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Dixie Banshee
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 05:57 am |
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Well, since Pat is too busy with work, and others have been asking me about it in chat and through email, I'm going to post the first night of our outing together. I have two more nights to type up, so they will be coming in the near future.
This is the first report from 3 days and 4 nights researching in an undisclosed location in North Central Mississippi, the weekend of March 21 - 23, 2008.
I met up with Skunkape, Pat Rance (who will be referred to as SA in the report), an independent researcher from the state of Florida, at a local gas station in the town of ******, Mississippi, about 5:30 PM on a beautiful Thursday evening. After the introductions, I told SA that we would be checking out several different camping areas before we would decide upon one that was the least occupied by other campers. There were several locations that I had never camped at before, but I already knew, in advance, that all of them had BF sightings in the past, as I had personally researched them. We then disembarked to several locations that were occupied by other campers before deciding upon one in Yalobusha County which was very isolated with no campers in sight. The area was used as a staging area for ATV's (4 wheelers) during the local school's Spring Break. There were a large number of vehicles parked in the campground parking lot with empty ATV trailers hooked behind them but no tents or RV's.
After setting up our tents I "doctored" up some chicken breasts to cook in the coals of our campfire telling SA that nothing brings in BF like the smell of slow cooking chicken. While waiting for the chicken to cook and as the sun slowly set, most of the ATVer's came into the parking lot and started loading up their 4 wheelers to leave the premises. Gradually, the last vehicle left and it was nobody but SA and I sitting around a beautiful camp fire enjoying a gorgeous Mississippi evening. The temperature was slowly falling into the 40 degree range with no wind blowing and the moon stage was full, giving us plenty of ambient light to see with. You could hear things from miles away. A perfect evening for BFing.
To understand the lay-out of the land, I will attempt to describe it for you.
The campground was situated along the edge of a lake bed with the lake, like others in the Deep South, being devoid of water because of several years of near drought conditions. To drive into the campgrounds, one has to gradually descend a slow curve toward the left where you then passed over a long bridge crossing the river bottom heading toward the north. The campground itself is located just before the bridge, on the east side of the road with a slight decline downward into the tenting area. From where we set up the tents, we could see anybody using the main road toward the south, taking that slow, descending curve towards the northwest, and cross the bridge toward our north/northwest. To the north of us was the dry lake bed curving around us in a semi-circle toward our east side. The slope downward toward our south and southeast was made up of old age hardwoods and various evergreen type trees (cedar and pines) with this type forest located on the west side of the road leading upward into a higher elevation to where it tapers out along the lake shore. To the east of us where the dry lake bed lay, were various stunted growth willows and bramble thickets because of the lack of water due to the years of drought.
After eating and talking, I vocalized a few BF calls. We received several responses which SA has recorded and we will share with this forum. At about 9 PM SA noticed some very obvious red eye-shine across the camp parking lot situated next to the highway. It was standing in an bipedal position (2 limbs) to the left of the campground entrance, next to a maintenance sign. We was later able to determine that it stood about 7 ft. tall using this sign as a marker. The traffic along the main roadway was steady at this hour and for it to have been where it was, it had to have crossed the main road from the west side. We tried to ignore it hoping it would get curious enough to come closer but the equation was taken from us. About 9:30 PM a car pulled into the campground parking lot. I told SA when the car was slowing down to make the turn that if it turned into the campground area that the BF would be clearly seen in the headlights. When the car turned into the campground the BF assumed a quadrupedal (4 limbs) position and motored out of there heading across in front of the vehicle toward our south heading east. It had very dark hair and was very low to the ground. SA described it as being faster then a greyhound dog. It was his first viewing of a BF in a quad position and he was excited to the max. The person driving the car immediately turned around in the empty parking lot and left in a hurry as they had obviously seen it with the headlights. Haha
It gets better.
About 12:45 AM, early Friday morning, when the local traffic had almost come to a complete stop we heard a vehicle coming from the south. We didn't think nothing of it at the time as we were talking BF and listening to various BF calls (which are recorded) from all around us. What got our attention was when the vehicle (a small truck) came down the slope in that gradual curve to the bridge, it hit the shoulder of the road, throwing gravel and dirt everywhere, the driver almost losing control and running off into the steep decline (about 25 ft) toward the forest on the east side of the road. I even made a comment sort of along the lines, "That ignorant redneck is either drunk or doped up and is going to kill himself." The driver was applying his brakes hard and fish-tailed back across the centerline into the opposite lane, trying to regain control of his truck. They slowed down and all of a sudden, they floor boarded the truck, spinning their tires getting away from there across the bridge. All me and SA could do was look at each other wondering what was wrong with that dude (we should have it on tape also). After the sound of the truck receded into the distance toward the north I did a single tone BF call. It was answered immediately by a deep growl from the area of the road where the truck almost flipped over. The hair on SA and me stood straight up, we even compared it to each other. The growl was mad and we then figured out why the truck driver almost lost it. They had come down that hill and almost ran over a BF heading toward our camp area, responding to the "calls."
