“Last year, in 2025, I was trapping raccoons on my property in Somerville, Texas, because they were killing my chickens.
Long story short, we were woken up by an extremely loud, dog-like snarling and barking noise that sounded like it was right outside our bedroom window around 1:30 in the morning. I assumed it was one of the feral dogs that run around out here, so I grabbed my .22 rifle and ran outside with a flashlight toward where I had my trap set.
I got about 30 feet from the scene, and what I saw, I cannot explain.
It was huge—pouncing on the trap, snarling and barking loudly while facing away from me. All I could tell was that it had short hair. I didn’t notice any ears or a collar because I was focused on its head area. On all fours, its head would have come up to the top of my chest, and I’m 5’11”. It looked about four feet wide and extremely muscular. I could actually see its muscles moving as it pounced.
Like I said, I was focused on its head area, so I didn’t take note of its feet or paws, and I didn’t notice whether it had a tail or not. I had just woken up from a dead sleep and was completely shocked.
I shouted at it, but it didn’t turn around, so I fired a round into the ground.
It quickly turned toward me, but I couldn’t make out too many features because my flashlight was extremely bright. Then it screamed at me. Its eyes were glowing red, and all I could see were huge, sharp teeth.
It turned back around and continued pouncing on the trap.
At that moment, I realized I was ill-equipped with the .22. I fired two more shots into the ground. It didn’t stand up, but it took off running around me. I couldn’t track it with my flashlight and rifle quickly enough to keep up with it. Within seconds, it busted through my front gate—which only opens inward toward my property—with a loud crash.
It covered about 50 to 60 yards within seconds in a blur.
Completely perplexed by what I had just witnessed, I walked over to the trap, and sure enough, there was a raccoon in it. The raccoon looked completely frozen in fear.
I had a hard time going back to sleep after that. I kept reflecting on what I saw. It was three times the size of any large dog I’ve ever seen—broad shoulders, short hair, no ears noticed unless they were pinned back in attack mode. This beast was absolutely massive, angry, mean, and fast as lightning.
I haven’t seen one since, but I have heard strange things around my property since then, which is another story.
At first, I thought maybe it was Bigfoot, but it didn’t have the characteristics of one. I looked up “Dogman” on the internet and came to find out I live right in the middle of the so-called Dogman Triangle.
A friend of mine has another friend he grew up with outside of Bryan who lives on a large family ranch. He claims, almost as if it were normal, that he and his family have seen Dogmen on their property for as long as he can remember.
That’s my account.
I’ve been vigilantly keeping an eye out ever since.”-Brett Peio
