This story goes back to the year 2000. My best friend and I went to go fishing on that Port Mansfield Pier. Being that it’s a no charge entrance, we decided to pay it a visit. So at 5:00pm we were on our way through that deserted highway 186. Since it was still daylight, everything was normal. We fished the whole afternoon, enjoying a different atmosphere and a nice view, inhaling the fresh breeze of the sea.
Nightfall came around and we continued fishing through the night. 3:00am came around and we decided to call it a night and packed our fishing gear in the trunk of the car. So off we went back home. By 4:00am, driving through that lonely road, we came that bend on the road on Highway 186. We were doing like 80 miles per hour, trying to get home to McAllen to avoid the early morning traffic on Highway 281. So out of the corner of my friend’s Guillermo’s eye, a big silhouette popped out of the woods on the side of the road like 10 feet ahead of us.