EX CIA Agent Found a 93 Year Old DOGMAN Deep in the Forest, It Revealed Why No One Ever Finds Them..

Discover more
The Sixth Sense
Activewear
celebrity
Bed
Online TV streaming services
Wooden Box
Pulp Fiction
TV
Die Hard
sport

“The Hidden Ones: Encounters with the Dogman”

Chapter 1: The Invitation

I spent 32 years working for the CIA. During that time, I saw and experienced a lot, but I never believed in anything I couldn’t verify with documents, records, and solid evidence. I was trained to question everything and trust nothing unless it could be backed up by hard facts. Yet in 2019, while on a personal retreat in the Olympic National Forest, I found something that shattered everything I thought I knew about the world.

Discover more
Activewear
Online TV streaming services
Pulp Fiction
Bed
Wooden Box
celebrity
sport
The Sixth Sense
Online movie streaming services
TV

It wasn’t supposed to happen. But it did.

A creature, 93 years old according to my calculations, was living in complete isolation. This being, with its intelligence and its capacity for adaptation, showed me a side of nature I never thought existed. A creature that had survived centuries in the wilderness, hidden from human eyes, and one that revealed itself to me in ways I will never forget.

My name is David Hartwell. I’m 67 years old now and retired from government service for eight years. Before I went into retirement, I spent three decades in the CIA, most of that in field operations across Eastern Europe, the Middle East, Southeast Asia, and beyond. My career taught me how to observe, how to document, and how to analyze, separating fact from fiction, truth from lies. What I found in the Olympic National Forest changed everything I thought I knew about life, the wilderness, and the creatures living alongside us.

Discover more
sport
Activewear
Pulp Fiction
celebrity
The Sixth Sense
Television
Bed
Wooden Box
Online movie streaming services
Online TV streaming services

This story is not about conspiracy theories, cover-ups, or monsters. It’s about the truths I discovered in those forests. It’s about survival, intelligence, and what happens when a species develops strategies far beyond what we can comprehend. It’s about Dogman. A creature I once thought was nothing but legend. A being that, in 2019, showed me the world in a way I’ll never be able to explain fully.

Chapter 2: A New Beginning

I retired from the CIA in 2011 after 32 years of service. The job had taken a toll on me—years of high-stress situations, field operations, and the constant pressure to protect national security. By the time I retired, my knees were shot, and I was tired of the grind. So, I bought a small cabin near Port Angeles, Washington, right on the edge of the Olympic National Forest.

The Olympic National Forest is nearly a million acres of pristine wilderness, a perfect place for solitude. I’d spent my youth hiking and camping in the wilderness of Oregon with my father, and after decades of dealing with the high-stakes world of intelligence, I longed for peace. So, I settled into a routine of hiking, fishing, and immersing myself in the quiet beauty of the Pacific Northwest.

I documented everything. My old habits from the CIA still lingered. I couldn’t just hike without recording data, without taking notes, without observing every detail. I wasn’t hunting for answers—I just needed to fill my days with something tangible.

Over the first few years of my retirement, the forest became a place of healing. The quietness and isolation helped me recharge in ways I didn’t know I needed. But as I hiked deeper into the woods, something began to disturb the peace I had sought.

At first, it was small things—branches broken at odd angles, footprints too large to be from a bear, tree bark stripped off in places no bear could reach. The forest had always been a place of mystery, but these signs didn’t fit any of the natural patterns I was familiar with. There was something else in the woods. And that something was watching.

Chapter 3: The Signs

It started in 2016, during the early spring. I found the first set of footprints near a creek that ran through my property. The prints were massive—nearly 18 inches long—and resembled human tracks more than anything I’d ever seen from any known animal species. The stride length suggested the creature was walking on two legs, and the depth of the prints showed a significant weight.

I took photographs and documented everything, just like I’d been trained to do in the CIA. It wasn’t just paranoia—I had to know what was out there. Something was making these marks, and I had to figure out what. I also found signs of damage to trees: bark stripped at heights no bear could reach, trees marked in patterns that didn’t make sense. Something was moving through the forest that wasn’t following any known animal behavior. It wasn’t a bear. It wasn’t a wolf. It was something else.

By late summer, I’d set up trail cameras to gather more data. For months, the cameras recorded the usual—deer, elk, a few black bears. But the strange footprints kept showing up. The night I finally had a real sighting, I couldn’t deny the truth anymore.

