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All in the family would go to the woods in Upton, Maine and stay until they got enough Deer Meat to last the winter. It was an all day trip to reach the camp by horse and buggy. Sometimes it would take more than a week to get all the deer they needed. I can remember my dad telling the story of one trip he went on as a very young child in the early 1900s. They had some deer hanging from a tree near the back of the camp. He and his dad and mother were sleeping on the top bunk up near the roof. In the middle of the night a wildcat climbed up onto the roof and started to screech something awful and it scared him so bad he was afraid to be out in the woods after dark for the rest of his life. True story!!! Milt Black Bear Blog

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Barry

Nice story. I have had a few experiences with the screeches of a wild cat, and anyone who ever says they don’t raise the hair on the back of your neck, is a flat out liar. Especially at night. They are definitely not something you ever forget.

But the only thing fear in the woods after dark are aliens and bigfoot ( a little bone for walph’s minions)
jes

Reminds me of the time I was followed through the woods by a screaming bobcat. About as scary as anything that’s happened to me. The bobcat must have been rabid, and that made it even more scary, but that cat tracked me through the woods, getting closer and closer, with every scream, until it finally quit, when it was real close. It must have seen me waiting up the old treestand with my .30-30, and had enough sense left in it to leave. That old stand looked mighty good, even though it was probably more dangerous to climb than what the cat could do, but it was the only place where that cat couldn’t sneak up on me in all the thicket. After an hour of waiting, which is always the worst of it, he must have left, without showing himself, and I climbed down, still pretty rattled! i think those must have been homesteaders, though, in the photo, as they probably wouldn’t have bothered to tote that huge sharpening wheel along on just a hunt. But it would have been indispensable for sharpening hoes, and shovels and the like, at least for a long stay….

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