Lieutenant, I've told you over and over again. It is not the 12th, it is September the freakin 8th, 2012 - opening morning archery deer season. I was inside the Wake County line hunting that huge piece of land. If you Google it, it shows a private lake and an old camp or something, but the only thing I've seen is a boarded up shack between the pond and highway. No one is ever around. I'm not sure why I'm here or what's going on. I got permission from Mr. Hart to hunt there. Hey, who has my bow? Did I fall from my stand? Why am I in the hospital?
Son, you were seen parking your truck and walking into the property...
Yes, that's how it's usually done. That doesn't explain how I got out of the woods or why I'm here!
Let me fill you in a bit. First off, I don't know where your bow is, where your truck is, or any piece of this puzzle. Today is NOT the evening of the 8th....it's four days later, pal. You're here because we have several destroyed homes, a scorched horse, and a neighbor's dog that has yet to even take a leak and not a single answer about what happened. Hell, we just got you medically cleared for us to even meet with you. So we're here to listen to what you have to offer...and I don't want any crap from you.
What?!?! Wait a minute, ok, let me think for a second. I was in my stand for an afternoon hunt. The woods were alive with a whole lot going on. I was fired up and ready for a nice deer. There in the distance to my right, I could see something circling around to the left, but moving irradically. It was either upright or the front end of a large deer. There was complete silence now and no other animals around any more. I had my eye on a thin clearing of trees waiting for whatever was out there to cross it so I could get a glimpse. The next thing I know it's already passed the clearing and I didn't see anything cross that clearing. Can I have some water?
Sure, man, water's on it way. Let's keep going.
Hmmm. Ok, yeah, thanks. Um, alright. Anyway, I remember the sun was gone, but I still had a nice glow from dusk to watch this thing. I still couldn't tell what it was, but I knew it wasn't someone out for a walk. This thing was about to come out into my shooting lane and it was about 35 yards out, so I stood up and raised my bow. I saw it ... and somehow it saw me.
Thank you, nurse.
Ah, nice and cold, thank you. Like I said, I saw it and it saw me. It was like a shadow with a body. I saw it jolt towards me, seemed to skip a frame in its movement and saw it move from tree to tree and then it was gone. I looked all around and didn't see anything. I was pretty freaked out and sat back down. My day light was almost gone, I figured it was time to pack up. I bent over to pick up my pack and saw that thing had climbed the backside of my ladder-stand and reached for my ankle. That's the last thing I remember until just a few minutes before you came into my room.
