I called out again and this time it zeroed in on my position, looking directly at me.

I began to wonder if this person was lost so I called out 'Hello?' and it responded by sinking down and looking around quickly as though looking for a place to hide. Lastly, it's form was, well, far too human for it not to be a very large man. Second, it remained on it's hind legs and appeared far too comfortable on them, not even showing any difficulties as it made it's way down the side of the ridge, unlike any bear I'd ever seen. First, it was looking around like a lost person would, slowly scanning for a trail marking or some sign of where it was. I looked for a good while at the form standing at the base of the ridge I was half way up the side of and continued thinking that I had to be a human, based on some of the behaviors it was exhibiting. I realized that it was far too tall and not wearing any visible hat though. I first though it may have been my father when I saw it as he was hunting with me that day.

The figure was walking on two legs and had a rather large frame. As I stood there, I saw a figure emerge from the trees. I stood, looking around for any of the squirrels I had been watching and then started hearing a loud crashing noise in a gully off to my right. Now, this was weird enough in itself, since they all collectively made alarm barks, and then were silent and nowhere to be seen, but what happened in the coming minutes has stayed with me for many years hence. Well, all of a sudden, the squirrels, all 6 or 7 I counted in the immediate vicinity, just disappeared. As I'm watching a couple move around in the trees, waiting for one to stop on an open branch so I could take a shot at it, I'm totally focused on the two little animals jumping around and not paying much mind to anything else. As I walked deeper into this hollow I started seeing more and more squirrels and bagged a couple. It was a pretty cool day and I was walking along in a hollow I'd hunted a few days prior and had seen quite a few squirrels there. The first happened when I was around 15 and was squirrel hunting in early October. Well, two experiences come to mind right away.

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