Speaker 1: I've never told this story to anyone. Government men said
Speaker 1: they'd place me in a military prison and seize all
Speaker 1: my family's property. If I did not wanting to see
Speaker 1: my family lose the homestead, I've kept my mouth shut. However,
Speaker 1: my doctor recently gave me a pretty sad outlook. Seems
Speaker 1: I only have a short time here left on earth.
Speaker 1: The family no longer has any interest in the home place,
Speaker 1: so I figured it was time. I want to get
Speaker 1: this story out for all the world to hear. I
Speaker 1: was born in southeast Kentucky in nineteen sixty four to
Speaker 1: a newly married young couple. I actually think they married
Speaker 1: because Mama got pregnant with me. Not long after that,
Speaker 1: my father was drafted and sent off to Vietnam. Mama
Speaker 1: and me stayed with papau down at the head of
Speaker 1: a holler. Mama passed away while I was still ins
Speaker 1: so the arrangement worked out fine with Paul. Paul having
Speaker 1: a woman around to take over Malma's housework and cooking
Speaker 1: were just the ticket. My days were spent playing with
Speaker 1: my cousin Scott, who everyone calls Scooter. My father was
Speaker 1: the youngest of seven brothers, and Scooter's Daddy was the oldest,
Speaker 1: even so Scooter was a month younger than me. Being
Speaker 1: so close in age made us naturally close in all things.
Speaker 1: The years passed in a hazy daydream of woods and
Speaker 1: streams and rocky hillsides to explore and conquer without a
Speaker 1: care in the world. And then, one hot July day,
Speaker 1: the year Scooter and I were set to start school,
Speaker 1: a couple of soldiers showed up at Paupaul's door in
Speaker 1: their dress uniforms. I thought it was my dad. He'd
Speaker 1: been gone since before my memories were formed, so I
Speaker 1: couldn't have known that these men were not my father,
Speaker 1: but the bearers of bad news that my father wasn't
Speaker 1: ever coming home. We didn't even get to bury his body,
Speaker 1: just an empty pine box meant to represent him. I
Speaker 1: guess it was fitting. He'd been absent from my world
Speaker 1: and life, and now he was absent in death as well.
Speaker 1: School started and it wasn't easy for me. I mourned
Speaker 1: never having known my dad more than I mourned his death,
Speaker 1: but Scooter was there for me and helped me get
Speaker 1: through it. Now I was finally beginning to adjust and
Speaker 1: move forward when one day, as we were getting off
Speaker 1: the bus. Papa was waiting for us at the stop.
Speaker 1: This was something he never did now. I could tell
Speaker 1: by the look on his face that he was worried. Boy,
Speaker 1: I got some bad news for you, he said, looking
Speaker 1: right at me. Your mama has run off. Apparently she'd
Speaker 1: gotten daddy's insurance check, packed her suitcase, and drove off
Speaker 1: in the old truck. I never saw her again. To
Speaker 1: this day, I don't know if she was alive or dead.
Speaker 1: I can't even remember what she or Daddy either one
Speaker 1: looked like. I guess that was the best thing that
Speaker 1: could have happened to me. There's no telling what my
Speaker 1: life would have been like with her. Pap Paul could
Speaker 1: have sent me to an orphanage, but he didn't. Instead,
Speaker 1: Scooter's mom and dad took me and raised me as
Speaker 1: their own. I quit calling them Uncle Ruths Shaw and
Speaker 1: Aunt Annie, and I started calling them mom and Dad.
Speaker 1: They were my parents, and they never treated me as
Speaker 1: anything less than a son. Life was tough in those years,
Speaker 1: and Dad worked hard, driving a coal truck and sometimes
Speaker 1: lumber rigs, but he didn't make much money. Scooter and
Speaker 1: me rarely got new clothes. We tended to wear our
Speaker 1: uncle's old clothes that were stored away at Pappau's. Our
Speaker 1: genes were generally full of holes, almost never the right length,
Speaker 1: and always out of fashion. We took some ribbing for that,
Speaker 1: but a few bloody noses and black eyes soon taught
Speaker 1: the bullies that we were nothing they wanted to mess with.
Speaker 1: The next year was the first time that I remember
Speaker 1: Dad closing up all the windows and setting bars to
Speaker 1: hold them in place. For the next month and a half,
Speaker 1: we were not allowed to leave the yard. We had
Speaker 1: to use the chamber pot or bucket after dark instead
Speaker 1: of going to the outhouse. There was a well at
Speaker 1: the edge of the porch, but once everything fell, neither Scooter,
Speaker 1: me nor our sisters were ever allowed to be out there.
