I have hunted bear, bobcat coon with my hounds, i am a trapper and outdoorsman. My church is the timber. I had a legally owned pet bear. I truly understand ol ursus americanus [bear]. This wasn’t ursus.
“My son in law and I were running our hounds on coon that night. There is a lot of country past green lake up into the hicki marsh and eventually the seney….The dogs treed deep. i went to a high spot to vantage my hearing on them. My radio tracker could barely read them. Its range in wooded areas is about 7 miles. i kept swinging it around slowly trying to gain a good reading. i could smell something foul. While swinging my coonlight in the direction of the antenna i noticed in the spruce a set of eyes next to the deer run on this ridge. Coonhunting you see a lot of different eye shine. i shrugged and swung the tracker when i swung back into the trail toward the truck the trail was filled with an animal twenty feet in front of me. It was around 8 feet tall, long arms with fingers, barrel chested and pot bellied. The eyes were close and deep set but aggressive in its gaze, the mouth was agape. My goodness, the ears were small. We just looked at each other frozen. it grabbed a very large spruce, wrapping its hand around it. its hair was black to brown not long, not short, the nose flat, with a face not covered in hair like its body. i really don’t remember how it left. To this day i haven’t run the hounds up there. It was the only time i left my hounds in the woods. in the morning after sleeping a bit i rode up (nervous as hell) to try and find the hounds by myself as my son in law went to work.”