It was November of 2010 my father brother and myself go up to the northern
part of Michigan I didn't know it at the time but this is the last time the three
of us would go hunting together my dad had been diagnosed with cancer two
months earlier and it's been five years since the three of us have done punching
together we stay at my dad's friend's cabin we arrive at the cabin and get set
up that evening we go out to the area that's usually best for finding deer my
dad goes with my brother to the western part of this valley I head to the
Southern Open where there's a tower overlooking the valley inline with the
canopy I get up there and then we wait
I hear coyotes off in the distance they start off faint and then they get louder
a single howl overpowers all of the howling from the pack of the coyotes
it didn't sound like a coyote it sounded like a large wolf I looked through my
night-vision scope in the direction of the sound
I see nothing but there's still a ways away
I hear rustling in the leaves down below I slowly peek out and keep shifting my
eyes in the direction of a sound to see if I can pick up an outline of a deer.
I bring up my rifle and look through the scope I can see something that looks
like the outline of a person I thought for a second it was my brother but I
don't see his rifle and he would not have left it
it was too thin or at least not built like my dad
I don't know where the nearest house is and how many neighbors these people have
I just thought it was a little creepy for someone to be out here by themselves
this thing turns its head and I can see a snout there are stories of people
spotting bears in the Lower Peninsula of Michigan I finally spotted one down here
but then I noticed the legs and see how skinny and doglike they are nothing like
a bear I'm not sure what I'm looking at I just continue to stare at it it was
walking at even pace he didn't speed up or slow down it was moving down south
towards me but towards the east more it pretty much stops heading east and then
just continues to go south towards me it walks right to the camping stand where
I'm in
I give here breathing down below I look in between the cracks in the floorboards
I see it looking right up towards me it was a wolf walking and standing at his
hind lights at this point the only thing I could think of I hope this thing can't
climb a ladder this whole time I remained still
but the floorboards between us creak a little as I shift my weight back just a
little bit as the wood creaks I shift my head up and I can hear quick rustling on
the leaves down below I remain in a single stance with the gun pointing
towards a ladder
I believe I hear it walking away but I wait after what felt like ten minutes I
take a couple steps forward and look down the ladder
I don't see anything I get my flashlight in signal in the direction of where my
brother and dad are I was expecting the worst as I was climbing down the ladder
I meet up with my dad and brother and they saw the same thing that I did we
decide to head back to the cabin I was on edge all night but that was the only
time we've ever saw that I haven't gone back since then but I have heard one
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