SA and I both could only look at each other not believing what we had on tape. We immediately checked the time for reference so SA could find it on the tape later (it is recorded). About 10 minuets later as I was sitting in my chair facing the east I noticed past SA's left shoulder a large BF standing about 10 yards (30 feet) from the camp fire, slowly swaying back and forth, intently watching us. I told SA not to make any sudden moves but to look over his left shoulder. He liked to have crapped! It was, at the least, 9 ft. tall, with 3 feet across from shoulder to shoulder. The upper body tapered down into a trim waist line and with the ambient light from the full moon and the light from the campfire I could roughly determine it was a ruddy red, maroonish color. It was breathing very heavy and steadily swaying its upper body from its left to its right. It was actually about 3 of its strides away from us. SA said what should we do, try to communicate with it. I said sure why not as it already knows that we see it. He slowly stood up and faced toward it. It's eyes were 6 full inches apart from each other and they glowed bright red until it half-lidded itself, that's how close it was to us. SA tried talking to it, first in English then he tried some Seminole that he knew from Florida. We was trying anything to just remain calm. You could feel the tension in the air at first but gradually things calmed down and the stress was not there anymore. It stood there for 2 hours, just swaying slowly and breathing deeply while we both watch it. I even walked around the fire and calmly turned my back toward it as the fire was dying and the firewood was on that side of the fire pit. There was no way I was letting that fire die out. Haha.
We continued talking to each other, occasionally looking at him, observing as much as we could, then sometime during this period he disappeared so silently we did not hear him go. But he did not leave, he just moved to the south side of us, toward my right and stood there about 30 more minuets at about the same distance. There was never any doubt what we were seeing. It is the longest close encounter I have ever been a part of since I've been researching. It came in mad but calmed down and started observing us up close and personal. Then it slowly receded into the night. It was now almost 4 AM in the morning but SA and I was so pumped! I asked SA if he had ever been that close to one to which he replied nope. He could not believe how close it got and the duration of the encounter. I couldn't either. I've had them come in close to me in the past but never that close and never that length of time.
DB
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 06:08 am |
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WOW!!!! Can't wait for the rest of the story......
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 06:25 am |
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DANG DB, YOU GOT ONE THAT CLOSE AND DIDN'T ASK HIM TO HAVE A SEAT AND TALK A WHILE.LOL LOL I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR THE REST OF THE STORY. 
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 06:33 am |
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Wow DB that was some encounter yall had. Thanks for sharing it with everyone.
I STILL say yall saw an AGGIE BF. Maroon in color and it had problems crossing the road correctly. Definatly an AGGIE BF! Next time you try to communicate with him reference "aggie fight song". If you want him to LEAVE, start singing "The Eyes of Texas", and he will run for the hills. LOL!! HOOKEM' HORNS!!! 2005 National Champions
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 06:47 am |
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WOW!! I don't know if I could have sat there so calmly with a BF that close. I look foward to your next post.
Wonder if the people that saw it driving will report it somewhere?
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 01:55 pm |
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What an account, DB. Your narrative held me spellbound till the end. I am proud that ya'll had so much action and such an up close and personal encounter. SA surely was rewarded for his long journey. I will be anxiously awaiting the audio files---if we can get Pat to hurry up and post them!! LOL-------I guess the Magnolia State boogers had a great night watching ya'll--Must have to have stood there swaying for 2 hours. I take it that ya'll were in "his" territory and although he was angry and upset that this had occured --something about ya'll's presence mystifyed him and had a great calming effect upon him.The truck driver---I guess he went home to shake out his breeches!--Great report and many thanks for posting it!
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 03:13 pm |
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What an amazing experience! I can't wait to hear the rest of the story!
tx7mm: Sounds like you know your BFs. ROTFLMAO!
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 05:55 pm |
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WOW bud, thats amazing!!!! I've been up that way a time or 2 in my travels but had wifey with me so I really couldn't do what all I wanted to do. LOL
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 09:41 pm |
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D.B. -
BEAUTY! A real beauty!
