Honey Island Swamp

By miller4546

#173 · Jul 5, 2009 (Edited)

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My encounter..Honey Island Swamp . Slidell, Louisiana

My Uncle Bobby spent all his time in the Honey Island swamp--as well as my father(may he rest in peace)-- fishing, hunting, and camping. And of course, drinking.

The Timberwolf

One morning we went to bait traps and go check lines, and off on one of the banks was a timber wolf. My uncle said that he never saw one in the swamp before, only in the timber areas of it. Very odd.

So we went on fishing. Later that night at the camp as we returned, I was in the front of the boat and as soon as we docked I jumped, out not even looking. Now, my father and uncle always made me wrap the rope around my hand in case of alligator attack--or something...they would never say..

My uncle suddenly threw the boat in reverse and I went in the water. My father grabbed my arm and yanked me back into the boat. My uncle started shooting. I thought it was an alligator fixing to get me.

Come to find out, the that timber wolf followed us all the way back to the camp and when I got out of the boat he was going to jump me/ pounce me. My uncle killed it, 4 feet from where I was standing....a timberwolf is very big and aggressive. Five .44 magnum shots killed it.. in this story i was 14y/o

The Thing

4 years later, we were getting ready to run lines. Me and my father got to the swamp really late. The road was muddy and even with high beams and fog light on, it was dark. The Honey Island swamp is a very scary and dark place at night. You can not see 10 feet in front with a truck light on and my uncle was already there field dressing about 15 catfish and a logger head turtle.

Once we got there, my uncle called my father over to him. When I started to walk over, my father told me to get the gear and food out of the truck. My uncle was basically raised in the swamp and knew everything about it,. smells, water changes, everything.. if something was wrong, he would know.

My uncle and father was out side fixing to start drinking. They kept looking around as if something was wrong. I asked but they ignored me and told me to stop talking. I was trying to decide whether or not I'd drink some moon shine. Right when i was going to drink some, there was a loud crash, something running in the woods, and the sound of thumping on a tree.

My father and uncle reached inside and grabbed the biggest guns they could find and gave me a .45 to shoot. They told me if I see anything move to shoot and not to stop until I run out.

My uncle had a .44 mag and an AR 15 , my father had a 10 gauge shotgun and a .50 caliber pistol. My father and uncle turned on the lights all around the camp. And it seemed like you could see something moving right outside of the lights were the dark started--and it had amber colored eyes.

It looked like something crouched down and when it stood up, it was freaking big you could tell. The smell would gag you. Horrible smell, rotten eggs,and sewer.

They shot a couple of rounds in the direction of the sound and there was a loud high pitched scream that would make the hair all over your body stand on end. It was not human. I will be honest, after I heard that , i pissed myself. I never heard that before.

They stayed up all night long talking about the thing and the next morning they searched the area and found a log that was broken off a limb, 10 feet up in the tree. There was a little blood trail that went deep into the wooded areas where my uncle said that it is not safe to go. That right there scared me shitless,and to this day. I will never step foot in the Honey Island Swamp again....

On my uncles deathbed, I asked him about it and he told me to ask my father. And I did. My father was diagnosed with leukemia in 2007 and died after 3 months. Prior to his death, he told me a story about a Honey Island swamp monster.

It was big and hairy like a bigfoot. Reddish hair that was short on body but somewhat long on the head and neck area. And when he smells blood and rotting organs (fish and turtle guts) it will come up to the area and try to scare you off. Or possibly attack. It could rip the throat out of a wild swamp boar with one slash of the arm.

If you think I am bull shitting you. my father asked me to promise him for me never to go in there ever.. and that is one promise that I will keep till I die.

www.honeyislandswampmonster.com

you tell me what you think. the thought of that thing will haunt me till the day i die

#Area/Swamp #Creature/Humanoid/Bigfoot #Animal/Wolves