I've never told anyone what I saw. I hinted to my (at the time) wife but she thought I was joking and I left it at that.

I was fishing along the PM on a weekday morning, probably early June. The water was a bit high and cloudy because of previous rain, but I had already taken a day off and decided to try anyways. Hadn't seen another person that morning, probably due to poor conditions. Daydreaming and I heard something across the river and about 100 feet upstream from me. See two guys making their way through the brush. Unusual because the trail is only on my side of the river at this point and the brush is thick and nasty. Odd to walk over there. Whatever.

I'm facing more or less downstream watching my fly drift. I suddenly get that feeling of being watched. I look up and am startled to see both these guys standing right across the river from me up on the bank. Now, I'm five feet out in the river (waders) and the river is no more than 25 feet wide so they're 20 feet or less from me. My instant thought was, how in the world did they move that fast in that thick stuff, and how did I not hear them.

A bit startled, I muster a "good morning gents" but they don't say a word. Just stare. I am not one to cower so I make eye contact and spit out "can I help you?". They totally ignore me but keep staring at me, now I see real malice on their faces. Then one turns to the other and says something like "we can't take him". I go on high alert. I have a CPL and carry a .380 Super under my fishing vest.

They both look at me again, and suddenly I realize this isn't two guys I'm looking at. It's something evil, yet very real. The sensation is impossible to describe. So much more than a fear of just death.

They suddenly "melt" together into one much larger being, still human in form, and almost simultaneously there's a buzzing in the air and I'm basically paralyzed. What I can only describe as a wrinkle in the air opens and they are "sucked" in. Think of heat waves on blacktop. Some sort of distortion.

I knew that only my faith saved me that day, I think they were hunting quite literally for souls.

I don't care if you believe me, go hike along Sanborn creek, or the Baldwin river, or the PM on some quiet day. By yourself. Don't bother taking a gun, you'll be too scared to use it if you're unlucky enough to see what I did.