A couple of things right off the bat. First of all the LENGTH of the encounter. Secondly that it took place during a full moon.
Could it have been that his initial anger was due to his close encounter with the truck?
He made no sound the entire time?
In my view, you and Pat were indeed privileged.
Many thanks! Eagerly awaiting the rest of the story and any other observations either of you might have.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21st, 2008 11:24 pm |
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Wow! I guess the MS BF wished he had a camera to take pictures of the FL tourist! 2 hours is an incredible amount of time... I take it there was not a smell or any ultra-sound experiences? Thanks for the initial info DB! Like all the rest - I can't wait for the rest of the story!
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Posted: Tue Apr 22nd, 2008 12:04 am |
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WOW,,,I think i'd been eyeballing him the whole time.
waiting on the rest of the encounter too,
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Posted: Tue Apr 22nd, 2008 04:00 am |
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| Great story DB! I cant wait to hear the rest.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22nd, 2008 04:33 am |
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| Come on, DB. Tell us more. I need my fix!
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Posted: Thu Apr 24th, 2008 02:34 am |
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| OK, THIS IS GOOD START, BUT WHERE'S THE REST?? LOL LOL. I HOPE IT'S SOON , I'M LIKE SOME OF THE REST I NEED A FIX!!! LOL, LOL. GITTER DONE.
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Dixie Banshee
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Posted: Thu Apr 24th, 2008 04:28 am |
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Guys, I can be stubborn as (bleep) when I want to be, but I ain't posting another word till Pat says something. It was his experience and I want him to tell of what happened. He told me he is getting his side together, so give him a word or two of encouragement toward posting about it. He hung in there and I'm proud to have him with me to cover my back in future outings. Need people with nerve's of steel doing what we are trying to do.
Well, Pat? Haha Your turn.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24th, 2008 04:40 am |
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| Not sure about "nerves of steel" on my part. But like in the old days you had to have someone hold the horses. Maybe I could hold the trucks.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24th, 2008 04:48 am |
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| OK PAT,SA, TIME TO GETTER DONE! LOL LOL. I HOPE WHEN THE TIME COMES I WILL BE AS BRAVE AS YOU TWO WERE.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24th, 2008 10:35 pm |
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Pat, inquiring minds need to know.... (and my mind is inquring right now) Sounds like you guys had a really interesting experience. I really can not wait to hear the rest of the report, as I know many others are as well. Good work both of you, I know the rest of the report will be well worth the wait... H.F.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25th, 2008 04:26 pm |
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Here is my long awaited report, my appologies for being tardy with it.
I hade made plans for the week of March 17-23, 2008 to travel to two locations in Mississippi to camp and to engage in further research of the creature commonly referred to as sasquatch. The first three days and nights I spent in southern Mississippi at the home of a family whom had reported to me that they had numerous encounters and interactions with a group or clan of sasquatches. This was to be my third time traveling to this location since October 2007. I spent the first part of my road trip camping at the family's property and attempting to record, audio and thermal imaging video of the activity there. During the previous trip to the southern Mississippi location, I was able to experience an up close and personal experience with a very large visitor to my campsite during the night. I had been talking to DB, for several weeks and I made arrangements to spend the second half of my trip in the northern part of Mississippi with DB. DB had made the itinerary, as far as where we would go, and where we would research. This would be the first time meeting DB, but we quickly became friends, and immediately talked of doing further research together. As I write this, we have made plans for several other excursions, to several different states.
I found DB to be very knowledgeable in not only the subject of bigfoot, but also in many other subjects, such as local history and especially knowledge of all of the other forest wildlife and the animals that live there. He also possesses a sharp wit and is an accomplished smart a**. I liked him immediately. It see4med like we had known each other for years, but in reality we had only just met in person.
I arrived in the town where DV lived late in the afternoon of Thursday, after driving up from the southern part of the state and met him at a local gas station. After introducing ourselves, we went inside to pick up some necessities, and I followed him across town to a grocery store. I stayed with the trucks, and DB went inside to pick up some chicken and other supplies that we planned on cooking over the campfire for dinner. After a few minutes we headed in the direction of the campsite. After leaving town and entering the forest, DB and I talked over the field radios from on vehicle to the other as we drove. He pointed out numerous tree twists, tree breaks and indicated several areas of local bf activity and crossing points.
