This happened in the fall of 1986, when I was stationed in Manistee. I left the Manistee Army recruiting station late and was driving home, to Ludington. I always took the back road, as US 31 takes too long. It was early fall and was dark. The deer were out, so I had to be careful while I was driving. This was farm country and the deer graze in the fields. I saw a reflection of my headlights off to the left of me in a darkened field. They appeared to be eyes. But, they stood too high to be deer and too far apart, also. I saw it run across and the leap was incredible. It leaped only three times. Far greater a leap than any animal I knew of could. It leaped across the two lane road easily. It was too dark to see a shape, but from the position from the eyes, there is no animal that it could be. I know that this was not a deer. And from what I could tell, it was a lot taller than me. I am 6'2". I do not know if anybody has or had any experience like this.
As for the color of its eyes, somehow, the color yellow comes to mind. Remember that it was almost 20 years ago when I saw that. I am an outdoorsman (although in recent years, I have not been out) and know animals. So, when I saw that, it surprised me of the leaping ability. And the eyes, I do remember that they were not like any animals that I have seen before. And the height of the creature was a lot higher then any animal. I do remember that I saw both eyes, as if it was looking at me, the whole time. That, along with the leaping ability, is what I will never forget.- Ray Greenway
"My friends and I about 20 years ago had a very strange encounter when walking late at night down a rural road not far out of town. It's farm country and there was a corn field to the west of us and also to the east of the road. There was something in the corn making panting noises like a large dog that is very hot. It crossed the road behind us and seemed to be marking pace with us as we went north. It was late, around 2 am, and it frightened us to say the least, because it was so dark we couldn't see far in front or our own faces and just the dark outlines of the corn fields and close road shrubs. There was a moon, but there were very few peeks of light because of the cloudy early summer night, and I remember it was very warm out, but can not recall if there was a full moon. We could hear it moving through the field.
One of the guys had enough and chucked a fist-sized rock chest high straight at where he thought the sound was coming from and made a direct hit with something very solid that yelped and then howled like a injured dog. Then it growled, LOUDLY, a bit further off. We took off running because the house we were heading to was close now. Before that, we did see some yellow eyes at one point that we thought were in a low tree when the moon had peeked out, and though I did not see it myself, one of the guys thought that it was standing upright under the tree and not in it, about the height of a tall man. And there was a roadkill kind of smell in the air. That was one long walk, about a mile and a half and when I see the people who were with me, less now that we're older and have moved on with our separate lives, we still nervously mention it to each other. And yes, we had a few drinks, that's why we were walking in the first place, but I know I was not at all drunk because I hate alcohol, I just couldn't drive a stick-shift, the only car my boyfriend had at the time, so we had to hoof it. It appeared to be a canine, but I never got a look at it, my supposition is from the sounds it made.
And yet another:
APRIL 25, 2006, East of Powers Lake in Kenosha County, Wisconsin
Currently under investigation, I am interviewing a high-security clearance employee of Mitchell Airport in Milwaukee who sighted the Manwolf three times now, twice in mid-February and then again April 25 while making his drive to work in the wee hours of the morning. The creature was spotted at approximately 3 a.m., and on the same 3-6 mile stretch of road each time. It was first observed crouching in the ditch, then rising easily to stand on two legs with its arms at its sides "much like a human's." According to the witness, who has observed it at close range and in several positions, it very closely resembles my sketch....except the tail is longer and fuller, "about 18 inches," he estimates. He has seen the creature cross the road on all fours, as well, and estimated it was at least five feet long from nose to rump, and its back stood almost three feet off the ground. It appeared unafraid of him, and stared at him with yellow, glowing eyes. When it stood, it appeared slightly hunched over, as many other witnesses have said. I was contacted by a relative of his, who said the man has been a steadfast nonbeliever in the supernatural, and the relative coaxed him into talking to me. I am planning to stake out the exact road location in the very near future. In the meantime, the man is now carrying a camera on his way to work. Stay tuned!
It's a great site for stories alright!
