Again, I am not a crackpot.
I swear I'm not.

When I was a teensy nipper of around 10, me and a couple of mates were playing at a nearby coal bing, scooting around a little track on my mate's mountain bike and timing each other on my cousin's snazzy digital watch.

As my mate hurtled over the grass, a large..... thing sprang out and made a grab at the rear tyre, then disappeared into the grass again. I shat myself. I turned to ask my cousin if he had saw it but he was already saying "Did you see that thing take a bite at the bike?" When my friend got back to us, he didn't know what the hell we were talking about, he hadn't noticed a thing.

It looked like a big dog with reddish brown hair. It might very well have BEEN a big dog with reddish brown hair, but to 3 young kids a mile from the nearest civilization, that's almost as bad as a bloody werewolf..... the thing took a snap at the bike and we had to walk through that grass to get home. Or at least two of us did.....

Well, we made it of course and never saw it again. Looking back, it may have been anything, maybe an old plastic bag or a big splash of muddy water thrown up by the bike, you know what kids imaginations are like, but it was frightening at the time, especially as both me and my cousin independently thought we'd just saw a wolf take a snap at our friend.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Tue 8 Jul 2008, 2:12, Reply)