Speaker 1: If we heard the coyotes howling. Even Mom wouldn't go outside,
Speaker 1: and Dad brought all the livestock into the lower pasture
Speaker 1: next to the house and moved all the chickens to
Speaker 1: the coop closest to the house as well. Six weeks
Speaker 1: or so later, about the time it got to be Halloween,
Speaker 1: the coyotes would quit howling and things would go back
Speaker 1: to normal. This was the routine every year. Right after
Speaker 1: schools started, Dad would spend a week locking down the
Speaker 1: house and moving livestock. All the neighbors did the same,
Speaker 1: all because of a pack of coyotes moving through the area.
Speaker 1: We would occasionally lose head of livestock or a dog
Speaker 1: wouldn't come home. There always seemed to be a tree
Speaker 1: limb that fell on the chicken coop that time of year,
Speaker 1: with a few hens coming up missing. One early mid
Speaker 1: July morning, the year I turned twelve, our oldest sister
Speaker 1: Ella came tearing down the road in her ragged old
Speaker 1: truck as hard as she could run it. She'd gotten
Speaker 1: married the year before, and she and her new husband
Speaker 1: lived in a trailer across the haller. She pulled into
Speaker 1: the yard and Dad ran out to the truck. Minutes later,
Speaker 1: she was headed back down the road and Dad was
Speaker 1: coming back up to the porch where me and Scooter
Speaker 1: were standing. Back then, Papaul was the only one in
Speaker 1: the holler with the phone, so this was the only
Speaker 1: means of communication. We had. Boys, get you guns and
Speaker 1: meet me at the truck. He told us we'd both
Speaker 1: been giving Stevens four tens for our tenth birthdays. It
Speaker 1: must have cost a fortune. To get us both guns,
Speaker 1: and our birthdays being only a month apart. I can't
Speaker 1: imagine how much Mom and Dad did without to make
Speaker 1: that happen, but it's a tradition in our family, and
Speaker 1: Dad was never one to break with tradition. We listened
Speaker 1: as Dad explained to Mom that Ella's husband Bo had
Speaker 1: gone squirrel hunting last night and he didn't come home.
Speaker 1: It wasn't squirrel season, but back then, hunting seasons were
Speaker 1: easy to overlook when one had an empty stomach. Ella
Speaker 1: couldn't come to the house last night because her truck
Speaker 1: had no headlights and she didn't dare walk it. She
Speaker 1: just sat and cried all night. We got our guns
Speaker 1: and we headed to Paul Paul's. When we arrived, our
Speaker 1: uncles were all there waiting for us, along with as
Speaker 1: many of our cousins who still lived in the air
Speaker 1: and were old enough to handle guns. All told, there
Speaker 1: were probably thirty of us. Everyone was carrying shotguns and
Speaker 1: had pistols strapped to their hips. Papa A walked over
Speaker 1: to Scooter and me and handed us five forty five
Speaker 1: long coat cartridges to use instead of shotgun shells. We
Speaker 1: all knew both secret squirrel spot was at the top
Speaker 1: of the ridge where the beech nut and red oaks
Speaker 1: grew near the big rocks. He was careless to leave
Speaker 1: all his cigarette butts and spent shotgun shells laying around
Speaker 1: when he was done for the day. He was the
Speaker 1: only one in the family who owned a twenty gage.
Speaker 1: My dad called it a lady's gun, since there wasn't
Speaker 1: a tree or rocking those hills that we didn't know.
Speaker 1: Wasn't long before we discovered his spot and started hunting
Speaker 1: it as well. Of course, we were all smart enough
Speaker 1: to pick up our shells and not leave signs of
Speaker 1: anyone having been there. We marched up the mountain like
Speaker 1: a small army in Sir of Bow. Thirty minutes later
Speaker 1: we were standing in the middle of the rocks. In
Speaker 1: a few minutes after that, cousin Leroy found Bow's gun.
Speaker 1: The barrels bent all the way back until it was
Speaker 1: touching the other end. Then Uncle Barry turned to his
Speaker 1: brothers and he urgently ordered them to get the boys
Speaker 1: off the mountain. Now he'd found a boot. It was
Speaker 1: Bo's boot, and Bo's bloody foot was still in it.
