Now that the Farms is working again, I’ve been wanting to reply to this. (None of this is a dox, since the “coyote” was never found.) About twenty or so odd years ago, I was walking my dog, next to a heavily forested area. It was in a bottom, next to a park, so there was a fairly unkempt hedgerow with the trees behind it. No open paths. My dog’s going around, sniffing, studying the bushes rather intently. He starts growling, and something starts running behind the hedgerow; then I hear something behind me. My dad, who’s about 25 feet up on the hill looking down, screams “what the fuck is that?” and my dog whips me around. I swear until the day I die it was a hyena. My late dog was 130 pounds and a massive motherfucker, and this creature had quite a head up on him. Bloodhounds, not known for their subtlety, do what bloodhounds do and he bellowed at the hyena (?). Critter ran back into the bushes, wove in and out for about twenty, thirty seconds, and ran into the woods.
We ran back to my place, and called up everyone who needed to be called. Police couldn’t be assed, they left it solely to animal control, who insisted it was a mangy coyote, or perhaps an outlying red wolf (which should have been a BIG deal, considering their status). If only smartphones were a thing then. I told them I was fairly familiar with canines and this wasn’t one. Perhaps it was the Beast of Gévaudan.
Unrelated, my dad was a trucker in the ‘70s who received a massive burn from some sort of light above his truck. This was about ‘75. The paint on the cab even melted. Years afterwards, he would get a mild skin cancer on his left arm (the arm he had outside of his window) they’d have to remove every few years. This was just outside of Oak Ridge, Tennessee. Do with that info as you will.
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