Abbeville, MS> I was fifteen and had just earned my drivers license. I was living high on the hog and that summer I was just learning all about being cool. Saturdays during the summer we still went down to our neighborhood movie theatre and caught all the fun movies. That summer they released a movie called
"The Legend of Boggy Creek"
For a fifteen year old kid, the story about the hairy creature in Arkansas was pretty scary. The summer passed and I completely forgot about the movie with baseball, learning to drive, chasing girls and being cool.
Fall arrived and we scouted for deer and I got my stand ready. Everything was in place by opening day. Early that Saturday, my Dad and "Doc" Cox headed toward the river to bowhunt and I borrowed Docs' 1967 Chevy Station Wagon. I headed up the gravel road and across the Holly Springs National Forest. It was still way before day and the weather was perfect. Still and cool, and absolutely no traffic coming or going. I felt I was completely alone. I found the hidden parking spot off the road, pulled in and turned the motor off. I reached in the back seat grabbed my bow, opened the door and got out. I closed the door.
An overwhelming fear hit me, the likes I have never felt before. The image and face of the terrifying Boggy Creek Monster suddenly jumped into my mind and the realization that he was waiting just a few feet away in the woods paralyzed me.
I shined my flashlight all around, I did not see him but I sure as hell knew he was behind the nearest tree, ready to grab me up and eat me.
I could not make myself go in the woods that morning. I waited till after daylight with the motor running and the lights on, then headed back to camp.
To make matters worse, I had not gone 200 hundred yards down the road when a really big buck trotted across the road heading straight at my stand. Double stupidity.
This was the last time I let my childish fear of the unknown keep me from the woods.