Speaker 1: I was still trying to imagine how Bow's foot could
Speaker 1: still have been in the boot when I heard the
Speaker 1: coyotes howling all around us. They were so loud, but
Speaker 1: we couldn't see him. Suddenly we were headed back down
Speaker 1: the mountain, but my mind was still on the boot.
Speaker 1: Had something biting his leg into had it been twisted off?
Speaker 1: How did Bow lose his foot? We got back to
Speaker 1: Paul Paul's and someone called the state troopers. They showed
Speaker 1: up with bloodhounds and a game warden. Dad and his brothers,
Speaker 1: along with some of the other cousins, took the officers
Speaker 1: up to the spot where they found the boot. The
Speaker 1: troopers turned loose to hounds, but they started whining and
Speaker 1: they refused to follow the trail. They ran back down
Speaker 1: to the cruisers and sat and waited to be let
Speaker 1: back inside. They all came back to Paupov's house, where
Speaker 1: the game warden began preaching to all of us about
Speaker 1: hunting out of season. He claimed it was a bear
Speaker 1: that killed Bow and drug him off. Dad, clearly upset
Speaker 1: by the game warden's words, walked him back out to
Speaker 1: his car. We could all clearly hear him tell the
Speaker 1: game warden that should he ever speak to his family,
Speaker 1: that way again, he would be wishing that it was
Speaker 1: a bear that had hold of him. He also told
Speaker 1: him not to ever come on the property or speak
Speaker 1: to his family again, or it would not end well
Speaker 1: for him. There might not even be a boot left
Speaker 1: of view to find. Dad said, me and my brothers
Speaker 1: drag you up on that ridge. Our family wasn't known
Speaker 1: for being bad or violent, but we were tough and
Speaker 1: we knew what it took to survive. Dad spent that
Speaker 1: night sitting on the front porch with a shotgun. There
Speaker 1: weren't many deer in that part of Kentucky back then,
Speaker 1: so no one felt the need on a rifle. A
Speaker 1: shotgun was all we had. The next day, all the
Speaker 1: uncles were busy getting the livestock rounded up and closing
Speaker 1: up the house. We even parked the tractor against the
Speaker 1: cellar door. Once we secured our house, they went to
Speaker 1: Papas's to do the same. Then they went to the
Speaker 1: next to ken down the road, and so on and
Speaker 1: so on. The entire community batten down in just two days.
Speaker 1: That year, we buried Bow's foot next to my father's
Speaker 1: pine box. Ellen moved in with Paupaul, and she never
Speaker 1: once went back to her trailer, not even for her clothes.
Speaker 1: She just started wearing Mamaw's clothes. That year, we lost
Speaker 1: some cattle we never found them alive or dead, and
Speaker 1: our neighbors and cousins lost animals as well. Uncle Barry's
Speaker 1: big german shepherd, Goliath, was found dead hanging about twenty
Speaker 1: feet up in a tree behind his barn. He was
Speaker 1: missing his legs and his head was twisted completely around,
Speaker 1: with the spine broken in half. The poor dog's head
Speaker 1: was just hanging from the torso by its skin. At night,
Speaker 1: our house was pelted with rocks and sticks that kept
Speaker 1: us awake in our beds. Dad was so upset that
Speaker 1: the coodes had come over a month early that year
Speaker 1: and that he had not been prepared for him. Kept
Speaker 1: asking himself what signs he had missed. The next year,
Speaker 1: he was ready early, but the codies came back at
Speaker 1: their normal time. There seemed to be more of them though.
Speaker 1: That was when he finally told me in scooter the truth.
Speaker 1: It wasn't coyotes we'd been protecting ourselves from. It was well,
Speaker 1: I had no idea what a booger was, so Dad
Speaker 1: tried its best to explain to us that boogers were
Speaker 1: part man and part beast. Every year since our ancestors
Speaker 1: came to the valley, the biggers would come through and
Speaker 1: kill either livestock or people. Our forefathers were some of
Speaker 1: the first settlers to venture through the Cumberland Gap, and
Speaker 1: no booger was going to run us off. It was
Speaker 1: their house that we had heard at night when the
Speaker 1: windows were boarded up. They were the ones who threw
Speaker 1: the rocks and sticks at the house. Dad warned us
Speaker 1: that they were always watching us and would grab anyone
Speaker 1: who wandered off alone or got too close to the woods.