Chapter 4: The First Sighting

It was late one afternoon in July when I first saw it. I was fishing near the creek when I heard splashing upstream. I thought it was just a deer or maybe an elk coming down to drink. But when I looked up, I saw something standing by the water—something large, something that wasn’t a bear.

It was standing upright, much taller than any human, covered in thick fur that was dark brown, almost black in places. The head was conical, tapering up from a thick neck. The face was between ape-like and human-like, with a pronounced snout and pointed ears. My heart pounded as I stared at it, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. It wasn’t a bear. It wasn’t a wolf. It wasn’t anything I knew.

We made eye contact. It stood there, watching me, and for a moment, I thought it would charge. But it didn’t. Instead, it slowly backed away into the trees, moving with incredible grace for something so large. I didn’t follow. I stayed frozen in place, trying to convince myself that I hadn’t just seen what I thought I’d seen.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I replayed the encounter over and over in my head. The creature was intelligent. It had made eye contact. It had assessed the situation and decided to leave without causing harm. Whatever it was, it wasn’t an animal acting on pure instinct. This was something different.

The next morning, I found more prints. Huge footprints that matched the ones I had seen the day before. This was real. Something was living in this forest—something intelligent.

Chapter 5: The Hunt

Over the next few weeks, I became obsessed. I set up more cameras. I studied the tracks. I mapped out the area where I had seen the creature. And every time I ventured out, I found more signs—more prints, more tree damage, and sometimes, I even found what appeared to be gifts left on the woodpile near my cabin. Pinecones arranged in neat circles, smooth stones stacked carefully, a deer antler left on top of the pile.

At first, I thought it might be a prank, but the more I observed, the more I realized that something was trying to communicate. The offerings felt deliberate. This wasn’t just an animal acting out of instinct—it was a being with purpose. It knew I was there. It was aware of my presence and was responding.

I continued my investigation, keeping my presence quiet and unobtrusive. But I couldn’t deny the truth anymore. I was sharing space with something that didn’t belong to the world as I knew it.

Chapter 6: The Encounter

Then came the night that changed everything. It was the third week of September. I had set up camp about 200 yards from my cabin, positioned where I had a clear line of sight to a creek. The sun had just set, and the forest was beginning to darken. I had just started making my evening meal when I heard it again—the unmistakable sound of something large moving through the underbrush.

I stayed still, watching the trees, waiting for the creature to reveal itself. It didn’t disappoint.

It emerged from the tree line, not rushing, not stumbling, just walking with purpose, with intelligence. It was a dogman, at least 8 feet tall, covered in thick, dark fur, its face a mixture of human and canine features. We locked eyes.

And for the first time, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t in danger. This creature wasn’t hostile. It was simply curious, as I was.

Chapter 7: Understanding

Over the following months, I continued to interact with the creature. It would appear at the edge of the clearing, watching me for short bursts before retreating into the forest. It had learned to avoid the cameras, never getting too close, but it seemed to communicate through actions rather than words. The offerings continued, and sometimes I would leave food in return. But as time passed, I realized something—this creature wasn’t alone.

It had a network. A family, or perhaps a tribe, scattered throughout the forest. It had shared its knowledge with its offspring, passing down the art of survival in a world that had become more dangerous for its kind.

It was a being of incredible intelligence, capable of forming connections with humans if approached carefully and respectfully. I had become part of that network, trusted with knowledge that had been passed down through generations of dogmen. But as much as I wanted to share what I had learned, I knew I couldn’t. Their survival depended on their secrecy.

Chapter 8: The Promise

And so, I made a promise. A promise to protect the secret, to honor the trust the creature had given me. The world wasn’t ready for this knowledge, and exposing it would only put these beings at risk. They had survived for centuries by avoiding human detection, and I would not be the one to expose them.

As I sit here today, in 2025, I’ve spent years reflecting on what I learned in the forests of the Pacific Northwest. The dogmen are real. They are intelligent. And they have lived alongside us, hidden in the shadows, for centuries. The question isn’t whether they exist. The question is, are we ready to accept them as part of the natural world?

For now, I choose to protect them. To keep their secret safe. But I know that someday, someone will have to make the choice to reveal the truth. Until then, I carry the knowledge of what I saw, what I learned, and what I promised to protect.

End of Story.