Posted by: Chester Moore on November 6th, 2015
In 1995, while spending time in the thorn and cactus-filled wilds of South Texas, I heard a crazy story about a bowhunter who was startled by unusual loud cries coming from the creek bottom he was hunting.
As his adrenaline production went into overload, he pondered what might be making that sound and why it was coming his direction. The sounds got louder and louder, so he readied an arrow just incase.
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