I don't know the writer's name of this story he doesn't give it, but this is fantastic.

So hang on to your weaves and glue your dentures in because this is a good one.

In 1979 I went to a family reunion with my aunt and uncle in middle Tennessee.

On the way there we talked a little about a strange thing that happened to us while we

were out hunting frogs one night.

We heard chatter and huffing and then it paced aside of the woods, whatever it was.

With that on our minds we joined the rest of the men sitting around the front yard at

my great uncle's house where the reunion was taking place.

My uncle turned to my great uncle and he said, tell us about what you saw that night you

were out raccoon hunting.

Right away my great uncle got a look on his face that I'd never seen before.

It was a mix of bewilderment and fear and he turned away like he didn't hear what

my uncle asked him and then his son said, go ahead dad tell him what we saw.

You tell him my great uncle said under his breath, all right I'll tell the story his son

said and he began.

At that time my dad was 67 years old.

He'd spent his whole life out in the woods hunting mostly quail and raccoons.

That night they were headed out to the land behind their house and the property had recently

been sold and the new owner had bulldozed the old fence line and put in a new wire fence.

They had three dogs, two walkers and a red bone.

The fence was on an end climb that the dogs couldn't get over so they had to put them

over.

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