Speaker 1: They were the reason we used the chamber pot at
Speaker 1: night and never ventured out on the porch for water
Speaker 1: after dark. We had a lot of calves born that year,
Speaker 1: more than we'd ever had before or since. Dad herded
Speaker 1: them into the barn at night with the heifers and
Speaker 1: barricaded them them in. One night, we awoke to what
Speaker 1: sounded like a train running through the building full of
Speaker 1: dry two by fours. The next morning we discovered the
Speaker 1: barn doors completely ripped off of the building. Five of
Speaker 1: the calves were missing, and one of the heifers lay
Speaker 1: dead in the barn. Her intestines were completely gone. The
Speaker 1: other cattle were huddled up next to the house or
Speaker 1: down at Paul Pau's. That was a rough year. We
Speaker 1: lost several more head of cattle before the boogers moved on.
Speaker 1: One of Paul Paul's bulls was killed. Its head had
Speaker 1: been torn off its body and dropped over one hundred
Speaker 1: yards away, right in the middle of the road. It
Speaker 1: was a devastating loss, and people brought heifers from all
Speaker 1: over to breed with his bull, trading hogs, goats, sheep, chickens,
Speaker 1: tools and guns for the right. One time, someone even
Speaker 1: traded him five pheasants, which he loved in a big, old, mean,
Speaker 1: loud peacock. Over the next few years they came back,
Speaker 1: but they were never as mean as they'd been from
Speaker 1: nineteen seventy six to seventy eight. Eventually, Scooter and me
Speaker 1: graduated school and we went straight to the recruiter's office.
Speaker 1: We planned to always be together and to have each
Speaker 1: other's back, but somehow we ended up in two different
Speaker 1: branches of the service. Scooter ended up in Special Forces
Speaker 1: and I became a sniper, although I never had to
Speaker 1: use the skill in battle. Man was I good at it. Meanwhile,
Speaker 1: Scooter became a regular badass. He got to where he
Speaker 1: could creep up on anybody and put them in a
Speaker 1: hole that Hulk Hogan couldn't escape. But until then he'd
Speaker 1: never bested me at wrestling, and after he honed his skills,
Speaker 1: I'd just lie down to save energy and give up. Well.
Speaker 1: During our six to eight years of military service, both
Speaker 1: Scooter and I sent our money home. We sent he
Speaker 1: signed our checks and sent them to Dad. The army
Speaker 1: fed us and clothed this and put a roof over
Speaker 1: our heads, so we didn't need it for that. We'd
Speaker 1: never had spending money growing up, so we wouldn't have
Speaker 1: known what to do with it anyway, And unbeknownst to us,
Speaker 1: Dad was putting all that money into bank accounts for us.
Speaker 1: Scooter was discharged in nineteen eighty nine. He'd fallen in
Speaker 1: love while on leave, and he married a woman named Susan.
Speaker 1: He brought her back to our little valley to settle,
Speaker 1: about five miles from Dad and Paul. Paul's and I
Speaker 1: stayed in for a couple more years until I was
Speaker 1: involved in an attack during the first weeks of desert
Speaker 1: storm and was sent home on a medical I ride
Speaker 1: back in Kentucky in October of that year. The boy
Speaker 1: was excited when Dad showed me my deposit book. I
Speaker 1: had nearly two hundred thousand dollars. I was rich, and
Speaker 1: by the end of the week, I'd purchase to brand
Speaker 1: new F two fifty and a Yamaha three point fifty
Speaker 1: Big Bear. To my surprise, Scooter had the same quad.
Speaker 1: We decided right away that we'd hit the deer woods
Speaker 1: on opening day back at the family farm. We still
Speaker 1: had our stands there from when we were in high school,
Speaker 1: and the boogers would have been gone for over a month
Speaker 1: by then. That Saturday, two weeks before Thanksgiving felt like
Speaker 1: it would never arrive. I had purchased a Browning three
Speaker 1: to eight and picked up an Army surplus sniper scope
Speaker 1: for it. I must have looked over one hundred of
Speaker 1: them before I found one that I liked, and I
Speaker 1: had it sighted in within five shots, and I was
Speaker 1: ready to go. The day finally arrived and I picked
Speaker 1: up Scooter at four thirty am. We hit our quads
Speaker 1: in the middle of a big honeysuckle thicket and we're
Speaker 1: slipping up the mountain before five, and by five point
Speaker 1: fifteen we were seated in our stands. We always set
Speaker 1: our stands within sight of each other. He liked a tall, straight,
Speaker 1: white oak on the top of the ridge, and I
Speaker 1: much preferred an aar looking twisted old tree on the
Speaker 1: flat about one hundred and fifty to two hundred yards away.
