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<blockquote data-quote="Al Diamond" data-source="post: 3061430" data-attributes="member: 129172"><p>In the mid &#039;70&#039;s my Podna Joey, my little brother by 5 yrs, and myself, were out one morning before daylight walking to a favorite hunting spot that was 3.5 miles from Joey&#039;s house. We all had our shotguns, walking down the blacktop road. Joey and I were 14 or so, he had a 12 gauge pump, I had a 20 gauge pump, and my brother a .410 gauge pump. We reached the turn- off &quot;road&quot; which was an old, rutted logging road to the bayou 2 miles in. We would go thru open or logged areas, then there&#039;d be woods, open area etc. We were going thru an open area when we saw something coming from the next wooded area. We knew there were wild horses in there, and that&#039;s what we thought it was. It&#039;s DARK and the only light we had was the moon, and we could hear something but couldn&#039;t make out what it was. It turned out to be 2 guys and a half naked girl that had been scared by something and were trying to get to a town about 10 miles down the road. We told them they had 5 miles of walking before they reached the highway. We laughed and kept walking, then WE heard it. It sounded like a woman screaming bloody murder! We&#039;d walk a ways, stop and it was following us and screaming. Nope, no flashlights and we didn&#039;t have enough matches to waste either. We made it through the hunt, and got back and was told it was &quot;Panthers.&quot; That&#039;s what the Old Timers called mountain lions in Louisiana back then. My Dads Dad was a trapper all of his life and he told us how fortunate we were that we didn&#039;t make the menu. I didn&#039;t hear that sound again until I heard it on the internet. This was in Lacombe, Louisiana</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="Al Diamond, post: 3061430, member: 129172"] In the mid '70's my Podna Joey, my little brother by 5 yrs, and myself, were out one morning before daylight walking to a favorite hunting spot that was 3.5 miles from Joey's house. We all had our shotguns, walking down the blacktop road. Joey and I were 14 or so, he had a 12 gauge pump, I had a 20 gauge pump, and my brother a .410 gauge pump. We reached the turn- off "road" which was an old, rutted logging road to the bayou 2 miles in. We would go thru open or logged areas, then there'd be woods, open area etc. We were going thru an open area when we saw something coming from the next wooded area. We knew there were wild horses in there, and that's what we thought it was. It's DARK and the only light we had was the moon, and we could hear something but couldn't make out what it was. It turned out to be 2 guys and a half naked girl that had been scared by something and were trying to get to a town about 10 miles down the road. We told them they had 5 miles of walking before they reached the highway. We laughed and kept walking, then WE heard it. It sounded like a woman screaming bloody murder! We'd walk a ways, stop and it was following us and screaming. Nope, no flashlights and we didn't have enough matches to waste either. We made it through the hunt, and got back and was told it was "Panthers." That's what the Old Timers called mountain lions in Louisiana back then. My Dads Dad was a trapper all of his life and he told us how fortunate we were that we didn't make the menu. I didn't hear that sound again until I heard it on the internet. This was in Lacombe, Louisiana [/QUOTE]

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