Here's an email from Greg. He lives in Mississippi and this is kind of a

this is kind of a spooky story.

It's category would be Bigfoot or dog man or maybe both.

Let's read what he says.

I grew up in Natchez, Mississippi half mile from the Mississippi River near the Devil's Punch Bowl.

The area consists of a 300 foot tall heavily wooded bluff that overlooks the river.

It's a spot that was always good for hunting no matter what game you were after.

And there was something else living in those woods that I couldn't quite identify.

One morning, me and my cousin Buck were couldn't quite identify.

One morning, me and my cousin Buck were squirrel hunting on a ridge

across the road from where we lived.

We came up on a feed tree that was loaded with squirrel,

so we decided to split up and headed that tree from

different directions. Once we positioned ourselves we opened fire on the squirrels and

drop four to the ground. We were gathering up our game and thinking about how good fried

squirrel and gravy served with cathead biscuits was going to taste when everything

went dead silent. silence always means a predator is nearby.

The hair stood up on the back of our necks as we stood up straight and listened.

Somewhere in the woods nearby we could hear a loud panting.

I thought it sounded like a dog, but it had to be one heck of a big dog to pant like that.

Scared the hell out of both of us.

You hear that? We both ask at the same time.

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