Pack of DOGMAN Has Established Territory Around De…
Pack of DOGMAN Has Established Territory Around Decommissioned Army Depot in Umatilla County Oregon
The Shadows of the Bunker: A Dogman Encounter in Oregon”
Introduction:
It’s easy to dismiss strange occurrences when they happen to others, but when those events happen to you, everything changes. This is the story of how I came face to face with something that defies everything I knew about the natural world. As a security contractor, I spent my nights patrolling an abandoned chemical weapons depot in Eastern Oregon. What was once a place designed to store and dispose of the most dangerous weapons in history had now become the home of something even more terrifying: a breeding population of intelligent, bipedal canine-like creatures. For years, I documented what I saw—footage, patterns, and strange encounters—and now, I’m ready to share what happened, even though I know it will change how people see the world. Welcome to the story of the depot creatures.
Chapter 1: The Depot’s Secrets
In 2015, I was hired as a security contractor to patrol a sprawling 17,000-acre abandoned munitions depot in Oregon. The facility, once a crucial military installation, had housed chemical weapons, bombs, and nerve agents during the Second World War. By the time I arrived, all that remained was concrete bunkers, rusting fences, and the occasional scrap of old military gear. My job was simple: drive the perimeter, check the cameras, and ensure that no one was trespassing in this remote corner of the state.
The land was flat, dry, and barren, dominated by sagebrush and dust. It seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. The only signs of life were the animals—deer, coyotes, and the occasional elk. It felt like a place that had been forgotten by time, a landscape left behind by humanity’s ambitions. But something more was hidden in the shadows, waiting to be discovered.
Chapter 2: The First Signs
For the first year, my shifts were uneventful. My patrols were predictable, routine. But in the summer of 2017, things began to change. I started noticing strange figures moving in the distance. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, or maybe the heat waves playing tricks on me. But then I began to notice patterns: these figures weren’t like anything I had seen before.
One night, I was driving along the perimeter road when I saw something that made my heart race. At first, I thought it was just another elk. But as I brought up the thermal scope, I saw something entirely different. A massive bipedal figure, towering at least 8 feet tall, with a head shaped like a canine. It stood upright like a person, but the proportions were all wrong. The arms hung too long, and the creature’s movement was deliberate and calculated. It wasn’t an animal; it was something else entirely.
Chapter 3: The Footage
I couldn’t shake the image of that creature, so I began reviewing the footage from the depot’s perimeter cameras. The cameras were military-grade, equipped with thermal and visual capabilities. What I saw in the footage shocked me. There were multiple creatures, all moving in coordinated groups, their heat signatures clear against the dark backdrop of the desert. They moved with purpose, crossing roads between the igloos with ease. They weren’t wandering aimlessly; they were using the terrain to their advantage.
I spent the next few months documenting these sightings. The creatures were smart, aware of the cameras, and seemed to know when to avoid detection. They moved in packs, sometimes in pairs, but always with a precision that suggested intelligence. They knew the landscape like it was their home, and they were treating it like one.
Chapter 4: The Flanking Maneuver
By the winter of 2017, the creatures had started getting closer. They seemed to be moving along the same paths I patrolled, and they were becoming more bold. One night, I saw them using a flanking maneuver. I had just spotted two figures ahead of me when a third one appeared behind me, moving with surprising speed and purpose. It was like they knew exactly where I was and were using their surroundings to position themselves strategically.
I radioed my partner, Boyd, and told him to stay on the east side of the property. I couldn’t explain why, but something about the way these creatures moved made me feel like they were studying me, learning my routine. I was no longer just patrolling the depot; I was part of their world, and they were aware of me.
Chapter 5: The Unseen Threat
The footage I reviewed began to paint a disturbing picture. The creatures were not just avoiding detection; they were actively manipulating the cameras, turning them away from their path and reprogramming their movement patterns. They had learned how to evade observation, how to stay one step ahead of human technology. And they were growing bolder.
I realized that the depot was not just a place of military history. It was a sanctuary for these creatures, a place they had claimed as their own. The rows of igloos, the empty spaces between them, had become a part of their territory, a landscape where they could move freely without human interference.
Chapter 6: Boyd’s Revelation
Boyd, my fellow security guard, had been working at the depot for years. He knew the land like the back of his hand, and he had seen things during his own patrols that he couldn’t explain. One night, as we were comparing notes, Boyd told me about his own experiences. He had seen figures on the road, watching him from the shadows, but he had kept it to himself for fear of being labeled as crazy. His grandmother had warned him about the creatures that lived in the Blue Mountains, and Boyd had grown up hearing stories that were never fully told.
Boyd’s perspective was different from mine. He didn’t need to question what he was seeing. He had grown up with these stories, with the knowledge that there were beings in the wilderness that we couldn’t understand. For him, it was just another part of the world, another layer of reality that we had yet to uncover.
Chapter 7: The Confrontation
In the spring of 2018, the creatures became more brazen. They were getting closer to the road, appearing in the thermal scope more frequently. One night, I encountered a figure standing in the middle of the road, its eyes glowing in the thermal image. I stopped the truck and watched it, unsure of what to do. It didn’t move at first, just stared at me with an intelligence I couldn’t comprehend.
I watched as the figure slowly turned and walked between two igloos, disappearing into the shadows. I radioed Boyd, but he didn’t see anything. When I went to investigate the next morning, I found tracks in the dirt—huge, canine-like prints that didn’t belong to any known animal in the area. Something was happening at the depot, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what it was.
Chapter 8: The Final Revelation
As the months passed, the encounters became more frequent. The creatures were moving through the depot, using the abandoned bunkers as cover, and I began to realize that they were not just passing through. They were living there. They had made the depot their home, and they were learning how to avoid human detection.
But one night in late January of 2019, everything changed. I spotted a figure on the road, but this time, it wasn’t alone. There were others—three in total, moving in a coordinated fashion, crossing the road and heading toward the tribal boundary. I watched through the thermal scope as they moved with purpose, and I realized that they weren’t just random animals in the desert. They were organized, and they were watching us, studying us in the same way we had been studying them.
Conclusion:
The creatures at the depot are not just figments of myth or speculation. They are real, and they have been living in the shadows, hiding in plain sight. As Carl and Boyd have documented, these creatures are intelligent, organized, and capable of adapting to their environment in ways that humans can’t comprehend. The footage, the tracks, and the behavior all point to one undeniable truth: something is living in the abandoned bunkers of the Oregon desert, and it has been there long before we arrived.
This is the story of the Dogman, the creatures that choose who sees them and when. It is a story of survival, of patience, and of the quiet ones who have been watching us for longer than we can imagine. And perhaps, in the end, it’s a story of understanding: that there is more to this world than we are willing to acknowledge, and some mysteries are best left uncovered.