Speaker 1: The morning was so quiet we could hear a nut
Speaker 1: drop from a tree one hundred yards away. Nothing was
Speaker 1: moving as we waited for the sun to rise. Sometime
Speaker 1: between six thirty and seven, the calm was shattered all
Speaker 1: at once as a young buck barreled down the trail
Speaker 1: right at me at breakneck speed. It ran past my
Speaker 1: tree stand without slowing down. Just as night was beginning
Speaker 1: to fade in today, I glanced over at a scooter
Speaker 1: and saw a couple of doughs moving toward him. They
Speaker 1: were acting nervous, and they looked as though they'd been
Speaker 1: running for quite a while. They kept looking behind them
Speaker 1: as if they were being chased. So I followed their
Speaker 1: line of sight down to the flat, where I could
Speaker 1: see movement in the shadows of the woods. I couldn't
Speaker 1: see him clearly, but I knew it was a troop
Speaker 1: of boogers and we were in the middle of their hunt.
Speaker 1: I turned to yell to Scooter, let's get out of here.
Speaker 1: But before I could get the words out, he shot
Speaker 1: and I saw a big dough fall to the ground.
Speaker 1: He hadn't even moved yet when I saw something huge
Speaker 1: moving in on him from his blind side. This thing
Speaker 1: was tall enough to reach up and pull Scooter out
Speaker 1: of the stand. That stand was fifteen feet off the ground.
Speaker 1: There was no time to yell. I simply pulled the
Speaker 1: browning up, put my crosshairs on the creature's neck where
Speaker 1: the base of the skulls should be, but there was
Speaker 1: no neck. I prided myself on always taking neck shots
Speaker 1: and training, I knew that shot would bring down anything
Speaker 1: and everything without so much as a twitch. I had
Speaker 1: to look for the next kill shot at the temple
Speaker 1: right behind the eye. I knew if I went center masts,
Speaker 1: I might not take out enough vital organs to keep
Speaker 1: the beasts from reaching Scooter before dying. With the mechanical
Speaker 1: precision that comes from years of training, I pulled the
Speaker 1: trigger and watched as the booger crumbled into a lifeless heat.
Speaker 1: Scooter spun around just in time to see the creature
Speaker 1: hit the ground. He was trying to get his safety
Speaker 1: belt undone so he could get down from the stand.
Speaker 1: I never used one because I had a lot of
Speaker 1: limbs to bounce off between me and the ground. The
Speaker 1: hills and hollers came to life with howls unlike anything
Speaker 1: I could ever have imagined. Rocks and sticks were thrown
Speaker 1: at us from every direction, and more roarers, even deeper
Speaker 1: and louder, answered the first howls. They were moving in fast,
Speaker 1: and Scooter hit the ground and ran toward the quads.
Speaker 1: All was seconds behind, having jumped down from the tree.
Speaker 1: We climbed onto the quads and I saw all two
Speaker 1: huge buggers coming at us from just two or three
Speaker 1: hundred yards down the trail that we'd come up on.
Speaker 1: We had a millisecond to decide stay or fight or run.
Speaker 1: I don't think Scooter had any faith in the damage
Speaker 1: his little two forty three would do to one of
Speaker 1: those things. He started his bike and I followed suit,
Speaker 1: and we took off, flying down the trail toward Uncle Berry's.
Speaker 1: There was no way that we'd be able to make
Speaker 1: it to Paul, Paul's or Dad's without going through the buggers,
Speaker 1: and I never dreamed those bikes would come off that
Speaker 1: mountain so fast. All the while we could hear what
Speaker 1: sounded like a herd of elephants running through the woods
Speaker 1: all around us. It was balls to the wall when
Speaker 1: we hit the edge of the woods. Richard Petty and A. J. Foyt,
Speaker 1: running shine and being chased by revenuers would have had
Speaker 1: a hard time catching up with us. Our lives dependent
Speaker 1: on how fast we could make those bikes go. Uncle
Speaker 1: Barry was already at the fence with his rifle in hand.
