This story took place near Iron Bog Lake in Idaho around July, 2001. My family and I went on a survival trip, which is a simulation of getting lost in the woods with minimal and limited gear.
We arrived at the base at 6:30 p.m. and we had a three-hour hike ahead of us. As we were walking up the trail, I noticed faint howling sound and I also heard rocks falling down the side of the trail but I couldn't see where they were coming from. The hike taking longer than we thought, we arrived at the site from 10:30 to 11:00, so the sun had already gone down.
First, we get a fire going, made with flint. We then made a tent out of a tarp and a few sticks we found during the walk. At about 11:25, we got settled and then I noticed the howling again. I didn't think much of it. Five minutes later, we heard the bushes moving; we then saw wolf-like figures walking about 20 yards away.
My dad pulled out his 22 pistol, loaded it and put it in his pocket. By this time, my brother and I were kind of freaked out. At 11:46, we saw a Native American dressed in fur walking where the dog had walked. He stoped in his tracks, right as I saw him. He stared at me with these big glowing brown eyes, then continued walking, and soon vanished into the woods.
After this, my dad, brother, and I talked it over and decided that he had probably lost his wolf and was searching for it, although I did think it was strange to have a huge and powerful animal like that, but I ignored the thought and we all went to sleep. I had these weird dreams about the wolf and the man living together forever in evil.
I woke up some time between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m. to hear very deep breathing. At first, I thought it was my dad or brother, but then it got louder and closer. I finally got enough guts to get up and investigate, but I wish I hadn't because the mere thought still scares me. I saw the wolf 10 feet away from me eating the remains of a deer. When the wolf saw me, it sprinted into the bushes. I expected to see the wolf come out the other side, but instead the fur-covered Indian walked out!
I stood there staring into his eyes for what felt like two hours. He then suddenly ran into the forest. I quickly got back in the makeshift tent, grabbed the pistol and stayed as still as I could until the sun rose. I have had dreams about it since. I have only told my brother and my close Native American friend about that horrific night. My native friend told me it was a skinwalker.