Idaho Camper Encountered Mysterious Creatures, Calls Suggest More Exist

Greetings, fellow Bigfoot enthusiasts! I hope this message finds you well. Today, we've got a chilling encounter to share from the YouTube channel Deep Woods Horror. The video, titled "The Hunt in KENTUCKY: The Terrifying Encounter With DOGMAN (ParkRanger,Sasquatch, Werewolf, Vol 103)", delves into the enigmatic world of Dogman, a creature that continues to baffle and intrigue us. The story unfolds in the heart of Idaho, where our protagonist, Caleb, finds himself in a van parked off Highway 93. The forest around him is thick with silence, heavy like something holding its breath. No cell signal, no street lights, just trees and stars, and the kind of dark that swallows you whole. Caleb hears three slow knocks, not loud but deliberate. He freezes, feeling the metal of the van vibrate under the pressure of the knock. Then, he sees it - a figure 3 meters away, half lit by moonlight leaking through the trees. It's not human, at least not entirely. The shoulders are too wide, the arms too long, hanging past the knees. The head is bulbous, stretched back unnaturally, almost like the skull had grown without muscle to contain it. What follows is a tale of a real, intelligent, and otherworldly encounter. Caleb, for reasons he still doesn't understand, is allowed to live. But this is only the beginning. The creature, or whatever it is, circles the van, measuring Caleb like a subject, studying him. The next night comes colder, not by temperature but by something else. Something that soaks into the steel walls of the van like dampness. Caleb feels it the moment the sun dips and the treetops begin to blur into shadow. He moves with mechanical slowness that evening, reheating leftovers, checking the locks twice, laying out his flashlight and bear spray within reach like ritual objects. Every sound from the wind scraping against pine needles to the distant crack of settling wood holds him waiting, but nothing comes. Not yet. It was almost midnight when the rhythm begins again. This time no footsteps, just pressure, a subtle vibration. He is lying down, eyes closed, but mine and alert when he feels the van shutter. Not from wind, not from shifting weight, but from contact. A nudge, maybe. Then another, as if something is testing the shell around him, measuring the van like it isn't a machine, but a cocoon. The creature is back, standing in the clearing, farther this time, nearly at the treeline, but unmistakable. Its silhouette doesn't move, doesn't shift. It simply is a presence that sucks warmth from the air. Caleb strains his eyes and realizes it isn't alone. There is a shape behind it, loaded to the ground, crawling or dragging itself, limbs awkwardly jointed, modeled in moonlight. Just for a moment, it slips out from the shadows beside the tall one, and then vanishes again like mist curling beneath a door. Caleb's breath catches in his throat. The tall figure takes a step forward, then stops. Then comes the knock. Three times again, but not on the van, on the earth. Boom! Boom. Boom. Fist against soil. Measured, ritualistic. And suddenly Caleb understands it is calling something. It is calling something. The realization slides down his spine like ice. The thing circling him isn't a hunter. It is a shepherd. And something is answering the summons. As Bigfoot believers, we are always eager to hear about encounters like these. If you've had an experience of your own, don't keep it to yourself. Drop us an email. We'd be honored to share it here with everyone. Until next time, keep exploring, keep believing, and remember, the woods are watching.