Speaker 1: He raised his rifle and he shot past us. As
Speaker 1: we reached him, he yelled getting the house, and I
Speaker 1: noticed that his house was all boarded up and his
Speaker 1: livestock were in the corral. That's when I realized the
Speaker 1: buggers had come late that year and we hadn't known
Speaker 1: about it. Both Scooter and I had lost our weapons
Speaker 1: on the way out, so Uncle Barry ushered us inside
Speaker 1: and armed us with two of his You boys really
Speaker 1: stirred up a hornet's nest this time, he said, I've
Speaker 1: been hearing them cruiters yelling like a bunch of angry
Speaker 1: demons coming from the pits of hell for the past
Speaker 1: couple of minutes. We didn't have time to respond. The
Speaker 1: house was under attack. The boggers were pounding on the
Speaker 1: sides of the house and testing the window coverings in
Speaker 1: the back door. Seemed like they were on every side.
Speaker 1: Even on the roof. We could hear the helpless cries
Speaker 1: of his cows. His big draft horse was in a
Speaker 1: fight for his life. The dogs were now silent as
Speaker 1: they were either dead or had run off, and our
Speaker 1: sense of security was ripped away with the roof. They
Speaker 1: were inside now throwing furniture around upstairs. We knew we
Speaker 1: were going to have to make a break for it.
Speaker 1: Uncle Barry yelled us to get in his truck. Keys
Speaker 1: are in the ignition, He said, no, I'll bring up
Speaker 1: the rear. We didn't know Uncle Berry was going to
Speaker 1: stand his ground and give us a chance to get away.
Speaker 1: We heard five shots from a shotgun, choosing that weapon
Speaker 1: over his rifle. Being so close to them. Between the
Speaker 1: cursed words he was throwing at them, I could tell
Speaker 1: when he threw a shotgun aside and switched to his
Speaker 1: forty four mag His last words were run, boys, Run.
Speaker 1: We knew in our hearts that Uncle Barry was no more.
Speaker 1: His old Chevy was well cared for and ran like
Speaker 1: a race cars. We tore down the road and out
Speaker 1: of a hull. We pushed that truck as hard as
Speaker 1: it would run, and all the while fighting back the
Speaker 1: tears that stung our eyes. Scooter was driving, and I
Speaker 1: took the duty of gunner watching the rear. Didn't seem
Speaker 1: like they were chasing us anymore. I couldn't see him
Speaker 1: coming down the road anyway. Scooter pointed down the road
Speaker 1: and he said, look up ahead, I see Dad coming
Speaker 1: down the road at us. We got within one hundred
Speaker 1: feet of each other when a big tree came crashing
Speaker 1: down on the cab of my dad's truck. We could
Speaker 1: only hope that he'd managed to get down in the
Speaker 1: seat far enough to survive the hit. We hadn't even
Speaker 1: come to a stop when something hit the side of
Speaker 1: our truck, sending it rolling off the side of the
Speaker 1: road and down into the creek. The truck came to
Speaker 1: a stop on its top, and I had no idea
Speaker 1: how many times we'd rolled, but everything was thrown about
Speaker 1: in the cab. For the first time in my life,
Speaker 1: I'd lost my grip on my rifle. I looked over
Speaker 1: to see if Scooter was okay, but he wasn't in
Speaker 1: the truck. A sudden, violent slam against the undercarriage, which
Speaker 1: was now the top, sent blood rushing down over the
Speaker 1: side window next to my face, and Scooter's lifeless body
Speaker 1: was thrown twenty feet or more to the other side
Speaker 1: of the creek. His head unattached, rolled down the creek
Speaker 1: bank in front of the truck, and my heart fell
Speaker 1: into my stomach and my brother, my best friend, he
Speaker 1: was dead. I felt a hand bigger than anything I'd
Speaker 1: ever seen, grabbed my leg and pull let it through
Speaker 1: the door that had come open in the crash. I
Speaker 1: tried to reach over the seat for my uncle's rifle,
Speaker 1: but I couldn't get to it before the hand pulled
Speaker 1: my leg again, pulling me away from it. I was
Speaker 1: being pulled harder and harder as I held on to
Speaker 1: anything I could for dear life, and I saw my
Speaker 1: life flash before my eyes and seconds and I made
Speaker 1: my peace with God. I knew my life was over.
Speaker 1: This devil pulled and pulled at my leg again, just
Speaker 1: like I'm pulling your leg. This is not a true story.
Speaker 1: It's just for entertainment and fun. And this was written
Speaker 1: with no disrespect for anyone who has had an encounter
Speaker 1: with one of these creatures or hopes to. I simply
Speaker 1: wrote it as a story with a hope that some
Speaker 1: people will enjoy a little bit of tomfoolery.