A former United States Army Recovery Specialist says that he and his sergeant were plundered by two giant bipedal wolves one creepy night in 1980. The two were returning from the field in their deuce-and-a-half with a partial amount of chow when two cryptid creatures known as the dogman pillaged uneaten food from their truck before shredding the top.
The former Recovery Specialist who goes by the name Moe appeared on Episode 315 of Dogman Encounters Radio. He explains what happened to him and his superior that dreadful night in the woods just outside Fort Polk. Moe goes into great detail about his encounter, which adds to the elusive dogman mystery.
At 18 years of age, Moe was in charge of driving his M35 series 2-1/2 ton cargo truck, a.k.a. deuce-and-a-half, to deliver chow to soldiers conducting a field wargame exercise in a wooded area some 35 miles from the base. His M.O.S. was 63 FOX, and he had just finished serving 13 weeks of basic training in the Maryland snow.
Moe is a by-the-book type of guy who also happened to be the driver for his First Sergeant nicknamed Top, a lifer with 24 years in the Army. Top was a chain-smoker, had a short fuse, and was known to snap when coworkers overheard him talking to himself. As Moe describes it, Top was every bit of 5′-3″, had a “short man complex,” and liked to lash out at high volume.
After picking up the soldiers ‘ dinner leftovers at around 2:30 a.m. on the night of the encounter, the two made their way back from the field, where six to seven divisions were conducting a 30-day-long wargaming exercise. At the same time, Top sat shotgun in the passenger seat armed with an unloaded M-16 rifle.
Using the “night lights” feature, Moe drove the truck slowly along the poorly illuminated dirt road at a snail’s pace to avoid detection. The truck would get up to no more than 10 miles per hour before Top would shout, “slow down.” This was protocol.
Sometimes, Top’s smoking really got to Moe. Especially on the long hauls. He lit up cigarettes like they were going out of style—one after another, in a continuous fashion.
“It was really killing me, to tell you the truth,” said Moe, no pun intended. “But I really couldn’t question that.”
As the night loomed on, Moe slowly traversed down the dark, bumpy road, heading back to base to return the cook’s pots, pans, and cutlery needed for the coming morning run. According to Moe, these soldiers were well fed, eating only “the best.” Cakes, eggs, sausage, pancakes–you name it–Igloos with punches, milk, and coffees.
Several miles out from the hardball, which was nothing more than a two-lane road, Top decided he had to relieve himself and instructed Moe to pull the truck over so he could do so. The right passenger side tire made a good target. At this time, they remained about two-and-a-half miles into the woods, having some time to go until they hit the pavement. But none of that mattered because Top had to urinate.
“I heard a noise in the field,” he said. “It sounded like air brakes going off.”
That’s when Moe noticed eyeshine in the woods.
“There had to be at least eight little lights,” he explained.
Moe attempted to warn his First Sargeant but with no luck. Top was smoking, peeing, and talking to himself, as this was all transpiring. That’s when something started barreling out of the woods, heading directly for the First Sargeant. The creature, which appeared to be a giant bipedal wolf, was about 75 yards out, and it was approaching fast. Unaware of the unannounced beast’s presence, Top flicked his cigarette toward the field, causing amber sparks that illuminated the bulky animal.
Top made a run for it, jumping into the passenger seat of the deuce-and-a-half and closing the door before losing complete consciousness, falling atop the gear shifter, making it that much more difficult for Moe to flee. Top was so rattled by what he encountered that he passed out immediately.
“It was snapping at Top,” Moe explained. “Chop, chop, chop.”
“This dogman’s head was the entire size of the full window,” he said. “It took up the entire window. That’s how large this things head was.”
The 10-12 foot tall bipedal creature put his claws through the roof like “hot butter,” said Moe.
“It goes off with this half-bark half-scream that vibrated my chest,” he said. “My First Sargeant passed out. He fell slumped over the top of the gear shifter. My “ears rang,” it was so loud.
“This thing is steady chomping–it’s as loud as a train horn,” Moe said. “He hung on this thing like a monkey on a banana; I can’t shake him–he’s still on me.”
Moe claims a second female dogman then appeared out of the blue, running alongside the truck at an unbelievable gate. According to Moe, the female creature was trying to communicate with him using telepathy, but all Moe could focus on was the sound of her feet and claws hitting the road. She had huge “rabbit feet,” he said. She was running at “a beautiful pace,” kicking up gravel.
“I thought it was going to break the window,” he said.
Moe says that he thinks the female dogman was trying to relay a simple message to him, one telling him to “chill out.”
“We are just hungry,” a voice in his mind said calmingly. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
At the same time, the male dogman jumped into the back of the truck, breaking the tarp supports and tearing the tarp out altogether. It was after the food. The beast removed six large containers loaded with leftovers in what can only be described as a one-of-a-kind heist. Still, Moe would have to answer his lieutenant once he returned, which he wasn’t looking forward to.
Needless to say, when Moe and his sergeant returned to base, Moe’s Luitenant wasn’t too happy with the damage to the truck.
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