Has anyone here nearly been eaten?

Good grief. I can't decide whether I wanna be a journalist or a cryptzoologist.
Be that as it may.
What are your thrilling, danger filled adventures with the supernatural? Has anyone seriously been almost eaten?
Let's talk about this. . .

I saw what appeared to be an old rancher/cowboy riding a horse deep in a wilderness area once. He was semi-transparent. I could see the trees behind him through his body, so I know he was not a real person. Turned and spoke to me, asking if I had seen any strays.

The guy I was hiking with shared his home-made white lightning (wormwood liquor) with us the night before. It was most excellent and very potent. I am sure that had nothing to do with it.

I have seen large animals in the forest (fleeting glimpses in dense vegetation) that I could not identify, mostly because I did not get a good enough look. I am not claiming they were any kind of cryptofauna.


[edit on 24-2-2007 by dave_54]

iv never almost been eaten, but once in a fight i bit a chunk out of a guys arm

I once took the last donut from the donut stand from a fat lady...

And I though she was going to eat me...

Luckily I ran faster then her...

But then I fell and she caught up, so I threw the donut at the fat lady and she devoured it as I made my escape.

I was once "laying in wait" to ambush a friend of mine on a dark trail in the middle of no where... I knew he would have serious tunnel vision from his flash light, and never see it coming. I saw him coming down the top of a hill then stop for a while, then move off back the way he came. Did he suspect something I wondered. I stayed put, and a few minutes later my dog (who was with me this whole time being quiet and still) started cowering into me and I heard something else in the brush on the opposite side of the trail. I figured it was him trying to be stealthy (and failing), even though the movement was really faint and could have just been the breeze. I tried to creep over (this was a wide washed out trail) to the other side and catch him, but then "he" took off at high speed!

I'm a lucky lucky man, that turned out to be my first (and only) run in with a real life puma! My friend told me he started down the trail and saw the thing and turned around... GTFO was his thought.

That's not so fantastically cryptid, but Fish and Wildlife people still claim there are no Pumas in Kansas, so the govt position is that they don't exist. The reported sightings of them are growing daily. One lady even said she had to actively watch one "stalk her" during her morning jog. She said it seemed like a young one that was just "practicing", but she still walked backwards most of the way to her car yelling at it. Another lady heard her little yap dog barking and looked out back just in time to see the big cat jumping over the fence with her dog in it's mouth! Not to mention all the tracks and spore that has been found.

It's easy to see how real fantastic cryptids slip away. We've got real life Pumas practically all over the place here now (it seems) and officially they are not recognized. Seems to me that all the above mentioned run ins have happened to people with Bigfoot, plenty of circumstantial evidence no hard proof. Poof he doesn't exist!

About 3 or 4 years ago, I was deep-sea fishing with my buddy when I saw some sort of sea creature rise up above the water and bob around. At first, I thought it was just some garbage or seaweed surfacing, but i focused on it and it was actually bobbing around and moving by its will. It looked like a very large puffer fish, with spines and spikes covering the top of its body. very strange....

While living deep in the Amazon I twice encountered Jaguar face to face at a close distance. They have no fear of man. One was in the daytime while I was walking down a game trail. I saw it just as it saw me. We both paused for a moment..... Then we both took off in opposite directions. The other I saw at night while sleeping in a hammock strung between two trees. I happened to look over at the dwindling fire in the middle of the night, only to see two eyes gleaming in the dark from the bush just out side the fires light. She stepped closer into the light and sniffed around. I lay VERY still. After a few moments she simply wandered off. We were about a dozen feet apart at the closest and if she decided I was to be dinner, there was virtually nothing I could have done.

But these two cases don't exactly fit the subject of being eaten so I will fall back on the time I was bitten by Piranha.... Well, OK don't think of flesh ripping beasts... At the time I was standing ankle deep in a river near Pico da Neblina and a few piranha fry were nipping at the dead skin on my feet. Kinda tickled but they were in fact eating my dead flesh. That is the closest I have ever been to being eaten. Yikes!!! LOL Don't be fooled I have swum with Piranha and they are not at all like they are made out to be in the movies.