AREA RESIDENT with Strange Experience in E. Walworth Cty/ W. Kenosha Cty. Sightings Area
I have been through the area many times at night, I work for the railroad. There is a siding near there we call "Midway" at Honey Creek road, I never saw anything there but got weird feelings sitting there waiting for a passing train. Very strong, weird feelings like being watched and pure evil. One day, during daylight, leaving there southbound we were coming into Burlington, and I saw crossing the tracks what I thought was a bear, it was big, too big to be a dog, moving slowly like I would picture a bear to move, all black ,and on all fours, unconcerned about an oncoming train. As it went down the embankment it disappeared into the marsh and I lost sight of it. The "bear" sighting could possibly be explained somehow, but the weird feelings, at Midway, were very strong. I did not want to leave the engine! I have never experienced feelings like that before. There was no reason for them, I just knew I did not want to get out of the locomotive there. I have spent plenty of time in the northern woods of Wisconsin, never felt afraid, but something there sure has me spooked!
Animal "Looked Inside" Him
Heard you on C2C last Saturday night on Manwolf subject. I work steady afternoon shift. About one month ago around the first of March, I was coming home from work and I always and still do take a side road off of the main highway. The area is, as they say, out in the sticks. If you have a road atlas, I work in Middlefield, Ohio, which is actually in Geauga County. From State Route 88 east-bound, I turned south onto Hoffman Norton Road, maybe a half mile before the now public wildlife area. Trumbull County has a history of being located on a stone age Indian burial ground. There are Amish homes scattered in this area also. My highbeams shone on a large, and I mean VERY large, animal.
It was on all fours, but I would guess it was every bit of six feet long from its head to its butt, not counting its very bushy tail, and it stood at least three feet high on all fours to its back and shoulders. It jumped into the ditch, and as there was no one else on the road, I stopped and angled my car so my headlights would shine on him. He was beautiful silvery-gray and white, and his face was white. I was glued upon this magnificent animal. A full-blooded Cherokee friend of mine at work said it sounds like a wolf. It made no threatening moves toward me or my car. I did not get out nor roll my window down. Its stare sort of looked inside me, if that makes any sense at all. Thank you for your work and time. Joe
Kettle Moraine, Washington County WI 1970
Dear Linda: I very much enjoyed listening to you speak on the Ian Punnitt show April 29th. Let me start off by telling you how grateful I am that you are compiling this information on the werewolves of Southeastern Wisconsin. Hearing about your book jarred my memory about an experience that I had more than thirty years ago as a teen living in that area. You no doubt have been receiving much mail, but if you do have the time, I hope you can consider my story.
We were a group of around five or six friends and family (all older teens) who were camping overnight at a private campground on a small lake in the Kettle Moraine State Forest region of Washington County, Wisconsin. The year was circa 1970, in midsummer. The nearest town was Kewaskum. It was very rural farmland mixed with deciduous and pine forests. We chose to relocate our campsite a little bit further from the main campground in a secluded, natural, practically circular, clearing. We liked this spot because of the unusual shape and the fact that it contained a sort of carved-out depression in the center. Here we wished to build a fire and hang out.
The sun began to set. As we built our fire, roasting hotdogs and singing, someone happened to remark upon the primordial setting and how we resembled a group of ancient peoples who may have done just what we were doing thousands of years ago. Time passed and the hour was 10 p.m. or so and we began to exchange spooky stories. The sky was very clear and there was an abundance of shooting stars.
Also, the moon was so bright we could actually see quite a bit although we were far from any city lights. Everything grew very quiet. There were crickets, of course, but no other folks were around—only us. Suddenly from off in the woods we heard the sound of something coming toward us, breathing heavily. This area had long ago become devoid of any large wild animals. Pieces of wood were crackling and breaking as it walked. We could hear large, trudging footsteps in the underbrush and a loud, snarling, huffing, puffing breathing sound. It did not sound like an animal, but more human.
