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| My husband loves to deer
hunt, and a few years ago, his brother-in-law invited us down to his deer
lease near New Baden, Texas. Later, my husband and son both decided to
become regular paid members of this lease, and we bought a camper and
moved it in. The landowner actually started leasing this thousand-acre,
deeply-wooded land out for hunting in the early 1950’s, and over the
years, many hunters have come and gone…both by choosing to leave the lease
for another hunting spot or because of death. No, not death by hunting
accident. At least two of the long-time hunters died of other causes.
However, it seems they enjoyed their time on the lease so much that they
periodically come back to visit. A few of the interesting stories and
pictures: Bill We call one of the ghosts Bill. He’s a tall, slender man, who hunted on the lease many years. One night my uncle was sitting alone at the table outside the camp house, since the only other person on the lease that weekend had gone to bed. He noticed that his dog, a Rottweiler, was cringing beneath the pickup truck over by his camper. Then a man walked out from behind the camp house, past my uncle, and started down one of the trails that lead to the deer stands. My uncle got to his feet and started after the man, calling to him, "Sir! Uh…Sir! Who are you? What are you doing here?" The man ignored my uncle and kept walking. Fifty feet or so down the trail, the man disappeared. My uncle decided it was also time for him to go to bed and lock his camper door! Later, my uncle described the man to some of the other hunters who had been on the lease longer. They informed my uncle that he had described Bill to a T. Another evening, my husband shot a hog and they strung it up on the rack to clean it. I took several pictures, and in one picture, there are numerous orbs and lots of mist.
On another weekend, my son and his wife were visiting the camp with his wife’s two sons. My husband brought in another hog, and of course, the boys wanted their pictures taken with the kill. In one picture, there is a large portion of ectoplasm. Also, just above the boy’s head, a man’s face appears. Again, some of the older hunters who looked at this picture say that man is Bill.
Mac For some reason, Mac only appears to me and I’ve never caught him on film. Again, I’ve described this ghost to some of the older hunters, and they agree my description sounds like Mac, who hunted here for years but died a while back. Mac is shorter and chubbier than Bill. Sometimes Mac appears to me in camouflage hunting gear; other times he wears jeans and a shirt. I’ve seen him several times in camp in various spots and at times he visits me in the camper when I’m alone. My best view of Mac, however, was one Thanksgiving weekend. My grandsons were visiting that weekend, and Belle, Ransom and I had gone into town the morning after Thanksgiving to catch the sales. Brandon stayed behind to hunt. That evening my uncle took both Brandon and Ransom out on the lease to hunt, so I decided to wrap some of the presents for them I had hidden in my car trunk. I carried the presents and wrapping supplies into the camper and set everything on the table, which is in the middle of the camper. Just left of the table is one of our beds, a television on the stand at the bottom of the bed. I looked over there and my husband, who’d decided not to hunt that evening, was lying on the bed, legs crossed, head on a pillow and hands behind his head while he watched a football game. I stood at the table and wrapped presents for five minutes or so, and all the time my husband watched the game. I would glance over there once in a while, but didn’t bother him, since he was so absorbed. Suddenly, at the other end of the camper, the bathroom door opened, and my husband walked out! I looked at him…then back at the bed on the other side of me. No one was on the bed! I asked my husband what he was doing in the bathroom. He, of course, didn’t exactly say, but told me he’d been in there for ten minutes or so. "But," I said, "you were over on the bed watching TV. I saw you! You’ve been lying there for over five minutes." "Nope," he denied. "I’ve been in the bathroom. I heard you come in with the presents a while ago, and I’ve been in there all this time." "But," I said, "it WAS you. The man had on jeans and a dark t-shirt and your shoes. He was the same size as you!" He just laughed and went over to watch the game. Since he and Mac are approximately the same size, I assume that Mac was enjoying the game while he could have the bed to himself.
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In
another picture, besides various other mists, the head of a wolf appears
hovering over the head of one boy. It could also be a coyote, since we
love to listen to the coyotes howl at night on the lease.