Another time I was nearly eaten wasn't by a Cryptid, but here goes:

I was snorkling on a sandbar/reef in the midle of the Gulf of Mexico. Everyone else was done for the day and on the boat drinking and eating but me and the last "snorkle guide". We were just about to go in when the Captain yelled out to us that the sharks were coming in.

This sand bar was situated so that during low tide you could stand out there up to your waist, I was told later that as the tide comes in it gets deep and all the little fish that were hiding there in the shallows became food. It was far enough out that you really couldn't see land.

Anyway, there I was standing looking out where the captain was pointing. I decided that I would do whatever the guide did. If she freaked and paniced and raced for the boat, then I would too. If she calmly and collectedly went back then that was the manner in which I was going to go. To my suprise she put her mask back on and swam the direction he was pointing! She swam to the sharks!

I quickly revised the plan. I wasn't following her lead exactly, but I was going to follow her, I felt safer walking a safe distance behind her. To do that I had to ditch the fins, and in doing THAT I slipped, fell and splashed into the water... I jumped back up and IMEDIATLY 2 great big reef sharks broke off from the pack and came right to me! They circled me a few times at about 8' away, and I just stood there. My whole body was tense and all I could think to do was punch the crap out of the first one that I could. I was doomed! They circled a few times and after swam off, I guess I didn't look like food. In retrospect they were probably only 5' or 6', but at the time they seemed like 30' killers.

Back on the boat I got to see the whole pack circling the reef we were on, there were a CRAPLOAD of them!

Originally posted by whargoul
Another time I was nearly eaten wasn't by a Cryptid, but here goes:

I was snorkling on a sandbar/reef in the midle of the Gulf of Mexico. Everyone else was done for the day and on the boat drinking and eating but me and the last "snorkle guide". We were just about to go in when the Captain yelled out to us that the sharks were coming in......

Good story.

Sharks facinate me so hearing stories like these is are always a plus.

Yeah, but unfortunatley they are not cryptids (and neither are jaguars in the Amazon), but for now pumas in Kansas are!

I think the OP really want's to hear about the dangers of truely fantastic cryptids. Bigfoot ate my dog and almost got me!

Seriously, I think the most dangerous one would be something like Mokele Membe!

What cryptids are out there that could theoretically eat you. I guess size would be the only factor, as that we couldn't factually say what a cryptids diet would be (else they wouldn't be cryptids!). Maybe allow circumstantial or hearsay evidence.

I wouldn't say Mothman or Chupacabra would eat you, never heard of mothman to have a mouth and chupacabra vant's to suck your blood (not technically eating you). Never heard of bigfeet as being man eaters, but they could?!

I was out hunting with my uncle on his land, and we had split up. My uncle had a cache of different weapons at his cabin, and we each had a magnum (specifically for bear encounters) and a rifle. As I was walking around, I came accross what seemed to be a fairly large grizzly bear about 200 yards away. I started to just slowely walk away, my heart being very fast, but somehow it noticed me. Then I started running, but even with it being so big and fat, it was gaining on me. I stopped, took out my magnum, and fired the all of the 6 rounds. 1 hit it in the head, two in the body, 1 in the foot, and the other two missed. I was pretty damn lucky. Not sure if that counts as 'nearly eaten', but if I haden't killed the damn thing, I would have been killed almost asuredly. My uncle has the head in his cabin now, Haha

Off of South Padre Island.

A group and I were diving off the coast. A shark who somebody said was a bull shark, I really don't know. I just felt a missle fly passed. It went after a person next to me. We all got lucky because it attacked his air tank, in the fight it ripped it off and swam off. I personally got out of the water and have never been in that water again. I don't even like wading out into the surf, after all the sand sharks, etc. I'm now the person who watched Jaws as a child. I am afraid of the water. I had nightmares about getting eaten and figured why do it again

i don't know if this qualifies but. my friend and i were fishing on monterey bay and were kinda bored so were just kicking back. then i looked out to see if there were any other boats in the area as it's a safety thing, so as i looked up i could see a fin at the back of the boat and when i shook my friends leg and pointed it out he pointed in the other direction and we could see tail of the shark at the front of the boat. now i don't say we were almost eaten but that fish was definitely checking us out. the boat was 12 feet long and the middle fin was at one end and the tail was at the other so that was one big fish.

