I'm already nervous about being there, which is a shame because this is family property.

A lot of us should be scared to go to our property.

I know it's lived there in 20 years, but that doesn't mean it belongs to them.

After I turn the lights on, I see what it's doing.

He's going back and forth across this little 10-foot wide, Arnold road.

He's bent over with his arms, nearly dragging the ground, and he's swaying his arms and using it.

And his legs were bent at the knee.

And seeing this thing absolutely shocking, because this is not the same one I saw the first time.

This one had a lot less hair, and it's taller.

And now I know I'm in trouble, but I don't want to take my eyes off of it.

I'm standing in between the fire and my truck.

I'll walk backwards, I grab the rifle, and then it throws this huge log.

And I can hear it coming through the air, and it's coming fast, it's whistling, he's doing so hard.

If I hadn't moved, it would have hit me.

But he's intentionally throwing it at me.

And in my mind, I'm thinking, this is just a huge human.

And I was drawn a blank that took every bit of brain power I had to realize what it is,

what I'm actually looking at, because it looks so much like a person.

But it's acting like a promite.

And then this screaming started immediately.

And there are pincomes and rocks I'm trying to duck and dodge.

And I'm being hit with them.

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