The Animal Butcher

The Animal Butcher

The Animal Butcher

My family used to take vacations up in Canada.  We would go fishing and and just enjoy the wilderness.  We went every year when I was little.  One year when I was 17 I decided to take a trip up there by myself.  My parents trusted me so they let me go.  I think they liked the idea of me not playing video games for a few days.

I was really excited to go by myself and have a solo adventure.  I felt so exhilarated.  I brought my camping supplies, some food, and fishing equipment but no weapons other than a couple of knives for filleting and a buck knife.  I did bring my phone but there was no reception up there.

My second day there I went deep into the woods exploring.  I saw tons of animals and the forest was alive with creatures.  I was checking out plants and trees all sorts of stuff.  My only concern at the time was bears.  I did not see any.

I found a pile of rocks.  They looked to be placed there by someone.  They were built into a little structure like about 2 feet tall.  I thought it was weird because there were very few people around, and why would someone do that anyway?

I shrugged and continued on with my adventure.  Maybe a few hundred yards or so I found another one, then another.  I saw maybe five or six around.  It was kind of creepy.  Who did this and why?

Then I stumbled upon an old torn tent.  At first I thought someone must have abandoned it.  It was so dirty and torn all over.  I decided to go check it out.  Afterall, I was on an adventure.  There were tons of beer bottles and cans laying around.  I could see into the tent and no one was there.  So I looked around.  There were empty shells and casing lying around so I figured this guy must have been some kind of hunter.

I took a close look into the tent.  The smell was almost overwhelming.  There were animal carcasses everywhere.  They were mostly small game left there to rot.  All of them were cut open and the innards were left laying around.  Blood puddled in parts of the tent and was never cleaned.  I began to realize that this tent was not abandoned.  Whoever used it was there not too long ago.  The casings weren’t overly rusted and the bottles were fresh.  There was supplies in the tent and a LOT of knives.  This guy wasn’t eating these animal, he was just torturing them and cutting them open, removing the insides and leaving it all around his campsite and in his tent.  I thought, “how could anyone sleep with that stench?”

I figured I better get out of there and started on my way back.  As I stated of I noticed a very large man in a clearing not far from the tent.  He was HUGE standing at least 6’6″.  He was holding a rabbit by the scruff of its neck.  It was still alive barely and dripping blood.  I did not see a gun but he had a very large knife.  The man looked like an evil Grizzly Adams.  He had a big beard and and looked disgustingly unclean.  He probably smelt as bad as the rotting carcasses.

He stopped in his tracks and just stared at me.  My heart was beating so fast and I was almost petrified with fear.  I don’t think I was ever so afraid and scared in my whole life.  I said I was sorry and that I was just passing through.  He didn’t move, he didn’t speak, I don’t think he even blinked.  I began walking fast to get away from him.  I looked back hoping he was not following me.  I was greatly relieved to see he still hadn’t moved.

After I was maybe fifty yards away or so, I heard this horrible extremely loud blood curdling scream.  It was almost demonic and almost more of a growl.  It was so loud I thought he was right behind me.  He wasn’t thank God.  His scream lasted forever.  I just ran as fast as I could.  It almost felt like I was flying over the ground I was moving so fast.

He continued with that screaming for a long time and I still heard him after I was long gone from there.  I’m guessing he just wanted to scare me away but I have no doubt this guy would have had no problem cutting me up like those poor animals.  I was sure he had to be the one to place the rock piles around.  It must have been some kind of marker or signal but who was it for?

I later referred to this guy as “the animal butcher.”  Needless to say I never went that direction again.  I thought if I ever saw one of those rock mounds again, I would just turn around right back the way I came.

On a positive note, I did get my adventure.

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