We arrived at the campsite location approximately an hour before dark. We hastily set up our two tents, and made a campfire in anticipation of the long night ahead. I made a pot of coffee; after all you can’t go bf’ing with out coffee. We spent the next couple of hours, cooking dinner, and talking. The full moon came up in the east and the temperature began to drop. Being from central Florida, I was getting cold so I put on a warm jacket. DB must have been used to it, because he seemed to be comfortable in a tee shirt. After dinner I set up my thermal imager on top of my tent. In order to accomplish this I had previously cut a small hole in the top of my tent. Below this hole I set up a 48” folding table. I set up a small tripod, and then I remove the articulating knuckle that attaches to the camera. In its place I install a length of pvc pipe that extends out through the hole above my tent. On top of the pvc pipe, I re-install the knuckle, and then I mount the thermal imager on that so that it is above my tent. This will allow me to turn the thermal imager while inside the tent in any direction, similar to a periscope. The thermal imager has a video “out” connection that I run through the hole into the tent. Then I can connect this video cable to a portable dvr that has a 7” color screen on it. I finished testing my equipment and put it in the record mode. I then set up a sensitive “shotgun mic”, and connected this to a small digital recorder. This was then placed on the concrete picnic table and pointed out towards the lake. This turned out to be a mistake, as you will find out to my dismay.
While DB and I were talking, he would periodically make a few calls, I noticed across the parking lot, a pair of eyes shining. I noticed that the eyes were maybe 6-7 feet of the ground. I told Db to look in that direction across the parking lot. He commented that it was stationary behind a sign mounted on a post, and seemed to be hiding there. We looked off and on for a few minutes, and I was about to go inside my tent and turn the thermal in that direction to see what it was. Just before I could do that, a car turned into the parking lot and as the headlights swept across the area, the eye shine went lower to the ground and began to move swiftly across the entrance back to the east.
This proved to be the one avenue of escape that would put our watcher directly in front of the approaching vehicle. In the light from the car I saw an rfp in 4x4 mode, streaking across the parking area towards the lake bed. It was so fast I could hardly believe my eyes! It was extremely fast and I only got a glimpse of it as it crossed in front of the car. It was really stretched out,
similar to the way a greyhound would look as it accelerates, but it was much bulkier, and did not have any visible tail. The car did an immediate u turn and quickly left the area. Db and I laughed, and commented that it must have been a young one to make such a bad decision as to run directly in front of the approaching headlights. If it had chosen any other direction to flee, it could have easily slipped away into darkness.
Several hours passed as we continued talking of past experiences with and listening to not only a pack of distant coyotes hunting, but an occasional bf vocalization. Sometime after midnight we heard a vehicle approaching along the roadway above us. As the vehicle came closer, we heard the sound of tires squealing and gravel being kicked up, then the vehicle briefly came to a stop. We looked over between the trees and saw that it was a compact pickup truck. Immediately it accelerated quickly, and it left the area very fast. This occurred very near to the entrance to the campground that we occupied, and maybe 100 yards or so away from us. As the noise from the truck receded in the distance Db made a short call that he represented as a bf call. Almost before he could finish, we clearly heard a low growl from the direction that the driver of the truck had hit their brakes and swerved. The growl came from approximately half the distance between the roadway and our campsite. At the sound of the growl I immediately experienced the hair rise up on my arms and the back of my neck. A few minutes later as we sat in our chairs around the campfire DB says to me “Turn slowly and look over beyond the fire”. I looked in that direction and saw two large, red, glowing eyes. The eyes were approximately 6” – 8” apart and more than 8’-0” off the ground. They were moving back and forth, left to right slowly. As I realized what I was looking at, I could just barely make out the outline of a tall, very stocky, upright human like shape. We were about 30’-” – 40’-0” feet apart from it. We looked at it, it looked at us, and then the eyes began to fade a little bit. They would get brighter, and then dimmer again. The only way that I can explain it is to imagine a dimmer switch being used to dim and brighten a set of red lights. I looked back at DB and said, “We should talk to it”. Then I stood up, moved around the fire so I could see better and said hello. I invited it closer and used my hand to exaggerate a “come here closer” motion. I tried to communicate with it using a few words of Cherokee to convey that we were friendly and meant it no harm. It made no other movement except to gently sway back and forth. After a few minutes of trying to convey that we meant it no harm, I sat back down and we just watched it and continued to talk to each other in low calm voices. It made no move to come closer, but it didn’t make any move to leave either.
