From: richardb4@hotmail.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Reader Submission
Date: Tuesday, April 16, 2002 11:37 PM
yourname: richard elton barnhart
Location: Llano, Texas, USA
i have written a story in this site once before, and was dismayed at the way it turned out, the story was apache hill. even though the writing was horrendus, it was still definitly true , 100 % so.
the story i am going to relate happened to my father, a man whom i have nothing but the utmost respect for, who taught me to never lie. this was a pet peave of his . he hated liars. so when he related this story to me i knew i had heard the truth and a very strange tale
when i was about fifteen years of age dad used to coonhunt all the time, not just for sport but for fur money as well there would have many a no christmas if it hadnt been for dads coonhunting and trapping on the side Anyway this one paticular night he was out hunting on a ranch called granite hills in or very near llano texas. he had been out for about an hour or so , and he could hear the hound s a trailing on a coon, and from the sound of them it was a hot trail too.
so he start heading their direction; when all of a sudden they hushed up all together, now that is not unusual in it self, since hounds will do that occasionally for a minute or two; but this lasted longer than that, and then he heard their feet hitting the ground as they came running full blast back to dad, and over the hill they came, and they never slowed down a whitt but contonued right on past dad with their tales between their leggs running as fast as they could go right back to the truck dad had parked down the road.
dad stood there for a minute wondering what the hell that was all about, they had never done that before; so dad being dad decided to investigate, so he walked over the hill and there before him was a large patch of ground tore all to peices and with what looked like a large pig torsoe in the middle of it, he would have looked further but right at that moment it got cold and a voice as if someone were right there beside him and ther wasnt, well at least solidly anyway, said ( leave now!!) he turned around right then and went back to the truck.
when he got back to the truck, he was supprised to find his hounds all ready in there cage waiting for him , and shaking in their skins. well well he had caught an coon earlier that night and so decide to go ahead and skin it before he left. he was halfway through skinning it when a freezing wind blew across the back of his neck and a voice like someone standing right behind said ( get out !!) he spun around with his knife in his hand, and if anyone had of been there, there insides would have been there outsides; but there was no one there but dad definitely did not feel a lone, he left the coon hanging where it was, jumped in his truck barrelled out of there and never went back to the whites ranch, now i say whites ranch because i cant remember the hole name of the ranch but it was accross the highway from the granite hills ranch where dad worked so i appologize for ssaying granitehills ranch earlier as the place this happened because it was really accross the highway opposite from granite hills.,.
see i always wondered why he would never hunt there, where as before this when i was younger we hunted there all the time and have pulled some big coons out of there. mom did say that she remembers this because that the night he came home from hunting as white as a sheet, and would not talk about it for the longest time...