BFRO #13267: Morning encounter with a moose hunter in northern Ontario

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I lived in small mining community called Red Lake Ontario for a few years. One day in the fall of 1990 I saw something that I can't quite explain when I was hunting moose with a friend of mine. I have tried to rationalize what I was looking at on that day and I just can't explain it. I must also say, I have only told 4 other people on the planet this story for obvious reasons. Only my closest friends, who know that of course I'm not crazy, and my father have heard this story and believe what I saw. We had driven into a trail that I had not been on before from a road that we hunted regularly. The main road was called Dixie Lake Rd. I don't know if the trail has a proper name or not. I doubt it as there are hundreds of side roads and trails out there. My friend had told me that he had been on this trail a few times and had spotted a big bull one day earlier that summer, and he said he also saw several birds (partridge - sharp-tails and ruffled grouse) when ever he rode this trail. As a kid we would go blueberry/raspberry/Saskatoon berry picking with my family up there. As I got older my friends and I hunted this road all of the time. I had been on this road many times throughout my life, but this was the first time I had ever ventured on this particular side trail. We were about 2 km up the trail from the main road when my friend slowed his bike (4-wheeler,ATV, or quad) down. I pulled along side of him and he said this was the area that he saw the bull a couple of months prior. I told him I was going to stop and have a snack on this straight stretch of trail (Ihad packed a lunch that was in my back-pack). He said he was going to ride on ahead to the end of the trail (which he said was only about another kilometer or so further) and scout the area and look for any signs of moose. He rode ahead and I pulled to the side of the trail and turned off my bike and took off my helmet. I opened my pack and grabbed a sandwich and a pop and started snacking. My friend rode off ahead toward the end of the trail. He was still close enough that I could hear his bike revving in the distance. I could see about 200m up the trail and about 50-75m back down the trail from where we came in. I suddenly heard somenoise up ahead about 75-100m to the right of the trail. This was right where my friend had just ridden past not more that 2 minutes prior. The sound was brush moving and I could even make out what sounded to me like the thud of footsteps over the sound of my friend's bike in the distance. At this time I stood up, put my sandwich down on the seat of my bike, and started retrieving my 30.06 from the case stored on the back of my quad's rack. All the time I was keeping an eye on the area I was hearing the noise from. I had my gun's case open and I was just about to pick up my rifle when for no real reason I just kind of froze and waited and watched. I fully expected to see a moose or a bear come out of the bush on the side of the road. I knew by the commotion that it was going to be a fair sized animal. Iremember thinking to myself "just wait to see what it is before you pick up your gun". Suddenly the noises stopped completely and about 5 seconds later I saw it. Initially I thought what I was seeing was another hunter. That feeling soon went away. It was definitely human-looking, but not quite. I'll always remember my initial reaction. I instantly said to myself "this jack-ass is going to get himself blown away walking through the woods dressed in black like that". Within about 2 seconds I realized I could not possibly be looking at a man. Whatever this was took a couple of steps out from the bush on to my rightonto the main trail, stopped, and looked away from me towards the area my friend had just ridden to. All I remember seeing was a massive back, very muscular arms, a little point of a head from behind and wispy black hair swaying in the breeze off of the arms. I knew for sure at this point I was not looking at a bear on its hind legs, nor was it a moose, or a man. It then turned in my direction and looked right at me. It almost looked surprised to see me. I remember feeling a "chill" for lack of a better word coming over me and really realizing that what I was seeing was absolutely extraordinary. Amazingly enough I still did not have my gun in my hands, the case was open and it was just sitting there on the back of my bike. I was in absolute awe at what I was looking at. The creature kind of sniffed then cocked its head back, gave a couple of more sniffs and then sort of a grunt. It then calmly turned in the direction it was originally going and stepped down into the ditch, then across the little blueberry meadow andinto the thick bush, all the time walking on 2 legs making no noisewhatsoever. I remember trying to rationalize what I was seeing, saying to myself "This has got to be some crazy old Indian who is like homeless or something living in the bush". But nothing I could say to myself or was making sense. For star

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1 who did not see the creature but heard noises afterwards.

🌤️ Weather Conditions

Morning, complete daylight, mostly sunny with only a few clouds in the sky. Crisp and cool, 0 to -5 degrees Celcius. Slight breeze no more than 15km/h if that.

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Morning, complete daylight, mostly sunny with only a few clouds in the sky. Crisp and cool, 0 to -5 degrees Celcius. Slight breeze no more than 15km/h if that.

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