Soon we also heard twigs snapping and the creature, whatever it was, getting closer and closer to the edge of the woods and near our clearing. It let out several bloodcurdling growls and was so close we were terrified. That was all it took for us to be so shaken that we gathered up all of our gear and ran out of there as fast as we could so the creature could not get us. It really was trying to chase us out of its spot, I believe. None of us slept the entire night. I have been in camping situations where young men try to scare you but they are usually in groups or drunk and end up showing themselves and causing trouble. This was one creature against several of us and it showed no fear.
I am sorry to say that we did not get a glimpse. At that time everyone knew about Bigfoot so we assumed that is what we had encountered. We talked about it but never found out what was out there until I heard of your research. Could this possibly have been the man-dog? Could we have accidentally conjured something up due to our youth or presence in that particular place? I am a 53 year old school teacher living in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for taking the time to read this. - Sarah
Michigan Man's Sighting, Flint, 1973, and California Bedroom Experience
I've seen this once, maybe twice in my lifetime and a dear friend of mine encountered it too. Let me start with when I was a teenager; I was staying with my Uncle Jay and Aunt Shell in the summer of 1973. I was between my sophomore and junior years in high school. My Uncle drove a local grocery delivery truck, Pampania's I think, in the Flint Michigan area. I loved hanging out with him, driving around delivering produce, fruit, stuff like that. Every night we took the truck back to this fenced in truck park, and we drove home in his car. Well, late on a Thursday night (about 11:30), we were headed up the winding road that snaked around the hill up to the truck park, and we both saw what we thought was a big dog on the side of the road, pawing at something. As we got closer, I saw the thing was rooting and licking something with tongue and snout. Then the SOB stood up. This was no dog!
My Uncle slowed to a crawl (not quite stopping) and hit the high beams, and what I saw scared me so bad that I couldn't even get a scream out! It was a MAN, covered in short, black fur, clearly well muscled with the head of a German Shepherd or wolf. I could hardly breathe. It's eyes were yellowey-orange colored, a well muscled abdomen and thighs and was clearly (if you get my drift) a turgid MALE. We didn't make a sound but started to roll by, when it lunged across the access road in a single leap.
We got to the top of the hill, and my Uncle went into the guard hut in the middle of the fenced in area to turn in his keys and do whatever. He came back with the keys to the Ford and we drove back down the hill. As we neared the sight where we saw the dog-man, he pulled over and reached under the seat and got out a Colt Python .44 magnum handgun, checked the ammo in the revolver and told me to lock the door after him. I was not to do anything, including get out of the car, no matter what I saw or heard, he said, and he was dead serious. After a few minutes, he called me to him, and he pointed to the side of the road.
There was a fresh (I know, I used to hunt and fish a lot) deer carcass, with the haunches torn away, and the poor things guts spilled out behind it. We just went home that night but were very careful the rest of the summer, never seeing the dog-man again.
My other encounter is quite a bit murkier, so I¹ll go on and tell you about what Casey saw. I was in the Marines and my duty station was the USS Tarawa (LHA-1) where I was the Combat Cargo officer. We were in the yards, and the ship was in dry-dock at the time. Some of my buddies (navy officer types) were detailed to the USS Mobile to finish out their Engineering (engine room) qualifications, and one of them was a close friend, Ensign Matt Stephenson. His wife, Casey, was pregnant and a diabetic, so her health was not the best. She wasn't dying or anything, just had, you know, the problems a young otherwise healthy person with this disease would have. Anyway, Matt asked me and a couple of other officers to phone and check in on Casey from time to time.
We all loved her to death, like a little sister, so it was no problem at all. I was sharing a rented house in Long Beach with 2 other guys, and was dead asleep on a Saturday night when I got a frantic, panic, off the chain phone call from Casey, around 2 am. She was crying so hard she couldn't talk, repeating over and over for me to "get here for Gods sake". Well, I pulled on my sweat suit, jumped in the car and sped off. When I got to the apartment, at first she wouldn't answer the door, then wouldn't let me in. Finally, I threatened to call the police
Male: Yellow Reflective Eyes
Female: Red Reflective Eyes