The story is from Dennis, oh excuse me this story is from Dennis and here's what he

writes.

My first encounter was something that couldn't be explained happened to me back in 1987.

I was a 16 year old boy and I wasn't afraid of anything, at least while my dad and uncles

were nearby.

It was a family tradition at the time for all of us to wake up at 3 a.m. and travel the

hour and a half to our favorite hunting spot.

The okay here we go with a pronunciation mangle.

Oak muggly, Oak muggly, okay m-u-l-g-e wildlife area in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.

Once we arrived to the general area it was a mile hike back to where we would set up

camp.

On this particular morning we were running late and as we arrived just before sun up the

coyotes were already sounding off in the distance.

They made me feel a little unsettled since I was walking into the deep dark forest with

just a flash light but my dad and my uncles were there to reassure me or at least poke

fun of me, making me forget any of my fears about the woods.

We had been hunting together for years and like family we knew each other pretty well.

For whatever reason the rest of them decided to venture off into the woods, leaving me

and my rifle to occupy an old deer stand.

To me it looked like an old outhouse with a small window on either side.

After sweeping the cobwebs out of it with my hands I closed the door behind me.

I looked out the windows and I scanned the woods for coyotes and around 7 a.m. I noticed

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