Informant: Male/22/Hawaiian – Portuguese ancestry
Location: Wailua, Kauai
I get off of work late, at 11pm. On Saturdays after work I go hunting at my usual spot in Wailua, just me and my dogs. On my way to my hunting spot I had a tingling on the back of my neck; something was telling me that I shouldn’t be going hunting tonight. But I continued on anyway.
After hunting for a while I decided to head back, but three of my dogs were missing. So I’m out there in the bushes calling my dogs. Finally two came back, but I was still missing one. I have a really bad feeling. Even though my dog was missing, I headed back to the truck. I loaded up the ones that came back but decided I couldn't just leave the other one behind. I go back to look for it.
I finally find my dog stuck in a log. I’m digging in the dirt trying to get the dog out and finally I get him. He can’t walk so I’m carrying him back to the truck, and as I get closer I can hear the dogs raising hell. When I reached the truck, it was shaking. And not just like swaying gently, but rocking violently with the dogs screaming in the back.
I said out loud, “I’m sorry if I offended you, I just came to do some hunting, I’m leaving right now.” As soon as I said that, the rocking stopped. I got into my truck and sped off. It was freezing cold and raining, but I was sweating bullets.
I drive a Dodge Ram. It's huge. It would take a few big guys to shake it as violently as I saw it shaking.