I thought this thread was supposed to be about spooky things in the woods. lol.

pops taught me to never go into the woods without a sidearm. i now own a 9mm with a 17cap clip with 1 in the hole. if a monster gets me after having pumped 18 1" pieces of expandable lead into its vitals, i deserve to die. ive been challenged by an unsuspecting cat, but it is hanging on my step landing. bobcats are abundant in the cali area. :^}

aka good to see ya back, the cat you aretalking about is b/s and fake, had to do it

Here is the link to the video section

Doemaster Video Links

That's some good stuff, Doemaster. Between yesterday and today, I've been browsing around your site a bit. Those video clips are as good as anything I've seen on TV. Good job on the website.

Thanks biglmbass, we're working pretty hard at it. It's become a labor of love.

My grandmother owned 100 acres in Greene Co for years. The land is about 12 miles away from her farm house (her house sits on 80 acres), so she 'hired' an older black man named Bo to oversee the property. This was back in the fifties when Bo first settled on the land. He built a house, dug a well, built goat pins, chicken coops & planted aout 20 acres with various crops... all with no rent or lease or anything. All my grandmother wanted was for him to watch her property & make some rounds once in a while. My dad hunted the property & when I came along I started hunting there to. I remember pulling up & Bo would be sitting on the porch in a homemade chair. He used to tell me stories of a giant Coyote that was missing one toe that would slip in solo & kill his goats. I don't know about the Coyote, but his goats were turning up half eaten or completely gone (from the pin). Anyway, he was part of our family for years. He passed away in the mid-80's & all that's left of the house is a hand stacked chimney, & some flowers around the perimeter. I went down one afternoon to hunt the property 4 years ago by myself. I parked at the old house place & started down the trail by the goat pin which is still standing. I hadn't got into the woods more than 30 feet when I walked through a cold spot. Ya know, like the cold spots in the river when you're swiming... I froze in my tracks. I didn't hear anything, that was the problem... no squirrells, no birds, no wind, just dead silence. That's when I knew something or someone was watching me. I don't know if it was 'Ol 3 Toe slipping aroung the goat pin or Bo making his rounds, but I do know I was not alone. Needless to say I didn't hunt that day & I haven't been back alone since.

My dad and I were hunting the Yalobusha National Forest in Mississippi and had gotten out to this spot well before sun up. We quickly established our game plan and he took off over a ridge to find a good spot and I took the other side. This was the first time we'd hunted this spot, but it was really beautiful and looked promising. Well, we hadn't been out very long, maybe an hour after daylight, and I heard him owl hoot. I hooted back and we met at the truck. I asked him what was wrong and he told me to get in, we were leaving. I asked him if he didn't like the spot and he said yes and no. I asked if he'd seen anything. He said yeah, but it wasn't what he was hunting. Well, as we drove, I kept asking questions and he finally told me what was up. He said as he made his way through the woods, he kept stepping in some depressions in the ground. He said he didn't give it much thought on the first couple, thought it may have been stump holes or something. Anyway, he just found a tree to sit beside and wait for daylight. He said that after daylight came he was looking around and his thoughts turned back to the depressions he'd stepped in. He found them and realized that he was sitting in the middle of an old graveyard from the 1700's. He said at that point the hunt was pretty much over for him and he got to reading some of the head stones and found that most of them had died from yellow fever, but the straw that broke the camels back, was when he found one of a child. He knew right then that it was time to get gone. We never did hunt that area again.[]

A post hijacked by it's own author... sheesh.

i was out in the woods a couple of years ago and i heard something crashing through and i looked back and it was something big and black. it jumped the crick and kept on running never stopped. i still wonder wut it was