Eaten old boy? very nearly.

I well remember when Capt. Forbes-Smythe and I led an expedition to Papua New Guinea.
We recruited a team of native bearers from the Betchuana tribe, very small chaps but immensely strong, and set off from Paddington Station on the 12.10pm.
We lost two of our men at Guilford, whilst changing trains they went to the wrong platform and caught the express train to Bristol.
Dashed bad luck.
Having reached Godalming we decided to set up camp for the night.
We decided that pitching our tents in the municipal park was the best idea.
Forbes-Smythe volunteered to be the "camp cook", and very camp he was too!
I took a couple of bearers and my trustry Purdey .577 Express rifle to bag some game for the pot.
On returning to camp, Forbes-Smythe informed me that the natives were restless.
This signalled serious trouble.
What many people don't know is that the Bechuana tribe of Tooting Bec are notorious head hunters and cannibals!
Being killed and eaten in Godalming park at this early stage in the expedition, did not bode well for our chances of success!
There was only one thing to do.
I approached their headman and proposed a visit to a local hostelry, followed by a fish and chip supper.
Needless to say this was well recieved, and I'm afraid we all came back very, very, drunk.
Disaster was averted, leaving Forbes-Smythe and myself with heads with which to have hangovers with.
Unfortunatley after two weeks on the lash in Godalming, we had run out of funds and so were forced to abandon our expedition.
I still get a Christmas card from the Bechuana tribe's headman.
Happy days!

regards

Rowley Birkin beagle

pip pip !!










[edit on 9-3-2007 by the smoking beagle]

Stalked once by two coyotes who seemed to be trying to lead me to the rest of the pack. I was on a paved walking trail only minutes from my home, but this area was teeming with animals, including coyotes, who often lured household pets (dogs) away from their homes to eat them. These 2 coyotes were both stalking and sort of steering me towards the pack, one in the lead, the other in the rear. I actually felt like prey and couldn't believe these animals had selected me for their next meal. I picked up a large stick, and tuurned slowly around to begin my retreat back home. Could this be really happening I was thinking. 2 wild-e-coyotes sizing me up for dinner. The stick seemed to scare them and I watch them slowly trot off. When I reached home I told my girlfriend what had happened. Being a student of wild life, she told me I was smart to turn around because the pack was probably not too far from the direction I was walking and that they would have likey ambushed me. She said the 2 that stalked me were females, and they were leading me to the pack the same way they lead unsuspecting male dogs to the pack. I asked her did they really intend to eat me. I mean I was only 22 or 23 at the time, very strong, and about 180 lbs. She answered, "yes"

I was chased down a road, in the redwoods, by two BigFoot.
I was convinced they would have eaten me, if I had been caught.
My sister went to school in 1976 at Monterey Bay Academy at Watsonville. She was told that she should not ever sleep on the beach because people were being drug off inside their sleeping bags and only their heads and hands would be found. It sounds a lot like tigers eating villagers in India, to me.
Before I had heard that story, I had my episode in Big Sir with two B F. I was walking down the Pacific Coast Highway as it was getting dark and I heard what I thought was two people alternatly walking and sliding down the steep hill towards the road. I kept going and I later heard bare feet slapping on the asphalt running around the corner, coming for me. They left the road before the headlights from a line of cars coming up the road could shine on them. They stepped over a four stranded barbed wire fence without breaking stride and crossed a river by stepping on rocks that a human would have to take one by one, with all they could do to leap to. They kept up with me untill the cars were gone, then came back on the road. A real long line of cars came and they had to go up the hill this time. It was too steep to follow above so they had to stop and wait. That gave me time to go around the corner and cut across the river and find a place to hide. I heard them pass, looking for me but I was farther from the water than they expected me to be. I did not move untill the next day.
The B F were not outwitted by me. Hiway 1 is a very narrow, whindy road where it is almost imposible to pass on, so what happens is that the cars bunch up into long lines. I was just lucky that an especialy long bunch came by at just the right time.
I think those B F in Big Sur are very much the exception. I think that most just want to be left alone. But those two actualy came lookin for me. I was just walking down the highway, I had never been there before and was trying to get out of there. This was back in 1972 and I was hitch hiking. I got picked up by a hippy couple in Ventura. I was trying to get to San francisco. They had a van and went to a private campground right at what you might call the "town" of Big Sir. I should have stayed with them because it was getting late. I did not realise it was going to get dark so soon and I went walking and sticking out my thumb to passing cars. It may just be that these two that came down the hill were the "criminaly insane" of the B F community. But I felt that I would deffinatly be dead if they caught me.

