Yivin
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This is funny I forgotten all about these posts...got reading thru it again and some of this stuff is just so funny...
coming out of the woods one night. I was hunting by myself. As I walked in the leaves, I couldn't help but hear a whispering behind me. It went hisssssss at first, I thought it was my imagination, or maybe a snake. Then I heard it again. This time it went ppppfffffffffffttttttttttttttttttt . I decided to change my stride, the next time I lifted my leg, I stopped suddenly with my leg raised in the air. pppppppppppplllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooppppppppp
You guessed it, the beans I had ate the night before. The whole experience made me have to change my drawers when I got back to camp.
I had encountered the "break-windego". An experience I would not soon forget.
Be afraid. It has been described as "silent, but deadly".
MBD
First time poster, long time lurker here. I came across this thread and thought I would share a story I've heard many times growing up in the Georgia deer woods. I'm actually quite surprised that there seems to be a lot of these stories that are coming from Hancock county...not saying I believe one way or the other but just find these stories interesting, especially the ones from Hancock because that is where my story took place. Back in the early 70's my dad and all his half brothers hunted something like a 3000 acre tract behind the deveroux store. The story goes that they were long bow hunting, or at least Archie white was. (Possibly could've been some beer drinking and night road hunting too knowing this family lol) anyway, it has been said that Archie headed out for the evening hunt with long bow and quiver and a couple of cans of beer. My dad has been addiment every time the story was told that while he was drinking- he was not drunk! Sitting on the ground backed up to a tree, he had dozed off and when he awoke, there was this creature standing directly over him, ugly, hairy, mean looking, and awful smelling. On the other end of this story, from the brothers perspective, just at dark from their camp on a powerline, they hear screams and see Archie running for them- no bow in hand, just holding what was left of the quiver and a couple arrows. They say that to say he was shook up was an understatement and more like he was freaked out to the point that he was (for lack of a better word) crazy out of his mind! He was screaming about what had happened, all the while throwing his gear in the trunk of his car (they hunted out of cars back then) he told all his brothers that he was leaving and they were crazy if they stayed and that he would never hunt again....and he never did! Uncle Archie passed away some years later and on his death bed, had my dad come to him so he could talk to him about the incident many years before. He said he took a lot of kidding about that over the years but he wanted to tell my dad that what he saw and what had happened was the truth. Just my story about the Hancock deer woods....
The bow season opener is just around the corner. Y'all need to read and heed...