The witness describes his encounter with an 8-foot-tall, skinny, human-like biped in Kentucky. He was highly disturbed by the incident and wanted to know what it was!
"I’m from Kentucky, and live near the Red River Gorge Geological Area. Lots of wooded areas and people love their guns, including me.
I used to not believe that there was unknown stuff in the woods. I thought, maybe, Bigfoot could be real, but I really doubted it. After this happened, I knew there was something unknown out there.
I had just bought my first AR-15-style rifle (Ruger AR556 for anyone who cares) and bought a 60-round drum magazine for it at Gander Mountain while they were going out of business. Reading up on the drum, I read they were amazing and rarely had any issues at all (this will be important later). A few days after I got it, I finally decided to take it out for a test drive and sight in my gun a little better. Here’s where everything went crazy.
As I said above, Kentucky is super wooded. Three-fourths of the land I lived on was just thick woods. There was a main path for driving our gator and a few small paths our cows had made in the woods. I decided to walk along our creek which had a small path half cleared out by our cows. At the end of the path is a big field our cows graze in and where I sight-in guns when the cows aren’t there. As soon as I crossed the fence to go to the field, I instantly felt like I was being watched, closely. I brushed it off because I’d walked back there a thousand times before and never been bothered by anything.
So, I keep walking and ignore the feeling of being watched, but at the same time, I’m aware of the feeling. I know I feel like I’m being watched, but I wasn’t giving it any noticeable attention. The walk to the field along the creek is very short, maybe two minutes at a slow pace. The further I walked, the more intense the feeling got, like I was getting closer to whatever was watching me. About halfway there, the feeling got so intense, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. The drum magazine I had with me was unloaded, so I stopped and started loading it. I only brought 20 rounds with me because I was just going to sight-in my gun and 20 should’ve been plenty.
So, now I’m stopped, paying extremely close attention to what’s going on around me and loading my magazine. The exact moment I started putting rounds in the drum, I smelled something dead, like it had been dead for a while and rotting in the sun. I started looking around and right behind me was what was left of a possum. It was torn to pieces. It was almost like it was placed there for me to find. The only thing was it looked like it had been dead maybe a day at most, and what I was smelling seemed like it was far more decomposed. This obviously didn’t sit well with me, so I double-timed it on the magazine loading.
I guess I should’ve taken the dead possum as a last chance to turn around.
I decided to keep going. I had never had any problems back there before so I assumed my brain was just being paranoid. I was almost to the field when I saw it. I was at the end of the creek and the feeling of being watched was unbearable. Just as I was near the end of the creek and the edge of the woods, I heard a splash in the water. Being on edge, immediately turned toward the noise, gun ready but no round in the chamber. Walking down the creek away from me was something I will never forget.
At least 8 feet tall, probably taller. Very skinny. Imagine a grown man who weighs 120 pounds. Now stretch him out to be 8 feet tall but his body width stays the same. Very long arms and it walked on two legs. Skin stretched tightly across its body. It made no noise (aside from the splash when it stepped in the creek) while it walked. It also had a very weird walk, almost like a waddle, but taking large steps. But that could’ve been because it was on a muddy creek bank. It was also a light brown color, almost like the color of a deer. That’s all I can remember about it right now, I will edit it later if I remember anything else.
Now I know why I felt like I was being watched. Magazine loaded, bolt ready to send a round in the chamber. Remember what I said about the magazine being extremely reliable? I press the bolt release on the gun to chamber a round just in case this monstrous thing decides to attack (I did not intend on striking first). The round gets stuck somehow and doesn’t even budge out of the magazine. I had never used that magazine before, so it didn’t fail from heavy use. A bolt closing from a gun has enough force to break your finger, so why didn’t this magazine work? My only guess is that thing had something to do with it. The magazine never worked right again and I had to return it to Magpul. Needless to say, I didn’t tell them this happened, I just told them the magazine failed several times. Anyway, back to the thing. Gun jammed on the first round, which is usually the easiest. The thing books it out of there without running or making a noise. I had just long enough exposure to it to get the details I provided about it.
Now, for assumptions. It happened in late May. I still have the emails from Magpul regarding the drum, so I’m using those as references because, after this, I needed something reliable. As for what the creature was, a friend, who knows more about this stuff than I do has decided it could have been a Wendigo.
The reason we think Wendigo is because everything I described matches them nearly perfectly. I had read that they are incredibly thin and tall, have a stench of death that follows them everywhere (explains the smell at the possum), are very fast, can be several colors, light brown included, and they sometimes violently kill other animals to scare humans (again, the possum). The only thing that we couldn’t come up with is its behavior. Why am I still alive? Wendigos are supposed to be incredibly aggressive. Aside from watching me, it did nothing. Didn’t try to attack or confront me, it ran from me like it was scared or trying to draw me where it wanted me.
This being said I have never had another encounter with it. I have gone to the same field taking the same path expecting to be watched and have not gotten that feeling of being watched as strongly as that day. Something was out there and you can’t convince me otherwise. I’ve tried to trick myself into thinking I’m being watched out there and it still had no comparison between that day.
Please ask if anyone else in the comments may have any questions you’d like me to answer. I just need to talk about it to help get it off my chest. Also, does anyone have any information on what I might have seen or a better guess? I need to know what is in my woods!" J
NOTE: Several similar sightings have been reported in the Red River Gorge of Kentucky for many years. One of those accounts can be found at Red River Gorge, Kentucky: GLIMMER MAN, BIZARRE HUMANOID, & PRIMAL SCREAMS! Are these crawler humanoids, or something different? Lon
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