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Hank wanted me to share this because he is too lazy to type it. Shame on him. And me all diseased and such. Anyhoooo...
We were coming home from town last night, Hank was driving. We were going down the old lake road through the Caddo National Grasslands, which butts up to the back of our land. Now you think of grasslands as wide fields of lovely grass and flowers, but there are towering trees of both sides of the road, making it even darker than it ready was. As we passed by a driveway that led to a gate into a restricted area of the land (foot traffic only, no vehicles) we were stunned to see a large man in thick camo coveralls, and a heavy, puffy camo coat, clutching his chest. We had three friends with us, two of whom also saw the man. The third wasn't looking in that direction. I told Hank we had to turn around and check because he seemed in distress and he was far from any house. We quickly returned to the spot and he was no where to be seen.
We decided to go on home, even though we looked for him the whole way, joking that he was a ghost, but the entire thing was very unsettling. Mainly because we realized, while we could describe what he was wearing and the fact he was oddly clutching his chest, not one of us saw his face. It was just a darkened patch of nothing.
I admit, we even went back out to look again, hours later, but there's nothing. Not even footprints in the dirt. It was all smooth and untouched as if no one had been there.
Weird. Very very weird.
And yes, we're so nosy we're heading back out during the daylight to look again. And about his clothing... it's full on summer here. 100 degree weather. No one would be wearing what he was wearing and survive long. It would literally kill you.
We were coming home from town last night, Hank was driving. We were going down the old lake road through the Caddo National Grasslands, which butts up to the back of our land. Now you think of grasslands as wide fields of lovely grass and flowers, but there are towering trees of both sides of the road, making it even darker than it ready was. As we passed by a driveway that led to a gate into a restricted area of the land (foot traffic only, no vehicles) we were stunned to see a large man in thick camo coveralls, and a heavy, puffy camo coat, clutching his chest. We had three friends with us, two of whom also saw the man. The third wasn't looking in that direction. I told Hank we had to turn around and check because he seemed in distress and he was far from any house. We quickly returned to the spot and he was no where to be seen.
We decided to go on home, even though we looked for him the whole way, joking that he was a ghost, but the entire thing was very unsettling. Mainly because we realized, while we could describe what he was wearing and the fact he was oddly clutching his chest, not one of us saw his face. It was just a darkened patch of nothing.
I admit, we even went back out to look again, hours later, but there's nothing. Not even footprints in the dirt. It was all smooth and untouched as if no one had been there.
Weird. Very very weird.
And yes, we're so nosy we're heading back out during the daylight to look again. And about his clothing... it's full on summer here. 100 degree weather. No one would be wearing what he was wearing and survive long. It would literally kill you.