The thermal imager was pointed in that direction, and recording. I was positive that there would be a good record of this encounter. We began to relax a little more and just enjoy the experience. We made several more attempts to communicate with it over the next two hours all to no avail. Then we noticed that it had moved to a new location, which provided more cover. We could still see the eyes getting dimmer and brighter. Eventually it left the area silently. We did not notice any particular odors during the entire encounter. By this time it was nearly 4:00 am, and we let the fire die down to embers, and shortly thereafter we both retired to our separate tents.
I awoke at around 9:00 am, to find that DB was already awake.
I had groggily heard several vehicles enter the parking area just after dawn, but didn’t really wake up. When I came out of the tent and started making coffee, DB asks me if I had heard some of the
other people that were nearby talking about us. I said not really, what did they say? He said he clearly overheard someone say, “Those guys have their own security system on their tent”. We laughed about, that as we realized that they had seen the thermal imager mounted above my tent.
We spent the next half hour or so scouting for sign of last nights visitor. It was then that I realized that our visitor was standing slightly down hill and just how close it really was to us. And it was more than likely even larger than I had thought. It stood near to a dead tree trunk, in a small clearing of thorny briers. The clearing was beyond a lower area which looked like it would be normally filled with water, but was dry this time of year.
We walked up to the roadway, and observed the marks left by the truck as it braked hard and fishtailed onto the gravel embankment above us. We couldn’t find any footprints or other sign of the path that our visitor traveled. But there were several obvious tree twists right where we thought that it had crossed the road. This could indicate that it is a well traveled route.
After I got home I reviewed the thermal image video and discovered that the rising heat from the fire prevented the thermal imager from detecting any heat signatures from beyond the campfire. Our visitor had stood across the campfire from the thermal imager. I also discovered that the separate audio recorder didn’t pick up much of anything either. I had it on the pick nick table pointing to the east. The microphone is a “shotgun mic”, and is very sensitive. But it does not pick up sounds from the side or to the rear of it. Unfortunately my luck was all bad this time. My equipment did not record anything of value from the previous night’s experience. I considered last night’s encounter a success because we did make contact with several rfps, despite the obvious shortcomings of equipment placement.
We packed up camp and DB took me to another area for a short hike. More to come of the next two days and night’s adventures.
Pat
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Posted: Fri Apr 25th, 2008 04:58 pm |
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| Thanks Pat - awesome encounter and like the rest, can't wait to hear more!
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Posted: Fri Apr 25th, 2008 05:03 pm |
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That is just too cool.
And thanks for the map!
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Posted: Fri Apr 25th, 2008 09:51 pm |
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Absolutely GREAT report, Pat. The site map was also very well done and most helpful.
It's a shame the recordings and thermals didn't work out. Stay stuck in - it'll come through one day.
I'm sorry your visitor didn't respond to your attempts to communicate. DB should have laid some Choctaw on him. After all, you WERE in north Mississippi.
Again, thanks to both you and DB for the great reports. I consider you to be very fortunate.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25th, 2008 10:15 pm |
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I tried a few words of Choctaw, but he was having none. Actually, I think it was confused, which may be why it stood there as long as it did.
I think you are correct JayB, in that I believe it "growled" because of what had just occurred with the truck. I had made the female "looting" call several hours earlier. It had finally worked its way toward were we were camped, and was attempting to cross the roadway when that truck came down that slope. Between the distraction of trying to locate a "strange female, BF" in its established territory and then discovering that the ones by the campfire were the "strange female, BF" especially after vocalizing another one tone call, it voiced its displeasure with the growl. When the 'growl" did not produce the desired effect (panic/fear) it decided to view us up close and personal, which it did. That may have also "blown" its mind because we did not react in a fashion that it was accustomed to (panic/fear).
It was very intense at first but you could feel the tension calming down. It got to the point where SA and I was carrying on as if it was not standing there. It was one of the most memorial nights I've ever spend researching.
DB
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Posted: Fri Apr 25th, 2008 10:31 pm |
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| Hello Pat, Many thanks for posting as Paul Harvey says,"the rest of the story". I feel that ya'lls night was still a tremendous success even without the audio and video evidence. Ya'll got to sit comfotably by the campfire and view a booger for what must be a record amount of time.I don't know of anyone else on this planet that can claim that fact.I'm anxiously awaiting the description of your entire Mississippi trip. Ya'll just don't really realize just how many folks that you are helping by relating all this information.Again, thank you so much for all of us at ABRF----------TennesseeCherokee----------------
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