A teen, along with his father and uncle, are spending time hunting and fishing in the Honey Island Swamp in Louisiana, when they encounter the infamous monster that is said to inhabit the swamp.

I recently came across the following account:

"My uncle Bobby spent all his time in the Honey Island Swamp, as so my father, fishing, hunting, and camping. My father and uncle loved to play jokes with me. One morning we went to bait traps and go check lines, and off on one of the banks was a timber wolf. My uncle said that he never saw one in the swamp before, only in the timber areas of it. Very odd. So we went on fishing.

Later that night, at the camp just from returning from fishing, I was in the front of the boat. As soon as we docked, I jumped out not even looking, and my father and uncle always made me wrap the rope around my hand in case of alligator attack (or something they would never say). My uncle threw the boat in reverse and I went in the water. My father grabbed my arm and yanked me back into the boat. My uncle started shooting. I thought it was an alligator fixing to get me. Come to find out the timber wolf followed us all the way back to the camp and when I got out of the boat he was going to jump / pounce me. My uncle killed it, 4 feet from where I was standing. A timber wolf is very big and aggressive. It took 5 - .44 magnum shots to killed it. I was 14 years old at the time.

4 years later we were getting ready to run lines. My father and I got to the swamp really late. The road was muddy and, even with lights on high beams and fog light on, it was dark. The Honey Island Swamp is a very scary and dark place at night. You can not see 10 feet in front with a truck light on and my uncle was already there field dressing about 15 catfish and a logger head turtle. Once we got there, my uncle called my father over to him. When I started to walk over, my father told me to get the gear and food out of the truck. My uncle was basically raised in the swamp, and knew everything about it...smells, water changes, everything. If something was wrong, he would know,

My uncle and father was outside fixing to start drinking. They kept looking around as if something was wrong. I asked but they ignored me and told me to stop talking. i was there also, trying to decide on drinking my uncle's homemade whiskey. Right when I was going to drink some, there was a loud, crashing sound. There was running and thumping on a tree in the woods. My father and uncle reached inside and grabbed the biggest guns they could find and gave me a .45 to shoot. They told me that if I see anything move, to shoot and don't stop until I run out. My uncle had a .44 mag and an AR15. My father had a 10 gauge shotgun and a .50 caliber pistol.

My father and uncle turned on the lights all around could the camp. It seemed like we could see something moving right outside of the lights where the dark started with amber colored eyes. It looked like something crouched down and when it stood up. and it was freaking big! The smell would gag you, very horrible smell, like rotten eggs and sewer. They shot a couple of rounds in the direction of the sound. There was a loud high pitched scream that would make the hair all over your body stand on end and cold chills run all over your body. It was not human. I will be honest, after I heard that, I pissed myself. I had never heard that before.

They stayed up all night long talking about the thing. The next morning they searched the area and found huge limb that had broke off10 feet up in the tree. There was a thin blood trail that went deep into the wooded areas where my uncle said that it is not safe to go. That scared me and to this day. I will never step foot in the Honey Island Swamp again.. On my uncle's death bed, I asked him about it and he told me to ask my father. I did. My father was diagnosed with leukemia in 2007 and died after 3 months. Prior to his death, he told me a story about a Honey Island Swamp monster, that was big and hairy like a Bigfoot. It had reddish hair, short on body but somewhat long on the head and neck area. But, when he smells blood and rotting organs (fish and turtle guts) it will come up to the area and try to scare you off, or possibly attack. It could rip the throat out of a wild swamp boar with one slash of the arm.

My father asked me to promise him that I'd never to go in there ever again. That is one promise that I will keep till I die." M

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