange.

One night at about 11pm, (It was a Saturday I recall, because I had neither work or school) the four of us were sitting around watching TV and just basically BSing about diffrent stuff when the dogs, who were asleep in the master bedroom on the far east side of the house, started growling and barking. This was really unusual behavior for them, so we all got up to see what they were on about. It seemed as if they were barking at the windows.

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Dogman driven off

This was not a report I myself witnessed but instead one my grandmother told me about that my aunt later corroborated seperately. For a little background my grandparents’, currently aunt’s, home is in backwoods of Virginia. Extremely thick forest with hilly terrain in all directions. You have to get on a dirt path and follow it for about half a mile to get to a gravel covered side road, and then follow it for about 30 minutes to reach a very small town just across the North Carolina border. If you go a short ways North you find yourself at the Blue Ridge mountains and parkway that lead up into Appalachia proper. The forest is mostly low-lying shrubs up to around 4 feet high with pine and a lot of black oak trees making up the canopy. There is a very clear stream about 30 yards from the house which has fish quite frequently. This along with wild blackberries, tender leaf shrubs, and some apple trees make it very lucrative for wildlife. The house itself is an old two-story house built onto an incline of the hill that overlooks it. This was back in the 1970s, my aunt believes it was 1978 as she was finishing high school at the time.

My father had graduated from college and was going on to the Air Force, so he had already moved out. My grandfather, although he was old enough to retire, liked to remain busy so he worked his old job as an electrician and power pole technician; just now in an advisory role because he was getting up there in years. He had just gotten the contract down in North Carolina so he was away from the house for about a week and a half. This left only my 17-year-old aunt and grandmother at the house.

As I said there usually was a lot of wildlife in the area. A typical morning for my grandmother was making breakfast and sitting out on her porch watching deer and rabbits eat at the shrubs. Sometimes she would also see or hear a bobcat, fox, or coyote about. On one occasion a mountain lion and her cups strolled right past the house. One animal she was familiar with in particular was a very large black bear who could be recognized by folks around those parts from a white patch on his chest and a hole in his left ear. My grandmother nicknamed him “Captain” because he had a habit of sitting on his haunches and reaching up with his paws to pick apples, a motion that looked like he was saluting. Captain was a very big black bear but wasn’t very aggressive unless tested. He seemed to have an agreement with my grandmother and grandfather that if they left him alone he would leave them alone. He’d just strolled by the house every now and then to have some blackberries on the bushes or apples that had fallen down, which meant he came by the house’s yards often as he was too big to climb trees much more and the fruit trees around the house were low enough he could reach up and pick food. My grandfather guesstimated he was somewhere in the 500 to 600-pound range and roughly 6 feet tall as my grandfather once measured some scratch marks he left on a tree.

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It was 2:30PM and it was time for my shift, I work from 3-11 at one of Amazons Warehouse. I’d like to introduce myself first My name is Joey, I’m 23 years old 5’9 and pretty fit and muscular. Now that’s over and done with, it was a normal average day at work, stock up on items, packages, move items and ordinary warehouse work.

I work with my peers who only one of them leaves at the same time as me, we’ll call him “Jack.” He was an average hard working employee like me, so we basically stick to each other during our shifts. The day went pretty fast and I was surprised, things aren’t usually this fast? It’s always boring and empty most of the time. It was 10PM and I had to mop up the bathrooms and Jack did the shelf area, then we’d check everything and go.

I was finishing the last stall when jack called me over to him, “did you hear that?” I replied with “what?” “that growl and thud?” It was all silent, but was Brocken by a quick what sounded like a snarl and growl together and heavy footsteps coming from behind us, we booked it out there and approached to get into our cars and getting the hell out of there, forgetting about the warehouse. I took a glance when I was in the car and what I saw gave me the most jaw dropping wide eyed sight I’ve ever seen in my life. Standing on 2 hind legs towering over me was an estimated 7 foot monster who was buff, it had the head of a wolf with red deep glowing eyes, a man like torso, about 7 inches long claws, human like arms and hands, but the legs of a wolf. It had long sharp teeth and around the beast was dark black fur.

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I basically grew up at my grandmas house she taught me about everything and when school first started I had to go over there because it was just closer. I absolutely despised school even though I was only in kindergarten that parts important.

When winter came around it got very cold because of Indiana where it can go from summer to winter in five seconds. I was waiting for the bus to come pick me up so I was waiting outside in the dark by myself. Something was off. The intense feeling of being watched washed over me.

I didnt know what to do since I was only six. I felt like I might vomit. But then I saw two giant paws come out from behind the bush.

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My name is Yona and I live in Delhi, India. A couple of months ago, my best friend, Varuna and I were sitting in our room studying for our upcoming finals. With only a couple of weeks left, we were super stressed and stayed up for hours at night to prepare. This was our college graduation exam and we both were pursuing the same subject, living in the same apartment complex and going to the same college.

I’ve known her since we were kids, we met during our kindergarten years so we are very close.

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