Uwharrie

It’s been years since then, but I still remember the sound of that scream and the size of that creature I saw.

It was late October of 2015 in the Uwharrie National Forest of North Carolina.

My wife and I had been camping there with our two dogs for the weekend from the twenty-third through to the twenty-fifth.

I had brought a new hammock to test out for the first time, setting it about twenty to thirty feet behind our site in a thin patch of woods that bordered a low drainage area near the lake.