I've had some run in with sharks, came pretty close to barracuda. Was camping one night on the river, me and my cousins saw something looking as us, we could see the eyes glinting back at us. Nearly a full foot between the eyes, and the river was blocks out behind it. We left it alone and it went away, whatever it was.
My dad nearly got us attacked by a gator once. We were going down Silver Springs, and he wanted one of the bigger ones, easily longer than our canoe, to move. So he started poking it with his paddle. And it turned out that the gator had a bigger brother, that was under our canoe, it bumped the boat as it surfaced.
Meanwhile, my dad's still poking and splashing the other gator, when it decides to move and slips into the water. I pretty much lost it, an did a fair impression of Shaggy and Scooby. I caught u to and passed the trip leaders for the run, and waited for them patiently at the spring heads.
The moral of the story? My dad's an idiot.

Once a giant crazed monster came running at me full speed out of some woods at dusk. It was making the most angry demonic growl and I thought it was gonna tear me into little bits. The thing was black and I couldn't figure out what it was because it was nearly dark.

But at the time I was the average 7th grade student with 50 pounds of books in my non-ergonomic backpack. I just closed my eyes and swung that sucker. And what do you know, an unconscious dog laying at my feet. I hated doing it, I would never hurt an animal if I didn't have to, but I thought it was a monster come to eat me.

Maybe it was a hellhound. It wasn't like any dog I've seen before but it was probably just a big mutt. I sure didn't stick around to find out, though.

Last year i was camping in the deepest darkest parts of long island ny. It was a hot, humid summer night, the only light source was the moon, and i could barely see in front of me. as i approached a small pond i heard a high pitched buzzing sound and then all of a sudden i was attacked!!! Hundreds, dare i say million of mosquitos were all over me.
i was barely eaten alive if it wasnt for my skeeter beeter spray can.

I was torching for lobsters one night just inside the reef with a buddy of mine. I saw movement and turned my flashlight to it and saw a huge lemon shark that had gotten its head caught in a fish trap. The fish trap was a thick wire cage about six feet long, four wide and four or five high, with an inward slanted 8" hole. Soon as the shark saw my flashlight, it freaked, whipping the fish trap from side to side until it threw it off and then headed directly toward me......... it was faaaaaaast and I just had time to do a limbo backwards. As it passed over me, it smacked me in the chest with its tail, turning me over and over. It made two more passes. By this time my buddy and I were pretty much back to back with our dive lights trying to keep the shark in the spot, and me with my rediculously small dive knife. I think I might've colored the water a little.

Another time, a different buddy and I were in a slough in Utah. We were hiding from his dog Chaucey....... I'd pop up and call him, then pop back down. Buddy would do the same, running Chauncey back and forth. I heard a snort, and there's a bull moose standing a short distance from me, and it started chasing me, running me down into the slough. Where I would scramble up on a tuft of land and then fall into water more than chest deep, the moose was just trotting merrily along, big ol' nostrils pink, dripping and steaming from his exhalations in the cold mountain air. Oh yeah, he could've caught me. Don't expect he'd have eaten me. I also don't expect there would've been much left after he was through with me, and probably would've ended up dinner for de coyotes, badgers and whatever else lived in that soupy valley.