A northern California deer hunter and his young son are in the local wilderness when they hear rock-slapping sounds. The activity, plus a later incident, frightens them.
"My mom was a missionary with the tribes in southern Alaska and I grew up with stories of weird events. I'm in northern California, about 10 minutes from the Oregon border along the coast in the heart of the Redwoods.
Six years ago my son and I were out deer hunting. We had taken an old logging road that went off the main logging road. It went off about two miles. At the end was regrowth and a couple more roads and trails that took off downhill. I had my seven-year-old son pick a road to take. We headed down for a half mile when we came to a small creek. We continued down another half mile or so to a plateau where we sat and listened and glassed the area.
After about 15 or so minutes we began to hear rock slapping together. My son looked at me and asked, "What's that dad?" I had no idea. I've been hunching for 20-plus years and never heard anything like that. I told him to get up and head back to the truck. The rock slapping lasted five or so minutes. We made our way back slowly still trying to hunt but also listening to any other 'out of the normal' sounds.
We're about halfway back to the creek and we heard something coming right at us, running through the brush and trees. I raised my rifle to almost shoulder level. Then a deer popped out, running at my son and me. It went around past us not no more than 10 feet. As I stood there the first thought was it should be scared of us, but it ran right at us. My next thought was whatever it was running from was bigger than us.
My son was on edge and I said let's head back. The part I'll never forget is when we hit the small creek we had stopped earlier there was a sapling about five inches in diameter that was snapped over and blocking the way. As soon as my son saw that he looked at me with utter fear in his eyes and began to run the whole way back to the truck. As he was running to the truck, I was trying to calm him down and try to get my mind in control. The rock slapping begins again. We reached the truck, jumped in, and left. He was in tears and said that he never wanted to go back to that spot.
Every year we go hunting he brings up that event. I still consider myself lucky to still have him go hunting with me after that event. I know if it were me at that age I would never want to go in the woods again."
Transcribed source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrroN6cxBmg
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