When I lived in Oklahoma a friend owned some land outside Monroe, LA or as you say “Munrohhh”.
Took me deer hunting and we heard some creepy azz sounds all night while waiting for dawn.
Kept the 357 and 12 gauge warm all night.
My friend wouldn’t even drink that night. LOL
We left at dusk with nothing and drove back to Tulsa.
Oh well.
That would have most likely been in Union parish. Did some huntin’ myself out there.
There is nothing that can hurt you out there. Deer squirrels coons etc.
But, I guess you could get spooked if you’re not drinking. Lol
You reminded me of a backpacking trip I went on a long time ago. All day walk down a mountainside to a river. Camped at night, and heard an explosion around midnight that scared the hell out of everyone.
Four days later, walked back up that mountainside and, halfway up, cound a gigantic redwood tree broken off clean about 15 feet high, laying across the trail and going into the forest another 200 feet. The sap was still dripping from the break, the tree was otherwise perfectly healthy and the base was straight up in dry ground.
To this day I have no idea what snapped that enormous tree like a twig.