man in black wrote:had a super shitty day at work so i came home just now for my lunch break and as i am shutting my garage door a fucking fox just ran out of my garage.
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Oh yeah, the phantom cat story! I had almost forgotten.
This was not one of my own weird tales but one told to me by my oldest friend. We have been friends for almost 40 years and the other person with him was a big time outdoor type guy who was rarely rattled by anything. But this incident had him spooked good!
My oldest friend, let's call him Jorge, was having the other gentleman, Curtis, staying at his home so Curtis could do some major remodeling on Jorge's house. Curtis specializes in interior remodeling in houses and one day after he had finished up what he could do for the day and Jorge had arrived home, it was still very much a beautiful summer day with plenty of daylight left. Jorge suggested they grab their fishing poles, hop in his truck and head down to a county park a few miles away that was situated right on a large bend in the local river. Recent rains had rose the water level a bit and had also created a bumper crop of misquitos, due to large amounts of standing water, which had the fish biting near sunset. Curtis thought this an excellent idea and after a change of clothes for both, off they went.
To get to this small park takes a bit longer then it really should, since one must take unpaved back roads that wind and turn through many farms and fields until you reach the main paved road on which the park is located. Only about 6 miles or so away, it takes about twenty minutes to get there, literally ones of those places you "can't get to from here" type things. Jorge and Curtis were happily sipping away and ice cold bottles of Squirt (Jorge is a strict tea totaler and Curtis is a reformed alcoholic) when they finally came to one of the few straight parts on the first road. Even though it was lacking in curves, you still have to take it slow, under 30 MPH, or you could still put the shocks right up through the fender wells due to the ruts and potholes created by the recent rains and heavy farm equipment. They were heading nearly dead west, the sun just over to their left when Jorge spotted something to the right side of the road, in the tall grass, right next to a half rotted fence post. It was only about 40 yards away.
To him, it looked like a large cat. Not like a large house cat, but not lion sized either. He said it was about the size of a cougar or mountain lion but much darker in color, a "spotted" chocolate brown. It looked right at them both with startling bright green eyes. Not a quick glance, he later told me, but a menacing, is his words, "don't fuck with me!" look. He figures it look at them both for about 3 to 5 seconds. The distance was now about 20 yards at most.
"Jorge, you see that thing?" Curtis yelled. He had nearly spilled his soda and this burly construction worker, who had hunted grizzly at close range in Alaska was clearly agitated.
"Yeah, I see it!" Jorge said. He slowed down and they both watched as it gracefully turned slightly away from them and slipped down into the grass filled ditch that was in front of the old fence post. Jorge was now parallel to the spot were they first saw the large cat and he could see the grass moving just below the old fence post. Jorge was almost at a stop and suddenly the grass stopped moving. Then the biggest surprise of his life.
All of a sudden, without hardly any movement of the grass, a small, brown stripped tabby house cat jumped onto the gravel shoulder of the road from the tall grass. It sat down and started to lick one of it's paws as Jorge idled past it. It looked up at the moving truck for a split second, got up and started to saunter down the shoulder of the road, back toward a farmhouse about a quarter of a mile away.
Both Jorge and Curtis were dumbfounded. They had both clearly seen the large cat, close enough to see it's green eyes stare at them. Both of them felt quite uneasy about it, like it was not supposed to have been seen by them. They kept going to the park and wondered the whole time what exactly the had seen and what really occurred. On they way back, they did go the same way and did look for sign or tracks, but found only the house cat's prints in the old mud. They did, however, catch a cooler full of sunfish and bluegill and invited my over for a fish fry the next night.
He called me the next day and told me about it and we went out a week later to do some fishing and wild asparagus gathering but were driven away by the black clouds of misquitos.
I am not sure what they saw, but I believe them both. Neither one makes up tales like this or have a reason to. When I talked to them the next day both seemed quite spooked by the whole thing.