![]() We ran the half mile back to the farmhouse where his grandfather lived and we were so scared we were in tears. We watched/felt the tree fall and went into full panic. We could only see the top of the tree from where we were it was I’m guessing about 200 yards away from us in the deepest part of the area near the border fence. It started with a roar, I mean “RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH” with the sound of the wood splintering started about 1/3 the way through the roar. Within a minute of smelling that we hear/see what I can only describe as Paul Bunyan pissed off knocking down a tremendous pine tree. We looked at each other and suddenly smelled the most godawful stench waft through the trees on a breeze. After about an hour of walking around, we came to the third lane (we went down the first, turned and walked up the middle lane, and then proceeded down the far lane which usually the deerhunters that since the fox pens closure don’t even hunt) about 5 minutes into our slow walk, we both had this electric feeling… seriously we thought lightning was about to strike nearby or something we were totally wigged out. It was cold and overcast, still we expected to see at least a bird but nope nothing. If I remember right it was early in the year march I think bc squirrel season had just reopened. There were no birds, no crickets no nothing. We’re talking about a 20-30acre tract of land that again has 8ft fences all the way round and three main lanes that meet a fire lane that encircles. Firstly, there was absolute silence throughout the forest. We noticed several things were very wrong once we got in there. ![]() So we took off with a single shot 20 ga and a pump pellet rifle. My best friend (I’m gonna call him Chad to protect his real name as he is now an army sgt and I don’t want this to have an effect on his career, we also no longer speak much it’s been more than a year since we last spoke.) Told me that we could go into the old fox pen to squirrel hunt that day. That all stopped many years before we came along. They would trap them and then have the dogs trail them. Marshall writes "My friend and I went walking from his family farm across the road to his grandfather’s hunting land which was formerly a dog training area, high fences, used for training dogs to run foxes and coyotes. ![]()
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