Bigfoot is keeping wild boars by breaking their legs
Bigfoot is discovered by hunter farming pork
In 2021 in the forest outside of the city of Texarkana during the fall deer hunting season Jackson Twilley was out walking to find a good spot to put up his stand. It was warm for the time of year and there was a storm coming in on the horizon. Jackson had about three hours of light left remaining.
He came over a small hill which fell off the other side making it more of a cliff than a slope. He was shocked to see a group of boars all down in an area which was a small meadow surrounded by brush and an uphill battle to climb out for the hogs which was apparent by all the slide marks on the bank of the far side of the meadow. It looked to be the easier of the paths out of the meadow.
He watched the hogs for a few minutes and the longer he watched the more he realized there was something not right about what he was seeing. Then he realized what it was, and once recognized, it was impossible not to see. The hogs were all hobbled. Or at least many of them were. Running around under foot were some babies which were obviously uninjured but the adults all had a gimp.
Some acted like they were hurt much worse than others. Jackson suspected that was because some were worse off than others. Some of the hogs had broken front limbs, some limped around like their back leg was broken or at least injured to some extent.
Jackson Watched for another twenty minutes but finally gave up and decided he had better get his stand up if he wanted any chance of getting a shot at a deer coming down the path. He was using a bow and arrow. When that is your weapon it is a good idea to hunt your prey from above because shooting for distance with a bow can often result in a long chase down, even if you had decent aim. The arrow just doesn’t strike with as much force which can result in the prey having much more strength to lengthen the distance of the chase down.
So Jackson avoided the long shots across terrain which is not easily traversed. Instead he would set up and wait for a deer to come wondering down the path which would lead directly under his stand. He got his stand set up and climbed into position. Dusk would soon be arriving which is one of the two best times for deer hunting.
Jackson kept quiet in his camoflauge hunting outfit, his camoflauged bow and camoflauged face mask. He blended right in with the tree limbs and the leaves so that the only thing that looked out of place was the stand itself. The seat was camoflauged but there was still some writing on the side of it. Perhaps that was what gave him away.
He will never know for sure how the creature spotted him but it might have seen him setting up the stand, and then climb up into it. In any case the creature approached him in the stand from his blind side. It was literally right below him so he tried to stay as still and quiet as possible. The effort was not good enough.
He couldn’t really see it very well because to do so would have required him moving and he wasn’t ready to do that just yet. He could definitely smell it and hear it breathing below him. It was reaching up and touching the bottom of the deer stand. Jackson kept still. After touching the bottom of the deer stand, just inches from where his feet were resting, the beast moved away and out of site. He never got a good view of it because he was so busy staying still but he sure could tell you what one smelled like when the day was done.
Darkness arrived as Jackson climbed down from his stand. He didn’t wait to take down the stand. Instead he headed for his vehicle as hard as he could go without running. It was now too dark to run.
Jackson had a flashlight that he carried with him when hunting near sundown. You never knew when you might make a kill that required a long chase down. It could happen to the best of hunters. An arrow doesn’t travel the speed of a bullet. Animals can easily turn their bodies before an arrow connects causing a kill shot to just wound the animal. The flashlight made it possible to see to get the animal’s body back to his truck. He refrained from using it at that time however, fearful he might more easily give away his position.
Getting a dead deer back to his truck was not on the agenda that evening however. Jackson just wanted to get his own sorry rear-end back behind the wheel of his truck so he could go home. Avoiding the use of the light would make him harder to track.
Suddenly there was movement from behind his route. Something was following him. He picked up his pace and kept moving through the forest. Then he came upon the place where the meadow was located. Jackson made a point to go nowhere near the edge of that cliff that fell off leading down to the meadow.
Then he heard the hogs squealing and running around hollering like they were being slaughtered. He hurried down the path leading to where his truck was parked along the side of a gravel road. Whatever had upset the hogs was not alone! He figured that out by the way the hogs were squealing back behind him but there was sound like whatever had been after him, had not been what upset the pigs. The sound of twigs breaking and heavy footsteps closing on him from behind were more than intimidating. Jackson was full on terrified!
He thought he was in the clear. Now he realized that was very much not the case. Whatever had been stalking him, and he had a good idea what it was; had not been distracted from its original goal. It was still stalking him!
Jackson had time to think about the meadow with the hogs in it. They had all been hobbled. So they couldn’t get out of the meadow! Of course! He had stumbled upon a wild pig farm which was run by creatures that were currently hunting him.
He didn’t relish the thought but the darkness reached a point where he was going to have to turn on the flashlight so he could see to avoid falling over every scrub brush and boulder between his current location and where he needed to be.
The sound of the hogs going crazy had not faltered in the least. It sounded like whatever was in that meadow with them, was not giving up. Shrieks, grunts and then a roar which nearly caused Jackson to trip and lose his footing. He stumbled and then righted himself, fearing he was going to end up with an arrow stuck through him. To his credit he never dropped the bow or any arrows.
He reached his truck and climbed in not looking back. The sound of what had been chasing him fell off as he reached his truck. After getting down the road a little ways it crossed his mind that he had been escorted out of the area in a not so unsimilar way that is used to rid an area of unwanted predators. The chase them away.
His deer stand is still there and he gifts it to whoever happens upon it because Jackson is never going back to that location.
the end